Vinci

Vincentius was raised in hell by his strict father, who had such high expectations of him as a demon that he was treated like a soldier rather than a son. His much older brother, Ignatius, was seen as a failure and was not at all interested in feeding off of or tricking mortals. In fact, he was much more interested in the fantasy of becoming a human, and was quite vocal of that fact. By the time Vinci was born, their father had already given up on trying to change Ignatius and instead put all of his effort into raising Vinci "right". Worried that he could grow to be like his brother, he was especially strict and overly harsh in his teachings. His goal was not only to groom Vinci as a powerful incubi but specifically one who hated and thought nothing of humans in particular. He was incredibly successful in this feat and to Vinci there was no difference to him between humans, animals, or dirt on the side of the road. This impression ended up extending to all mortals, however. There was no way to him that any non-demon had feelings let alone thoughts in their head.

Vincentius loved what he was and embraced it at every turn, looking forward to the chance to finally have his first real human feeding. He had been surviving on lesser demons as he grew, and he was often rude and mocking to his elder brother to whom he looked down on for his foolish beliefs on what he saw as the cattle of the world. Vinci was raised to be a brash, uncaring trickster who thrived on the thought of entering human dreams and using them for his own gain. He was taught to not care much for figuring out desires of humans and to opt for the easy route of having sex. His brother Ignatius of course was the exact opposite of him, abhorring what he was and refusing to take energy from mortals due to his liking of them. He instead opted to steal energy from other demons instead. Vincentius did not try to push his brother to embrace his nature, and instead was cocky and mocked him at any chance he had. This grew a rift between the brothers from a young age, and encouraged Ignatius to hold a deep resentment for his younger sibling.

One night many, many years after his first feeding, Vincentius entered the dreams of a half-vampire, intending to take his fill of energy as usual. It wasn't his typical human target but he didn't have as many qualms about feeding from non-humans as other demons. Vampires had a cold, freezer burn type of taste that left an ashy flavor in the mouth, making them highly undesirable. Being a half-vampire meant that this mortal would have a bit of an old and stale taste but not nearly as bad as his pureblooded counterparts. Vinci wasn't one to be picky and was considered a glutton among his peers, often feeding throughout the night and getting drunk off energy. He rubbed them the wrong way with his extreme thinking and abrasive, selfish personality- even for a demon.

The half vampire he drunkenly went to that night was conscious in his dreams and was the first to resist his advances and even managed to eject Vincentius from his dreamscape. Shocked, Vinci was flabberghasted that not only something so lesser, meat in his eyes, was able to reject his magic but also had a mind of his own. He had fed from monsters in the past, what made this thing so different? He became obsessed with the hunt and pursued this mortal's dreams every night in attempts to succeed in feeding from his energy, but eventually became completely locked out of his mind. Furious, Vinci rose to the challenge, and physically went to the mortal world where the half vampire was from in attempts to charm him and get his desired meal. This was highly out of character for Vinci as he thought the mortal realm was one big farm: dirty, smelly, and full of pigs and cattle. However, he was nothing if not a prideful and arrogant demon so away he went.

The half-vampire, Albion, initially shook off the oddity of what he imagined was something only in his dreams, only to realize the thing following and bothering him constantly was an honest to god demon. He was extremely curious about the spritual aspect of the world and perhaps didn't discard of Vinci as swiftly as he usually did to annoyances. He kept the demon at arm's length to observe his behavior and study him, much like a pinned butterfly on a board. Vincentius paraded around like a huffy child, trying to seduce Albion and throwing fits when it didn't work as it usually did. Albion grew tired of this behavior even with his thirst for knowledge, and was quick to punish such childish whinging. Vinci was shocked at this gall initially, a mortal lecturing him? But soon he began to consider other ways to seduce Albion, no longer just a random half-vampire, and tapped into his innate senses of desire. He wasn't as clear to read as other mortals, it was like hearing static in an already choppy message or looking through a screen at night, but he could feel the great thirst to know things in Albion's core. Vinci began to play along to an extent, telling him things he was curious to know, attempting to pick at his energy while his mind was elsewhere- unsuccessfully, of course. Eventually however Vincentius found himself looking forward to each meeting with the half-vampire and started to feel something he had never felt before: affection. It shook him to his core but instead of heading home to shake off the feeling and start his previous life again, he stayed. It was a choice that led him to ruin.

Staying allowed the feelings to fester within him, as Vincentius instigated more and more meetings with the somber half-vampire. His affection grew to love. It was a perversion of his nature and it confused him deeply. Love is not meant to exist within a demon and so it twisted into something more familiar: obsession. Of course his fixation was there already, but this only heightened and corrupted it to something unrecognizable. It wasn't long before his father found out about his transgression and swiftly summoned him home.

Having been thrown from his home, Vincentius dragged himself to Albion in hopes to be taken in and cherished as he had feverishly dreamed of. He was met with clinical eyes and a skilled healing hand but nothing more, allowed to stay only as long as it took him to recover his injuries. Even after this perceived rejection, Vinci couldn't bring himself to hate the half-vampire. No matter how much his beliefs told him to, and no matter how much it pained him to be near, it was as though a piece of him would always belong to the chilly man.

Stuck now in the mortal realm having lost everything and gained nothing, Vincentius turned to partying and narcotics the mortal way to numb his rejection and the reality he was now chained to. Vinci even took it upon himself to try and avoid Albion initially, as though in protest. He had many troubles adapting to society, behaving cruelly and inhumane to those who were in contact with him, not even bothering to use his charm magic to mask it. Some nights he would even call people "cattle" to their face. This, of course, earned him a punch straight to the teeth more often than not. Vinci despised mortals and hated every moment he was trapped in this so-called barn with them. Vinci still survived as an incubi do, through fulfilling the desires of others, and he still had his magic to charm and trick, but no matter what he did he could not reach the high he had felt before meeting the half-vampire.

He fed deeply most nights, feeling horribly bitter, and often killing mortals in his callousness. The police were quick to brush off these deaths as simple drug or alcohol overdoses from low-lifes and did not bother looking much into it. The same could not be said for demons, as they came to punish Vinci soon enough for still behaving in such a way. He was left many nights beaten in alleyways from those who were once his peers. Once the initial sulking wore off, he would occasionally try and use his injuries as an excuse to get Albion to help him once again, though was more often than not turned away at the door. Every time it seemed that he told himself it would be the last time were the nights Albion would let him in and dress his wounds. Obsessiveness still gripped Vinci deeply despite his best efforts of shaking it, and he was not able to avoid for long his habit of stalking outside the window and compulsively stealing his things once again.

Albion had become well aware of this little fixation as some of his things had begun to disappear a number of months ago, but it took a little time to piece together it was Vinci stealing it. Viewing this as an opportunity to keep the unstable, but unique, demon close and on a leash, he allowed him to continue his little hobby as he never seemed to take anything meaningful. Trash, discarded pens, or used cutlery seemed to be the objects Vinci gravitated to the most. When he realized Vinci would steal for him as well as from him, well, sometimes one or two little things may have slipped into his conversations about a certain document or useful item. Allowing the demon occasional nightly visits as the time passed on was an easy way to keep a powerful being in his pocket.

As Vinci's new reality has settled in over the years, he has calmed down in his violence towards others. Of course, if someone were to get in his way of him trying to woo Albion, he might just have a little accident when paying them a nighttime visit. Old prejudices die hard as well, as the rare times when a mortal rejects his advances is when he becomes the most ugly, furious that a piece of meat like them could ever disregard him. There is no room for any more special beings in his mind and so he is quick to discard of these broken would-be toys. Vinci also holds a special vitriol for those who confess their undying love for him, as not only does he claim to not understand it but it stings at the deepest and most bitter part of him.