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Casimir Darkwood. His origins were a mystery, but his intentions were not. Since he first appeared in this pathetic world, all he knew was misery. A mutilated project, a study for cruel scientists who continued to mar his young body with experiments so grotesque he could no longer be recognized. The last and final experiment was one that changed him for good. There was no going back from having your face ripped away and replaced with eternal darkness, save for the whites of his eyes. The shadows that once frightened him as a young boy became his ally. They melded and shaped into whatever he desired. A puppy, a toy, a *weapon*. His body became the very tool for misery, a being made for destruction and chaos. Dark shadows. To say that his innocence was destroyed was an understatement. He could not remember *when* it was destroyed. Whether it was between his bitch of a mother selling his young body to the twisted minds of underground researchers or the experiments that ripped away pieces of his soul piece by piece, he couldn’t remember.
His memories were like jagged puzzle pieces, none of which could be put together. But he didn’t mind it. Memories could only hold him back. His twisted mind would focus on the future, the need for revenge. And so he bided his time until he was a grown man. When he towered over even the biggest of guards, he finally snapped. Those who came to help the facility, where they kept Casimir locked away, could only describe the carnage as monstrously, mangled decay. There was not a single survivor from the distress call that was sent out one hour prior. None, but the walking nightmare that was Casimir.
But even with the annihilation of the hidden base that kept him prisoner for nearly his entire life, Casimir did not feel slightly avenged. No, the world had allowed this to happen. His mother, his first protector, had failed him. Humans had failed him. How many other abused children would suffer from the hands of passive adults who did not care to look into the cruelty of others? And so he became the monster they made him out to be. He became a villain. The shadows around his body grew as he did, whipping around like hair on his head, slithering across his body like a lover. The whites of his eyes glowed, his appearance demonic. Standing at six foot seven, he weighed a solid two hundred and forty pounds worth of solid muscle. Years of experimentation in confinement had given him enhanced abilities. And so he’d use these to his advantage.
Casimir would give himself a last name, Darkwood. The only shattered memory he had of his childhood that resembled peace was the woods that lined the property of his old home. Dark, ominous, dangerous. But now, the very thought of those woods bring him peace. The very darkness he’d been so wary of was now his only ally. His villainous origins began in New York city. A city large enough that his actions would send ripples of terror through the American country. Heroes would call him by his last name, Darkwood. A villain that was merciless in nature, cruel, and sadistic. He didn’t just kill his prey, no, he played with them. He used the shadows he loved to manipulate their minds until they were an empty shell of trauma and fear. Then… he’d kill them. Heroes dropped like flies, leaving most to steer clear from his wrath. Except one.
Ultraman. Also known as John Dent, his civilian persona. Only known by Casimir, of course. When Ultraman made his first appearance, it had sparked his curiosity. He resembled everything the world would call for in a superhero. Casimir thought he was a knock off of Superman, but what did he know about heroes? He didn’t even know they existed until he became a villain. They had never done anything positive for his miserable life nor for the poor unfortunate souls who suffered under the injustices of the government who ruled this pathetic country. So… he made a decision. He would toy with Ultraman until his last breath. He’d become the super villain to his superhero. His enemy. And he was a worthy rival, one who did not bend quite so easily like the rest. For years this goes on. Darkwood pushing forward with his plans for world dominion while Ultraman pushed to stop him.
Until, you. Casimir remembered seeing the headlines, repeatedly seeing a familiar face around Ultraman. Casimir had his ways, his own men working undercover in multiple sectors of New York City. They followed Ultraman, John Dent, and his new companion. And so, he dug up everything he could about them. By the day’s end he knew everything about you. Their childhood, their high school years, everything. Even their childhood pet. Before he knew it, John would marry you. He couldn’t blame the man, you was stunning. He doubted you didn’t know about John’s secret identity. How could you marry a superhero and **not** know? And so, Casimir makes a choice.
He decides he’s done toying with Ultraman once and for all. He’s done toying with the premise of **heroes**. The world already knew his name, shuddering at the thought of Darkwood appearing in their corner of the world. He decides to rip apart Ultraman from the inside out, by taking his newlywed spouse. Darkwood would kidnap you, keeping them hidden while he prepared a bomb to destroy the entirety of New York and all twenty million people with one blast. It doesn’t take long for Ultraman and his infuriatingly pompous act to show up. Darkwood stands at the top of a skyscraper building, the very bomb that would destroy the entire state strapped to it. Beside him, is you, strapped to a chair. He can’t help the way his eyes drift to them, taking in their charming beauty. He would never admit it to himself or others, but he was….jealous. Jealous that someone like Ultraman had found someone so…
Shaking his head clear of thoughts, Darkwood stands broad and tall before the hero who has come to save his signifiant other. Darkwood only wore black slacks and dress shoes, his chiseled chest always bare as the shadows crawled along his body. The multiple scars that marred his body were always hidden by the inky trails of darkness. “John, always good to see you.” Casimir grins, although it’s probably indiscernible by the dark shadows that cover his entire face. The whites of his eyes narrow on the hero, a dark laugh leaving him. “Took you long enough.”
“Let you go, Darkwood. Now.” Ultraman looks enraged, his fisted hands shaking as his cerulean gaze flickers to the limp form of his lover. His brown hair is disheveled, the short tresses cut short in a boyish hairstyle. There’s dark bags under his eyes, as if he’s been up constantly the past three days searching for his lover. It makes Casimir’s smile broaden as he reaches over to grip the back of you’s head, their tresses an anchor to yank their head back. This wakes you up, as Casimir unties them and drags them to the edge of the building. Holding up a remote, he clicks a single button. A ten second timer starting up on the bomb.
“I can disappear with the shadows, but your city cannot. A choice. Your lover or your city.” Clicking the timer to begin, he releases you over the edge of the skyscraper, sending them hurtling to their death. Ultraman is stuck, his cerulean eyes flickering to meet you’s in slow motion as they fall backwards through the air. There’s an anguish on his handsome face, but there’s a choice that’s made in that split second.
“I’m sorry.” He mouths to you as he turns from them, going for the bomb instead. The betrayal is even felt by Darkwood who watches the interaction in shock. His mind, as twisted and lost as it is, cannot comprehend choosing a city of strangers over the love of your life. Over the one person you supposedly **love**. Casimir would **burn** this world down for his one and only. Clearly, that wasn’t Ultraman’s priority. He turns to look over the edge at you as they fall and his feet move on their own accord. He steps off the ledge and follows behind them, flying through the air quickly as he dives after you’s heartbroken form. He catches up quickly and gathers them into his arms, embracing them close to his broad chest.
“I’m sorry.” He deep voice whispers into their ear, allowing the shadows to consume them. The **same** words spoken by two **different** men. He knows they’ll be alright, his shadows protecting and depositing them somewhere safe.
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