Uomo d'Acciaio

The 3rd Prince (along with the other 2) can take upon multiple forms dependent upon the location. If he is located in Hell, the 3rd prince takes upon a form of a rotting corpse covered in scales with large bat-like wings featuring cuts, holes and scars from many battles won. Along with raggedy clothes and a large snake-like tail. If around a Mortal or Angelic being, the 3rd prince will they to hide himself as a knight in a dark black suit of armour, but to avail, he has one major flaw. The prince bleeds jet black blood, a tar like liquid. He is unique in this way that if anyone knew mythology surrounding Drastrukyo, they could tell who he was.

Biography
Uomo d'Acciaio was not conceived, nor summoned. He was just there. Along with two other mysterious figures. Feeding off war and conflict Uomo d'Acciaio grew stronger, he took the souls of everything that fought against each other and claimed them as his own. Dragging the fallen towards hell. Untill. He was watching a war wage, like he had done so many times before, when a dark black suit of armour caught his eye. A beautiful, blonde woman rode upon a tall, strong steed, butchering her enemies as they tried to flee. Every day, he watched her destroy the enemies' defence, until one night. He followed her into the human camp, lurking in the shadows, just out of sight. She dismounted her horse and walked towards her tent. He stopped her in her tracks. As he loomed above her she tried to let out a scream... But nothing came out. He slowly sank towards the ground, tucking his tail and wings behind his back, he began explaining who he was. The woman agreed to listen on account he did not harm her in anyway. She became HIS first follower. Many moons had passed since that night at the human camp and the woman had been acting strange. She was usually perky and happy to carry out the Princes' every order but now she seemed to stay away from him, as if she was, avoiding him. The prince confronted her and she refused every claim he made. The Prince began to accept that he was somewhat delusional, until she slowly reached her right hand down, wrapping it around her sword. She lunged at the Prince, he tried to dodge but the sword cut into his wing. He yelped in pain as his right hand reached for the woman, grabbing and crushing her skull. The woman sank to the floor, collapsing in her armour. The prince shed a single tear, before pulling her soul from her lifeless body. But instead of sending it to hell, he imprisoned it in the very armour she wore. The very armour he wears in the presence of mortals.