"The Lord stalked through the entrance hall, fine eyebrows furrowed over long-dead eyes, an empty rage trailing him like a jilted lover."
𝔻𝕆ℕ𝔸𝕊𝔻𝕆𝔾𝔸𝕄𝔸𝕋𝔸𝕊𝕋𝕆𝕊: 𝔸 𝔹ℝ𝕀𝔼𝔽 𝕊𝕋𝕌𝔻𝕐
𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒹
Tassos was born thousands of years ago 'Brun Wulfgeat', the eldest inbred child to vile parents. The Wulfgeats were crazed, delusional, obsessed with eternal life. Abused their multiple children and animals, dogs, who they bred and their eldest son cared for. Brun lived a life of daily torment, trauma, grief and suffering while raising his siblings and dogs himself. Eventually, the Wulfgeats tired of their prayers falling on deaf ears. They sacrificed all of their children in a lengthy, violent ritual that ended in the burning of their own offspring. Brun was the last to die. Lucifer, the Lord Satan, took pity on the boy on the pyre and resurrected him to enact vengeance against his family and the local village that turned a blind eye to the abuse. Impressed by his faculty, Lucifer offered him a position as their protector. Donasdogamatastos was born.
𝔹𝔸𝔹𝕐 𝔻𝔼𝕄𝕆ℕ 𝕐𝔼𝔸ℝ𝕊
Many elder demons, specifically the Ars Goetia, resented Donasdogamatastos (colloquially 'Tass') for his human origins, natural-borne demonic ability and the favour he garnered from Lucifer. Tassos was given an exceptionally hard time for hundreds of years. Often he was subjected to fierce, gladiator-style battles to prove his worth. After losing many of his first and earning an eerie collection of scars, he quickly hardened and adapted, and began to dominate his opponents easier and quicker. In this time, he killed many and found he had a penchant for bloodlust. Lucifer began to designate him 'grunt' jobs, like killing off those on Earth who had wronged the Devil and chasing down rogue supernaturals. After a few years of these, Donasdogasmatastos fought in his first civil war.
𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℍ𝕆𝕌ℕ𝔻𝕊 𝔸ℝ𝔼 𝔹𝕆ℝℕ
The first civil war Tass saw was the revolt of the Ars Goetia. Long displeased with Lucifers dictatorship, Beleth began to sow dissent that eventually fell into all-out war. Numerous Princes and Lords rallied against Lucifer and would have won out if not for Donasdogamatastos. Tass had recently started drafting lost souls to the Hounds to offer them a better life in Hell, saving them from the grind to prove themselves that he had endured. Or worse, saving them from an eternity spent as the plaything of a high-level demon. By the time Beleth revolted, Donasdogamatastos had amassed a staggering sixty-two legions (roughly 250,000 individuals) of Hell Hounds, fiercely loyal to him. Therefore also, to Lucifer.
Donasdogamatastos and his Hounds, along with the Succubi and unexpected ally Paimon, rallied together and expunged Beleths forces with laughable ease. The Lord of Hounds was himself embroiled in a nasty, violent gore-fest of a one-to-one battle with Beleth for weeks before Beleth finally admitted defeat. As a result, Beleths forces swore fealty to the Hounds, and Tass was granted his own region of Hell as well as the title of Prince of Hell and King of Hounds, effective immediately after the battle ended. This was a great embarrassment to Beleth. She retreated, exiled from Hells upper circles, and began to turn the lower levels against Donasdogamatastos, one individual at a time, with the help of her long-time companion Baal.
𝔸 𝕃𝔼𝔾𝔸ℂ𝕐 𝕀ℕ 𝕄𝕆𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ
For a large majority of his life, Tass was unstoppable. Feared in Heaven and Earth, revered but hated in Hell, all he knew was death. Lucifer and death, and the festering mass of emotional trauma he was ignoring from his life as a human and treatment in Hell. As well as the guilt that was slowly numbing the more lives he took for his Lord.
He won battles, navigated political warfare, defended Satan diligently and carried out their orders without question, raised and taught his Hounds and more. On Earth, he began to dabble in his more primal urges. Becoming something of a promiscuous individual, as well as falling deeply into addiction struggles. Nicotine and alcohol being the most prominent. With his fleshly form still being bound to a certain level of humanity, he can still feel the effects of it, though his tolerance is much higher.
Tassos did horrible things as he grew in power, grew in standing in Hell. Horrible things that after his time in the Prae, haunt him every day, as well as his past as a human.
𝔼𝕏𝕀𝕃𝔼 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℙℝ𝔸𝔼
A little over three years ago, Tassos was involved in a ghastly affair. Beleth and Ba'al (along with his own attitude towards Hell-creatures) had turned almost everyone in Hell against him. They managed to get enough traction to challenge him to a duel to the death, which it is an unwritten rule in Hell to accept unless you want to lose your political standing. If Tass lost, he would be exiled. Tassos accepted and unexpectedly won, killing Beleth in the process. Ba'al, enraged and upset that his plan had failed, retreated to the lower levels once more.
A while later, he met a man on Earth. Still, after 12,000 years, he had never known true friendship. He thought he saw it in this individual. James, was his name. The two spent a year together, dancing with romance but Tass always being too afraid to commit, James being patient and understanding all the while. They would meet weekly, daily at one point. James taught Tass to embrace his human side, to be brave enough to face his emotions. The two were intricately and passionately bonded. Then came Ba'al.
Tassos returned to Earth one day to find James stuck with a Vipers Blade, a blade that consumes the soul of whomever it punctures. Ba'al claimed that he would subject James to endless torture in his realms if Tassos didn't sign a contract agreeing to step down from his position at Lucifers side. Tassos, desperate, signed and agreed to do so with full intentions to betray Ba'al. But Ba'al was one step ahead.
As he held James in his arms, the man began to melt away. To only bone at first. Bone that took shape. Beleths shape. The two had tricked him successfully after all. As they re-entered Hell, to instigate the ritual where Tass would stand down and hand over his power to Ba'al, Tass reacted by brutally and ferociously slaughtering or gruesomely injuring every single member who attended court. Including Paimon, a previous friend, who barely survived. Blinded by his rage, he had committed treason by going against a bound contact. The hunt for him began.
His hounds defended him. Many died in the process. More of the Goetia died. Tassos wanted revenge. He didn't care that they had no part in Ba'al and Beleths plan. They'd die like the rest of them. He was agonized at the loss of his only true loved one, who had never been true at all. He was embarrassed. He was afraid. He was alone. So he did what he did best. He killed.
When Lucifer eventually tracked him down, it was an emotional battle that neither wanted to fight. Instead of killing Tass like Lucifer was honour-bound to do, he beat him almost fatally and then cast him to Earth. Tass lived on Earth for a year, depressed, suicidal, hunted and longing to be found for the release of eternal death. There he met two individuals that saved his life and set him back on the path to Hell, to Lucifer who he loved so dearly, to make amends to those he had wronged in his second civil war.
The only way to return to Hell from exile is through the Prae. Many die, if not all. Days stretch into years, years of hallucinations and torment and horrific visuals and pain and torture. All while stumbling blindly through the dark of the chasm Lucifer tore open on his first journey to Hell. Tass doesn't speak about what he saw, but it changed him. He's no longer so bloodthirsty. His eyes dart nervously back and forth, tormented by things only he can see. He is kinder, somehow, but far more afraid of kindness and love than he ever was. He no longer seeks pain and torment. After months in the Prae, Tass finally returned to fall at Lucifers feet. Lucifer accepted him back with no question.
Now, Tassos is fully reinstated. Commander of Hells legions, King of Hounds, Satans Right-Hand and responsible for controlling supernatural life on Earth, Tass feels ... off. Something changed in him. There is a part of him that screams for humanity, that longs for the way he felt when he was on Earth and had someone who loved him. Someone he presumed loved him. In a selfless way. Not in a way of wanting or using him. In a way of simply loving.
Find him on Earth more often than not. Chasing down troublesome supernaturals, juggling responsibilities from Hell, caring for his hounds, drinking, smoking, sleeping around, trying to fill a hole that gets bigger every day. Could you be the one to show this weary Lord a life beyond the death and deceit he's only ever known? Or will you lose yourself to it, the way that he has, and share a glass with him way down at the bottom?