[Flashback - part one] - (Trigger warning, suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, self-hatred)
Circa anno 1698
Zack had been pacing the empty corridors of the manor impatiently for hours, a manic expression on his face and his hollow eyes fixed on the cold stone floor beneath his feet.
After spending the past two centuries in a state of rage, filled with the urge to avenge the wrongdoing of the advisors, he had crumbled and become barely a shell of what he used to be.
His dark raven hair was matted, his skin a sickly gray color with an odd texture as a result of being in an almost constant state of blood rush.
For decades he had attempted to find a way to control it but to no avail.
It seemed that the more he tried to fight it, the more the curse took over his mind and body, leaving him in a helpless state.
He despised what had become of him, trying to cover up every part of his severely disfigured body in a frail attempt to appear normal.