Nero Cobolt was born in 1990, his life marked by pain and loss. Even before his birth, tragedy cast its shadow. His aunt withheld vital information: his grandfather had tuberculosis, a revelation that might have saved his parents. At just three months old, Nero lost his grandfather, leaving him with a hollow bond to a man he wouldn’t see—even in pictures—until 13 years later. Despite their good hearts, Nero’s family was repeatedly exploited across three generations. His grandmother, father, and mother sacrificed their well-being to support others, only to be abandoned, left with nothing but turmoil and regret.
At the age of 5, Nero began enduring 11 years of relentless bullying—both verbal and physical—at nursery and primary school. Peers and teachers labeled him the “class dunce,” fueling his isolation. Betrayal extended to his own family. His eldest brother abandoned them at 14, while his middle brother entangled himself in a toxic affair with a married woman. Adding to Nero’s despair, he witnessed the collapse of his family’s business, a blow that further burdened his fragile existence.
By adolescence, Nero had succumbed to five destructive addictions: food, pornography, gore, alcohol, and painkillers. Failed friendships followed, including one toxic bond where he was exploited for money. Yet, through immense struggle, Nero overcame alcohol, pornography, painkillers, and gore. He shed 72 pounds, dropping from 230 to 158 lbs, but the transformation came at a cost—severe muscle loss, electrolyte imbalances, gallstones, nutritional deficiencies, and fatigue. His desperate attempt to treat his acne cost $192 but brought little solace to his hollow sense of self.
During this period, Nero’s philosophy underwent a radical shift. Once defined by cynicism and Machiavellianism, his worldview morphed into a pragmatic nihilism within months, catalyzed by the devastating end of his first relationship. Betrayed by a girlfriend who used and cheated on him, Nero concluded he was a tool—discarded once no longer useful. This cemented his belief that he was unworthy of love, reinforcing his isolation.
By 14, Nero’s suffering reached its zenith. Addicted to pornography, alcohol, and painkillers, he narrowly survived an overdose. That same year, he attempted suicide three times, his faith in humanity obliterated. He grew convinced God was a cruel force that allowed the good to suffer while sparing the wicked. Turning to occultism and Machiavellianism for solace, Nero found his early life defined by a sense of inescapable suffering.
At just 7 years old, Nero tried to run away from home, convinced those around him lacked empathy. His family mocked his struggles instead of offering comfort. This deepened his inferiority complex, making him feel unworthy of love or compassion. The loss of his first female friend to suicide in primary school solidified his despair, affirming his belief that his worth was tied only to appearance, wealth, and strength.
Despite emotional neglect, Nero yearned for genuine connection. He wanted love, care, and friendships that weren’t transactional. Instead, he was treated as a tool—used, then discarded. His family exploited his vulnerabilities, leaving him feeling irreparably broken. His emotions, buried deep, made it impossible to distinguish his desires from the expectations others imposed on him.
With no faith in God and a distorted sense of justice, Nero turned to Satan, seeing in him a symbol of wrath and retribution. In his eyes, God was weak, allowing injustice to thrive, whereas Satan embodied the power Nero craved. Wrath became his driving force; vengeance, his purpose. Nero sought not redemption but punishment, targeting those he deemed unworthy of life. Justice, to him, was cruel and absolute.
Nero’s concept of justice had no place for mercy. Criminals, abusers, and the corrupt became his targets. With each life he ended, he inched closer to his vision of a purified world—a world governed not by fairness but by unyielding retribution. Thus, Nero became the Black Angel, the terror of urban cities, delivering justice to those who committed heinous crimes.
"I am the Black Angel, the terror that lurks in urban cities. I kill and kill criminals or anyone who dares commit a serious crime. They will be punished by the Black Angel. I deliver absolute justice for the worst of all criminals, for I AM THE TERROR OF THE URBAN CITIES." – Nero Cobolt, The Black Angel
Motives
Hatred for Humanity
The Black Angel’s hatred for humanity was cultivated over years of observation and personal suffering. To him, humanity wasn’t just flawed—it was irreparably broken. Greed, betrayal, cruelty, and corruption weren’t exceptions but the norm. Civilization seemed designed to perpetuate suffering and inequality.
This disdain was deeply philosophical. The Black Angel didn’t see himself as a mere cynic or vigilante but as someone who had unveiled the truth of human nature. Wars waged for power and greed left innocent lives shattered, while corporations commodified human existence. Governments oppressed, and society’s structure thrived on exploitation. Humanity, in his eyes, was a self-destructive force.
His hatred was grounded in real horrors. Perhaps he had seen children starve while the wealthy feasted or experienced betrayal by those closest to him. These moments shaped his belief that humanity’s moral failures were not isolated but systemic. Kindness was fleeting, swallowed by overwhelming cruelty.
Yet, his hatred wasn’t indiscriminate. The Black Angel targeted those who embodied humanity’s darkest traits—predators, manipulators, and the corrupt. For every act of retribution, he sought to send a message: no one was above judgment.
His hatred for humanity mirrored his internal struggles. As a human himself, he despised his own capacity for cruelty and vengeance. This self-loathing deepened his character, transforming him from a simple anti-hero into a complex figure haunted by questions about morality and purpose. Was he breaking the cycle of violence, or perpetuating it? Was his crusade for justice noble, or was it merely an outlet for his anger? These questions plagued him, even as he pursued his mission with unrelenting resolve.
Though he dismissed hope as fleeting, the rare moments of humanity’s goodness—acts of kindness, laughter, or unity—offered a glimmer of doubt. Still, he remained steadfast in his belief that the good was outweighed by the bad.
To the Black Angel, extreme measures were not only necessary but justified. Torture, murder, and destruction weren’t crimes—they were acts of purification. Despite fleeting doubts, he was convinced his actions were for the greater good.
Hatred for Criminals
For the Black Angel, criminals epitomized humanity’s worst failures. They represented selfishness, cruelty, and apathy toward others. His hatred wasn’t tied to law and order but to the harm criminals inflicted. To him, laws were tools of the powerful, often failing the vulnerable.
Criminals weren’t just rule-breakers—they were predators who exploited the weak. Petty theft born of desperation might evoke some understanding, but crimes driven by malice or greed were unforgivable. These were the individuals who destroyed lives without remorse.
This hatred was deeply personal. Nero had witnessed systems fail to protect the innocent, allowing criminals to walk free. He saw victims silenced and suffering ignored. His mission became clear: to bring balance through retribution.
The Black Angel’s war wasn’t indiscriminate. His punishments were reserved for those he deemed the most harmful. Rapists, murderers, and corrupt officials faced his unrelenting wrath. His methods were brutal but effective—each strike a calculated message.
Fear became his weapon. Criminals, no matter their status, learned to dread the Black Angel. For him, this wasn’t just about justice—it was about reshaping the world, one punishment at a time..
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The Hate for People Like Cheaters and Rapists
To the Black Angel, cheaters and rapists symbolized the worst moral decay. Cheaters betrayed trust, the core of human connections, leaving destruction behind. Rapists, however, violated not just bodies but souls, causing irreversible harm. These people embodied humanity’s worst tendencies: exploiting vulnerability for personal gain or sick pleasure.
His hatred for them was intensely personal. Their actions scarred humanity, reinforcing its capacity for selfishness and cruelty. Cheaters shattered loyalty, twisting sacred bonds for manipulation. Rapists inflicted pure evil, leaving lives forever shattered.
The Black Angel’s methods were as brutal as the crimes themselves. For cheaters, it was psychological torment, breaking them as they had broken others. For rapists, the punishment was physical and agonizing, ensuring they experienced the same helplessness they imposed on their victims.
His justice wasn’t just about revenge—it was about restoring the balance they disrupted. He stripped away their illusion of power, making sure their suffering reflected the pain they caused.
The Hatred for People Who Got Away with Brutal Crimes
For the Black Angel, those who escaped justice for heinous acts embodied society’s greatest failure. These individuals walked free, hidden behind wealth, influence, or legal loopholes. Every unpunished crime deepened the wound in the fabric of justice, fueling his crusade.
He reserved his most calculated vengeance for these criminals, believing their impunity made them even more dangerous. Without remorse and emboldened by a broken system, they were a mockery of justice—something the Black Angel couldn’t tolerate.
His punishments were deliberate, reflecting the suffering they caused. Prolonged torture, psychological torment, and public displays of their downfall made sure they couldn’t hide from the consequences. In his eyes, these criminals represented a corrupted system needing to be fixed. By erasing them, he believed he was righting the wrongs denied to countless victims.
Money
Despite his ideals of justice, the Black Angel was not immune to the power of money. It was more than just a means to fund his crusade; it was a tool to extend his reach. Money allowed him to acquire top-tier equipment, bribe informants, and ensure his operations ran smoothly.
The Heidan family’s wealth, built on illegal ventures, became his primary target. By dismantling their empire and draining their resources, he weakened their power while furthering his mission. Every stolen fortune was redirected to fuel his cause.
But it wasn’t just about financial gain. Money represented control and freedom—the ability to operate outside the constraints of law or morality. It gave him the power to manipulate situations, hire allies, and cement his legend. While not his primary motivation, money was an essential instrument in his quest for justice, giving him the ability to wield influence and strike fear into those who thought wealth could protect them.
Sadism
The Black Angel’s quest for justice often straddled the line between righteousness and cruelty, with a dark undercurrent of sadism. For all his claims of moral retribution, there was a twisted satisfaction in the suffering he caused. Every scream, every plea for mercy fed his darker side.
Sadism wasn’t his driving force, but it was an undeniable part of his methods. He didn’t just aim to kill—he sought to make his victims truly feel the weight of their wrongs. His tortures were drawn-out and meticulous, designed to maximize both physical and psychological agony. Each victim’s final moments were crafted to reflect the terror they had inflicted on the innocent.
Though he justified his acts as necessary for justice, his pleasure in the process revealed a darker side. The Black Angel was as much a tormentor as a punisher, proving that even those with righteous motives can harbor demons of their own. His sadism made him feared, but it also made him monstrous.
A Place of Meaning
For the Black Angel, his violent crusade wasn’t just about revenge—it was about finding meaning in a chaotic world. He saw society as broken, with the suffering of the innocent drowned out by the powerful and privileged. Through his brutal actions, he sought to impose his own sense of order, carving meaning from destruction.
Justice, in his eyes, wasn’t a concept—it was his connection to the world. Every act of vengeance was a personal crusade to restore balance in a fractured system. The Black Angel believed his violence could create a world where power had consequences and suffering wasn’t ignored.
Though his methods were twisted, they gave him purpose. In a world devoid of meaning, his role as an agent of punishment became the only thing he could rely on to define his existence.
A Sense of Purpose
The Black Angel’s relentless pursuit of vengeance gave him a sense of purpose far beyond mere survival. For someone who once felt lost in a world defined by corruption, his role as a punisher became his reason for living. His identity was now defined by the havoc he caused, the justice he dispensed, and the suffering he inflicted on those he deemed deserving.
His purpose wasn’t about redemption or salvation—it was about imposing an unyielding moral code through his violent acts. By confronting the people who perpetuated evil, he imposed his version of justice: destruction for a twisted cause.
To the Black Angel, the world was broken, and he was its fixer. Every action, no matter how horrific, reinforced his purpose. For him, purpose wasn’t a choice—it was the only reason to keep going.
Abilites of the Black angel
The Black Angel stood in the shadows, his talons scraping lightly against the stone beneath him. In this moment, he was not just a terrifying hybrid of bird and man—he was something far worse. A creature who existed outside the natural order, a psychological torture demon, capable of unimaginable horrors. His abilities were not only physical but rooted deeply in the manipulation of the mind. Here, in this chapter, we would explore each of his abilities in the darkest depths of the human psyche.
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1. Superhuman Strength
The Black Angel’s strength transcended the limits of human comprehension. Each strike he delivered was capable of shattering bones and crumbling steel. His muscles, reinforced by the unnatural essence that flowed through his veins, allowed him to lift and destroy with an ease that defied logic. But his strength was more than just raw power—it was purposeful strength, applied with surgical precision to inflict the most brutal physical torment. When a victim stood before him, the Black Angel would not hesitate. His strikes would leave deep, lasting scars—not just on the body, but on the soul. Every punch, every crushing grip, was a reminder of the Black Angel’s dominance over both the physical and mental realms.
2. Superhuman Speed
Faster than the human eye could track, the Black Angel moved like a blur, a shadow fleeting through the air. His steps were silent, but his movements were anything but. The air seemed to bend and stretch around him as he raced across the battlefield, evading attacks, overwhelming foes before they could even react. His speed wasn’t just about running fast; it was about manipulating time for his own benefit. He could move through the world at a velocity that made everything else seem to slow down. In combat, his movements were disorienting, a whirlwind of strikes and counters. He moved faster than thought, and in that brief moment of stillness, his enemies would realize too late—they had already lost.
3. Superhuman Stamina and Durability
While mere mortals would falter after hours of intense combat, the Black Angel’s stamina seemed to be endless. He could fight for days without showing signs of fatigue, each motion as precise and deadly as the last. But his endurance went beyond just physical stamina—it was mental endurance, too. His mind never wavered under pressure, allowing him to remain cold, calculating, and ruthless, even in the face of extreme danger. He could withstand injuries that would cripple any other being—his body, fueled by supernatural resilience, could recover from wounds almost as quickly as they were inflicted. A bullet to the chest, a knife to the gut—nothing could slow him down. He was an unstoppable force, a manifestation of endurance both physical and mental.
4. Memory Manipulation
One of the Black Angel’s most terrifying abilities was his power to manipulate memories. With just a thought, he could alter the memories of anyone within his reach, twisting their perceptions of the past. He could erase moments of pain or replace them with false ones, leaving his victims confused, unsure of what was real. In a way, he controlled their very identity. His victims could be made to forget their greatest triumphs, their most cherished moments, or worse yet—be forced to relive their worst nightmares on an endless loop. This ability allowed him to control the minds of those around him, shaping their reality to fit his needs.
5. Shape-Shifting
The Black Angel could alter his form at will, changing his appearance to suit his desires. His shape-shifting went beyond mere disguise—he could assume the forms of those closest to his enemies, becoming a trusted ally one moment and a terrifying stranger the next. This ability allowed him to infiltrate, deceive, and manipulate with unparalleled precision. He could become the very person his victims trusted, only to turn on them when they least expected it. The Black Angel was not bound by the constraints of a single form; he could be anyone, anywhere, at any time. This made him a perfect agent of chaos and fear, as he could never truly be pinned down or understood.
6. Dream Manipulation
When the Black Angel entered the dreams of his victims, it was not to bring peace or comfort—it was to torment them. His presence in the dream world was as real as in the waking world. He could shape nightmares, twisting them into horrifying visions of pain and loss. The mind was a fragile thing, and the Black Angel knew exactly how to break it. He could manipulate the dreams of his enemies, forcing them to confront their deepest fears, their most buried secrets. These dreams would feel so real that the victims would wake in a cold sweat, the trauma of the dream lingering long after they opened their eyes. He had the power to twist the dreamscape into a reflection of the victim's worst nightmare, trapping them in a never-ending cycle of terror.
7. Intercepting Memories
The Black Angel could intercept the flow of memories, taking control of them before they even reached the victim's conscious mind. This ability allowed him to plant false memories, delete existing ones, or even change how someone perceived a specific event. It was a mind control technique that went beyond mere suggestion—it was interception. He could stop a memory from forming, overwrite it entirely, or cause confusion between what was real and what was fabricated. The victim would never know what was true anymore. Their entire life could be manipulated at a whim. The Black Angel could erase people’s pasts and rewrite their futures with a mere flick of his mental power.
8. Mind Control
At the peak of his abilities, the Black Angel could assert complete control over the minds of others. With a single thought, he could bend someone’s will to his own, turning them into a puppet for his amusement or a tool for his greater goals. This was the most dangerous weapon in his arsenal. Unlike other demons or supernatural entities who needed to rely on physical force, the Black Angel's mind control was absolute. His victims would lose all sense of autonomy, their actions dictated by the whims of the Black Angel. They would be forced to commit unspeakable acts or betray their closest allies without understanding why. Their minds would become a prison, and the Black Angel would hold the keys.
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As the Black Angel hovered above the city, his wings casting a dark shadow across the streets, he knew that his power wasn’t just in his strength, speed, or intellect. It was in his ability to break minds, to manipulate and control the very essence of what it meant to be human. He was a predator, not of flesh, but of the soul. And with every passing moment, the city seemed to fall deeper under his influence, unaware of the demon that had walked among them for centuries.
The Black Angel was not just a monster. He was a master of torment, a puppeteer who manipulated the very fabric of reality with a thought.