Scars are the paler pain of survival received unwillingly and displayed in the language of injury.

 

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The origin of Envy is a lengthy tale--one of immense love, passion, boyhood, and treachery. In the beginning, the one we call Envy was a humble boy born into the hands of luxury. Two wails echoed on the night of his birth; one, his own as his lungs mourned the safety of his creator. The second belonged to his mother, the Queen, as the birth had been a difficult one, resulting in a lengthy recovery. The kingdom rejoiced the following morning, welcoming their new heir, naively expecting nothing but greatness from him.

Sebastian quickly became a thriving member of the community that seemingly had a friendship with every person that he met. Even the lowest class of constituents affectionally called him "Seb." Sebastian was a prince of the people--one for the people. Even as a young teen, his studies were often interrupted by his own yearning to help his citizens. Despite his family ruling over the area with an iron fist, there was an overarching hierarchy that superceded them in all regards; the empire. The Emporer had made political moves against Sebastian's homeland long before the young prince took his first breath. Their influence proved to be detrimental to the wellbeing of every citizen, but there was little that could be done. Or at least, that's what Sebastian initially thought.

At the ripe age of 18, Sebastian finally put his plan into action and, with the help of his best friend and lover Antonio, aimed to assassinate the governing head who acted as the liason to The Empire. The liason had a scheduled visit to the kingdom in which he would officially be given the rights to the kingdom. Should the King refuse, prompt and immediate military action would surely follow. Eliminating the liason would certainly spark a war, but it was one that Sebastian and Antonio felt would ignite a fire within their people and unite them under a common cause: freedom.

It was a cold and dreary day; the first snowfall of the season had just began to dust the crop fields. Fear and hesitation welled up within Sebastian's throat, making it difficult to focus on his studies with Antonio. Despite the pair's plans, they had to put up a facade of normalcy and feign boredom despite the thunderous thoughts that plagued their minds. The pair were walking on the precipice of revolution; it felt as though they were balancing on a tightrope with no safety precautions--merely a canyon below them, and they had no choice but to jump.
As the daylight hit its peak with the sun centered in the sky, the pair tidied themselves up and began to prepare for the ceremony. They were dressed in their finest linens, and their hair was perfectly styled with the help of a few servants. Within a few minutes, they were situated in their places at the ceremony, standing on one side of an aisle. The decorations were extravagent; golden ornaments shined wherever the iris turned to glance and violet silk served as a walkway for the liason. No expense was spared for this day. It seemed as though everyone was given an invitation to attend, even those such as the alchemy shop owner and royal executioner. 
A bell rang in the distance signifying the beginning of the ceremony. However, as quickly as the sound disappeared, so did the air from Sebastian's lungs as both he and Antonio were pushed to the ground. Looking up, confused and dazed, Sebastian realized that everyone was staring at the both of them--some with concern, and some with disdain. 

Sebastian's father's voice echoed throughout the courtyard. "Dearest citizens, these two young men dared to interfere with today's proceedings. In fact, they planned to murder our liason and put all of our efforts to waste. Today, while we still wish to go through with our initial plans, we have added an additonal event to your itinerary: their execution." The crowd erupted into cheers and applause as the pair were pulled up off the ground and quickly restrained. The violet silk aisle, meant to appease the liason and treat him as royalty, served as a twisted reminder of the pair's trajectory. Sebastian was the crown prince, and Antonio, his most trusted friend, would have been his royal advisor. However, despite their royal paths, they were now fated for an early death. As Sebastian was placed onto the chopping block, his hair began to fall into his face. The executioner, a man that Sebastian called his friend, whispered just loud enough for the both of them. "It's a pity. You had everything. I envied you." Through the chestnut locks, Sebastian saw his mother's face. Tears fell from her eyes and fell upon the ground just inches from her feet. Sebastian heard a lone wail from her as the axe came down upon his neck. 

Though death was the end for Sebastian's physical form, his spirit was banished to the underworld. For centuries, it festered, living off of the negative emotions of other entities that had been banished from the mortal realm. Eventually, the spirit was able to manifest itself as a demon and thrive within its new environment. Every spirit that he encountered was seen as merely a stepping stone to become more powerful; he aimed to become a being truly worthy of envy.

Centuries of his pursuit proved to be fruitful, eventually becoming the embodiment of the sin, envy. Despite his ambitions becoming reality, he craved more still. Though he had created a new name for himself in this hellish landscape, his mortal memories were still brandished into his consciousness like a searing mark. He yearned to redeem his time on the mortal realm--to show those in power how someone they wouldn't spare a second glance at would be their downfall. Thus, Envy set out for Heleo and possessed the body of a young slave, claiming the vessel as his own. Donning the mononym, Kai, he vowed to show the mortals just how envious he could be.