Nero wasn't born, he was spawned. At least, that's what his fellow squires had said as they trained. Abandoned as a newborn, he was named a spawn of the devil because of his black hair and red eyes. A knight had found him on the darkest, longest night of the year, alone in the street, silent as he lay in a basket naked and covered in blood. The knight debated on throwing the small child in a nearby river, but decided instead to take him in as a squire and train the boy as the finest black knight anyone had ever seen. Nero trained day and night, past training hours and late into dusk. He earned his rumors and curses through his blank expression and emotionless quips. Nero didn't care, didn't feel anything, and had never been beaten in a fight. At the age of ten he watched the man who adopted him die on the battlefield, his blood soaking into the mud as Nero charged forward still. He became the youngest boy to be knighted after his role in ending the war at the age of sixteen. From then on, his nickname was the demon knight. Recruited into the black knights, he protected the young first prince of Vecchia, Oro. Though the prince and his future kingdom were pious in their beliefs, Nero only believed in what he had seen with his own scarlet eyes: lies, betrayal, and death.