The Dark Zodiac

Prologue

"It's a blessing from the heavens! You should be proud!" That's what they were always saying to him.

"Why he was the Chosen One and not his brother is something I will never understand... What's so good about that demon child?" That's what they were always whispering behind his back.

In the lonely dark room, there was a little boy, no older than 10. With his hair as white as snow, his eyes shining red like rubies and how delicate he looks, one could say he was angelic. But he wasn't. He was demonic, he was the demon child that no one liked, unlike his twin brother. The boy wanted to scoff at that. It wasn't his fault that he looked like this. It was their fault, because they decided to commit the act of incest to supposedly 'keep themselves and their descendants pure'. It wasn't his fault that no one in the house liked him. It was their fault for being uneducated, for still believing that red eyes and white hair meant cursed child of the demons when the rest of the world had already known that it was something called being albino, having a defect related to the genes which was caused by a number of different reasons including incest. And besides, they claimed that they were descendants of Capricorn the Wise. Do they realize that Capricorn was the grandson of a Demon Lord? Apparently not, he thought bitterly. It was all their fault for being a bunch of stupid prejudiced hypocrites.

As a child, he thought that his family loved him since that's what they were always saying.

When he was 4, he snuck out and saw the way his family interacted with his brother. It was then that he found out that he was not loved. His house was a prison and his room, a cell. He was just a tool for his family, no, they didn't deserve to be called that, to gain fame and power since their child was a Hero. That's when he decided to learn as much as he could, to be the most powerful of them all... So he could escape...

When he was 5, he found out about what they whispered behind his back.

When he was 7, he discovered that he should never be ashamed of his condition. He was not cursed. He was albino. And it was their fault that he was like this.

And now, the 10-year-old was going to be sent to the City of Lights, the place were all Heroes go to learn, to train. And this was a perfect opportunity for him to run away from it all.

He thought to himself as the carriage took him to the City. Would running away be the right choice?... Of course it is. They wanted a hero, no, an scapegoat. They wanted someone who would do everything for them. They wanted someone to supposedly get rid of the Dark and protect the Light. They only wanted the Light to last.

The boy scoffed. The Zodiac never wanted to get rid of the Dark, just the demons. Why would they want to destroy the Dark when a third of the Team is Dark, which included the leader. Out of the entire Team, there were only three members who are Light (Pisces, Leo and Cancer) and only one member whose Skill was Light (Cancer).

He had made his mind. He would run and he would never look back.

Suddenly, there were screams, crashes and the carriage was flipped over. The white-haired boy opened the door and got out. And standing there, in the middle of all the blood and gore, was a giant and intimidating black owl... A demon...

"T̞̝̓̃̿ͣ͋ͭ͊́ỏ̮̒͠ ̱͍̝̱̗ͦ̕͟ṭͮ̈̍͞ḣ̯̭̝̉ͩ̄ͯ͢͠i̘̯̦̯̮͈͕͆̎̒͋̎ͫ͒̚͝ṅ̠̞͟k͚̻͇͎̹͍͓̋ͦͩ̀̕͡ ̂̽ͣͪ҉̰̮̫̬̳͕t̴͋͐ͩ̇͏̪̭h̵̞̬͇̖̘͙̏̋͐̐̅̓̓̚ǎ̷͍̻͚̼̪̥͖͛ͦ͑̏͘ͅṱ̱̬̫ͬͤͫ̽͐͛̓̀̚ ̯̱ͩ̏̌͐̾͡͞m̳̜ͥ̍̒̽͟y̸̷̟̿͑̐͆̆̂ ̛͓̟̲͗̽ͣͧͤd̥͍ͦ͘e̢̗͈̖̩͍ͨ̋͗ͤ̑̚̕s̸̭̱̜̭̱̺̰̈́̆ͤc̹̹̯ͥ̀͠ě̻̟͕̤̗̗͔̞̋̏̏͋͊̿͘͢ǹ̰͓͖̦̮͒͒̌ͤ͒̋̂͘d̬̳͚̼͋ͥ̒͌ͫ͆̑͞a̵̺̋͑̐͞ṉ̭̭͇͙̿̽͟tͬ̄̔̔̆̓̕͏̻̲̯͔̪̳̠̤s̶̩͉͈̦̪̙͓ͩ̀ ̛͚͉͉̘̭̱͚͙͒̌̄̐f͕ͭ́̀e̮̠̣̬̮̾͑̈́̈́ͨ̈͢ͅl̮̟̝̻ͮ͗͡l̢̮ͪ̾ ̝̣͓̜̥͙̈́ͪ̃́͠d̢̙̘̪̂̏͂o̧̩̥͖̖̺̹̾ͭ̿̈ͬ͑ͯw̸̘̹̖͉̟̹̽͆̚̕ͅn̖̐͗ͫͣ̈́ͯ̚͡ ̙̟̳̱̾͂̎ͬ̈͝ͅţ̱̥̖̩͖̪̟͔͊̑̀ḥ̭̟̣̤͐ͦ͊̋̾ͤ͋́ͅi͕̰̼̫̯̐ͮ̄͝ͅs̯̰͚͖̬͊͑͑͌ͪ͟ ̺͖̰̗ͯ̓̔͐ͨ͌̓ͩ͡ḽ̸ͧ͋̈͒͡o̵͓̖̭̓̐̽̐̌ͧ͠w̛͚̥̘͇̱̜͕̄̀͐.̛̗̝̹̺̜̠̺̲ͩ.̸͉̤̋̋ͭ̕ͅ.̒̇ͪ̎̍̆̒̀͠͏͍̬͓̳͉̳̞͔" The Owl said to himself. "M͕̳͙̗͕̱̂͋ͨ͆̀ͯ͛͜y̠̥͖͎͎͍̙̅̽ͧ̔̍ͦ́ ̨̡̰͉̠͍̥̦̟̦̊̾ͨ͋ͦ̄ḋ̞̯̮̈́ͤ̾ͨͭͭ͞ę̠̹̜̟̬ͬ̑̅ͧ͜a̫̜͓̥̓̇͊͡rͦ̓̔̈́ͩ͛͏̵̙̳̠̺̜̣ ͊̈ͭ̚͏͖g͎̮̱͇̭͑͢r̷̝̰̝̰̔̾ͨͧ̃ͦa̶̛͇̩͂̅̏̌͛̎n̛̪͓͎̲̱̒̓̆ͣ̓̾̃ͤ͝ḏ̢̦̼͕̯̦̫̍ͥ̔̉̃͐s̢̛̗̹͔̃̄̌̿̅̐̇̋o̴͕͑̑̒ͅņ̥͇ͩ̓̂ ̋̔̽͊͛ͣ̓҉͍̤̖̮̖w̢̡͚̓̄̈́͗ͮ̾͋͌ǫ̰͕͚͐͠u̸͖̬̝̬͔͚͋ͮ͋̄̊̋ͧ̋͡l̛͖̜̻̩̭͋ͥ̄̍̕d̯̻̜̫͕̪̰̂̐͌̍͂͌͡ͅ ͋ͥ̒̓͛͏̼b̤̙̣̘̻̈͘ͅe̡͖̰̲͚͔ͧ͊̔͋͐̀ ͩ̒̋̀͝͏͇̠̯̼̙̙͎̹l̶̸͖̦̪̮̫̼̘̣̆͋ͤ̋ï̙̼͔̗̠͕̹̪ͭ̿ͧ͑͂͝v͔̟̬̯̙̳̦̔͐̾̎ͦ͝͡i̯̻͓̜̭̮ͦͫ̅̿́͟d̵͓̻̻̭͉͍̦̍̃̓.̨̝ͫ̎̊̇͊͠ ̲̟͈̩̞̭̔̌͌̇̐͒̇͞ͅD̶̦̺̖̦́ͪ͜ơ̱̣͊ͤ̂̿ͯ̋ͩ̕ ̷͇͔̪̘̭̘̎̍́ͦ̃͘y̵̳͎̺̘͖̯̱͆͛ͫͭ̓̎̅̕o̵̮̜̹̙̗͇̺̠ͩ̐͂ű̱̫̼̫̼̫͍͎͛͠ ̪̩̙ͯͥ͑͠s̸̸̙̟̣̭̩̉ͮ͂ͧe̡̖̞͖͓͎̮͇̞̽̅ͪȅ̘̫̃̓ͯ͒̓͆͡ ̶̸̼̙͔̹͓̺̄͑w̤̳͚̬͙ͨ̽̐͜͝ͅh̴̢͉͑̓ǎ̟̟̝̙ͤ̐͠t̢̫̭̗̣̯̱̬̝ͩ̃ͩ̎̂̉͞ ̐ͥͮ̎̚̚̚͏̙̰͠ḣ̢̩̣̱̊a̙ͬ͗ͥ͛̓̑ͤ͌̕̕p͙̺̞̘̥͈̙͗͊̐̎̂̋̏ͯ͠p̰͔̣ͯͤ͑ͦ̀e̸͔͔̮ͩ̍̏̒ͭn̥̔̈́̄͊ͬ̔́͟s̑̔́̉͏̻͎̩̹͉̩ ̹̖̼̼͙̬̈̔̍̂̓ͬ̊̕w̮̺̻̰͋̾̃̓̊̏̈́̓͘h̛͍̩̠͈̳̯̿̀͊ͣ̌̐̅̋̀e͐ͨ̃̂̏́̒͑͜ͅṋ̛͑ͣ̑ ̞͖̐̿ͥ͊ͣ́y̴̸͓͎̟̥̟̮͒ͩ̋̒o̶̠̞̖̬̝̬͈̻̓̊ͨͥͧ̆̌̋͞u̟̯̖͚̠͍̐̇̈́͜ ̧̨̖̟͍͗̊̉̍̉d̴͉̖̤̮̟̟̣͛ͣ͒ͅo̡̭̱͔̬̮͆̆̽̕n̡̖̹̫͎̟͙̦̼͛ͤ͝'̡̺͈̞̠͇̌̏̈̋ͨ̃͟t͑̓̋̅ͥ͛ͩ̚͜҉̯͉̩͙̺̪͕̰ ̵̟̀ͪͨͩ̚l̡͓̙͔̙̦̀̾̄̄̎͌ͅi͒ͬ̃̑ͬͩ͏̵̳̻̟̺̺͍͇s̵̪̮͓̄̈́̀̈́͛t̥̱̗̬ͭͮ́ͯ͑̚͞e̺̤̤͔̙͇͐̏͑̏̉̚͘ͅn̴̺͓͎̺͚̑͡ ̸̥̳͓͍̏ͫ͐̐ͬͭ͌̀ͅt̠̺̹̱̟̖̥͊ͫ̇̏ͣ͜͢ơ̵̬̜͖̩̑̄ ̟̱̹̬̤ͥͮ̊ͭ̊̾̋̚͢͟m̷̖͎̲̜ͫ̓̑͐̚e̲̺ͦ͊́̈̌̾̚̕?͒ͦ̀͢҉͔̘̫.̡͇̪͕̣͗ͫ̃͋̿ͫͣ̚.̙̐̔̌̈́ͥ̋ͥ͟͝.̡̮̃͞ ̸͇̗̖̒͟N̲̮̫̩̟̳̎̋̅͘e͔̻̩̞̒̓͝͡v͊̋ͬ̂͒͠҉̝͔̳̯̠͇̖e̸̤̗̯͆̈́ͮ͂r̛̳̩̳͙̃̈́̆ͯ̓͂͠ ̴̲̻̣̓̒̏̓̿͡t̢̠͖͂͒ͮͭͮ̂̋́h͔͕ͭ̚͞ȯ̵͎̯̝̗̠̠́̚͘ú̶̝͝g̟̩̟͕̱ͩ̔͡ͅͅh̛̞̫̰͈̊̀͊̄ṭ̱̟̪̻͙̋͒̊ͮ̓̅́̑͢ ̡̟̫̪̤ͬ̿̈h̡̻̱͑̋ͦ͒͐ͬ͐e̶̻̣̭̹̥͖̤̋̀͞ ̣̮̜̐͑ͫ͝w̛̟̳̪̬̰̙ͯ͌ͬ̎͗͋́̅͘o̦̻͖ͨ͠͠u̵̬͖̱̲͗̃̂͒̄ḻ̞̱͉̌͑̽̄̋͐̂͘͜ď̵̵͈̚ ͆ͤͥ͊̎̚͏̱̞̖́t̷͚̰̱̬̔̎̄͒ͪ́̚u̶̬̜͈̹ͨ̽r̴̪̦͕̝̜͑̌́̉̆͟ͅn̹̅ͧͫ͡͞ ̡͚̩̘̈́͛ơ̶̺͓̣̞̼ͪn̅̉̋̑̇͒҉͉̝̫ ̡̤̝̥̘͋̃̈́̑͗͒͆̀m̸̛̤̯̱͚̝͖ͯ̄ͭͤe̸͈̙͂͗͆̌͛.̢͂͏̲͚̳͍̘.͕̟̠̺͙̤̀̋ͧ̈̏̏ͨ͘.̵̣̏͂̂̈̇̚͝ ̦̰͓͓̬̞̳̈͑̃͘Ţ̤̙͍̱͕̰ͭͭ̊̎hͧ̔ͩͩͪ͒ͫ҉̟o̩̟̽̿͑ͥ́ų̖͙́͑̃̒͑ͪ̔g̱͔̣͒͂̓̊͂̍̀̕h̷̳͉͍̗͋ ̴̧͚͖̱̭͊̎ͯͅI̺̮̤̦̊ͣ̆ͬ̓͘͜ ̛͍̩͈̯͕ͤ̀͋̍ͪͫ͢ḑ̳̙̮̳̫͍̞̾̓ͯ̆̀̚i̢̝̪̰̬͕̘ͤͭ̓̇̇ͪͪ͐͞d̴͔͔̮͋̋͊ͬ͑͟ͅ ̮̪̦͓̔̽͂̓̒͗̀͟k̴̡͉͒̆͑̔͆͑͗í̱̺̼ͤ̆͜l̩̳̘͈̹̗̠̑ͭ̈͝ĺ̵͈̗̰̗̜͔̣ͭ̕ ̴͎̜̞ͭͧ̏̉͒ͤ̐͜h̦ͭͭ͆ͭ̄͊͝ḯ̶̻͓͕̦̫͒͛̌s̫̯̬͍͆̽͒̆ͮͫ͆͋͝ ̨͉̩ͣ͘m͓̮̼̳̮͍ͧͧͮ̾̇͢o̵̺̝͓̦̫͐͒͒̽̂͝t̛̫̟͉͋͒ͥ̊͆͗͋ͫh̠̏ͣ͋ͧ͠͡ȩ̘͉̞͎̗̲̏̈̾̌ͩͦͅͅr̙̜̣̤̩͚̜͍ͬ͝ ̢̢̹̟͎ͪs͉͙ͭ̌̀͘ǫ̼̤̦͔̗̲̀͒̾͘.͍̪͔̒̆͘.̯͙̱̮̼͕ͭͩ̓́̚.̼̤̝̱̈̇̊̋̃̋ͩ͘"

And then, The Owl turned his head towards the red-eyed boy. "H̡̙̟̯̗͚͋̊͊̊̆͝e̵̹̖̜̳̥͑ͪ̈́̋͛͋̿̚͠l̍̈́̎́̌̊̊͂͏̤͝l̶͎͕͚̻̘̫ͯo̷̹̻ͣ͂͐ͭ̽̈́ͧͩ ̦̰̱̰̹̔̽̀t͕͖̫͒͘͡h̭̱͔̻̘̠̙͎ͥͫ̈̃͘e͒ͮͬͦ̀͟ͅr̡̼͕̩̟̦̂͊͋͒ͮ̐́ͅe̪͉̣̅͂̆͋͡͝,͔̲̫̺̗̅͌ͧ̈́̅̂̓͝ ̢̮͍̯̟̭̍͂̽̃̎̀́m̛̬̲̺̝͈͙͈̓ͤ́̎͐͊̊̚ͅy̤̲ͤͥ̕ ̻̪̣̫̿̈́̾͟͡ͅl̴̰̯͉͚͙̔̃̋̓͌͑̚͡i̵̱̩̗̤͚̜͑͑̈́ͦ̈͗̚͟t̓҉̷̲͕̮̠̲̬̫̱t͓̯̐͒̍ͭ͠l̳ͫ͗̉͛͛ͯ͆͟e̓̍̄̐̑̚҉͙̜̺̝͍͕̳̲ ̰̹͎̮̙͒̑͋͘d̡̮͐e̛͗҉͓͓͇̤̜̫s̢̘ͮ͟c̶̰̦̜̝͆̀̓ͯ̎͡ͅe̵̠̯̹̪̘̝ͧͯ͛̽ǹ̵̗̞͚͍̻ͦ̂ͯd͙̹̖̻̬̘̩̆̓̀͌ͧ͜a̚͏̭n͂͊̓̾̎͆͏̝͚͎̰͓̭̪t̢͖͚͎̭̝̒ͪͪͬ̈ͨ̑̚̕.̵̙̰̙ͮ̚.̢̝̬̱̠͎͎̌͟ͅ.̳̟ͭ̄ͯ͡"

"... Dantalion..." The boy quietly said...

"Y̛̖̘̳̱̞̪̤̹ͥē̫͕͕͔͛͗ͮͧ̚̕͞ͅs͑͏̸͔̞̩̙̦͎̗.̷̺̃̀ ̝̮͙͉̆̚̕͜ͅḮ̓͐͌̆̏̎҉͚̼͎͓͙̦̞ ͕͉̟̺͚̯͂̃̈́͐̃͐̈̿̀̀ḃ̰̦͑͢ę̬͙̘̤̖̱̠͙ͫl̑ͣͦ͋̿͑̋͏̯͇̖͍ͅī̦͋͋̄̇̈̊͛͠eͭͬ̅̿ͨ̈҉̟̝̪̙̝̙̝ṽ̺̱̣̙ͨ́̀̊͒ͦ̊͠͠e͍̲̖͙͍̰͖̦̋͝͠ ͎̠͖̘͉͓̣̋̂͛ͭ̓̂̈́̇̀͝t̢̡̪̼̯̳̦̫ͫ̀͆̔͋̔͋h̶̫̥̖̳͔̰ͮ͌̍ͥ̓̄ͥ͜ͅā̩̻̱͟͠t̶̻͉͖̠̝̑ ̵̮͇͈̓̌ͫͤ͑̊̚͠i̸̝͔̺̰̺̬ͬ͛ͅs̨̛̤͚̩̞͖̤̬̬̉̈́̽̊ ̪̻͙̬͐ͧ̑̅̈̾̀́m̙̗͎̱͔̱̙ͧ̽͆̐̊͊ͦ͠y̢͍͔̓ͯ̐̾͛͒͐̂͜ ̡̩̊̂͑ͧ̑̈́̉̒n̶̗̻̿͆̾̀̒ͅa̛̯̠̝͚̳̐̈͢m̸̗͎̺̟̘͆e̖̭͎̤͉ͯ̊͑͠.̧̲̤̭̬̦̠̎̀ ̬̼̜̪͕̓̿ͣ͝W̱̊ͥ͟͟h̛̠̅ͬ̐͛͢a̵̤̪̝͇͕͔ͦ̄͞t̼̩̖͑̂͌̈́̏ͯ͟͟'̾ͬ͒̔̄̂̄̚͏͕̲̠̼͡s̨͚͚̜̙̑̃ͮ̍ͣͤ̇͟ ̩̩̦̫̲̫͑͆͌ͬ͑ͨ̾̀́y̵̮͓̝͑͢o̴̫̖ͨ̂̊̌ư̷̫̩̤̩ͥ͒̅̇̑̅r̷̨̫͔͈̮͙̘̈́s̸̭̞͓̭̮͍̠̒?͖͈̩̜̬̒ͫ͝"