Bastio came into existence, like the other greater demons, by being born from the blood of The Cursed Harob's blood seeping into the ground. He doesn't remember much from the beginning of his life, aside from the endless hunger for greed. To be greedy, to find those greedy and to feed off it. For as long as he has known, it's just been that way. Despite not knowing his goal in life, he has never felt bored, as Bastio quickly grew affection for material wealth. It honestly wasn't too bad, especially when he had the ability to turn anything he touched golden. Getting by was never an issue and so Bastio had a lot of time to just feed into his own hobbies and obsessions. No matter how much he collected, it seemed to never end his hunger and despite him at one point owning a lot of rare old objects, he rarely felt very attached to them. After multiple tries of ending his own hunger, he found a certain satisfaction of making other people around him happy. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but being the center of the party, making others laugh and even being selfless at times put a damper on his unsatisfied appetite. It certainly wasn't easy, especially with years of being nothing but selfish and greedy, but Bastio's stubbornness persisted.

Relishing this new way of being, Bastio pampered people, sharing the joys of material wealth. After all, if it made him so happy, then he wanted to make those he liked happy as well. He made many friends and lovers, and although there were certainly bad people amongst them and most never lasted long, Bastio minded it very little. It never became personal or that serious - it was just all about having fun!

However sometimes there came a time in which he found someone special. Someone whom he really enjoyed being himself with and made him feel less hollow. As his adoration grew, so did his greed and his want to have them stay. And everytime it happened, he found that they were smitten by his greed. If eyes truly were windows to the soul, then Bastio had let them gaze too much, too long into the endless hunger that he harboured. All that madenning greed was not for mortals to drown in and soon they'd feel nothing but the insatiable hunger for materialism as well. More often than not it was gold and it was Bastio. It was as though his own greed was infecting others, and Bastio had no way of controlling it, holding it back or curing it. It was infectious and he was left watching how he corroded those around him. Those he cared for.

Bastio learnt to take distance. As selfish as he was, the hole that was left behind from these experiences felt much more unquenched than those made from his material greed. While he still loves being the center of attention, he is much more detached and hesitant on getting close to others. Occasionally he slips up, but he tries his best to. He's not perfect, but he's been around for quite a while now. A few thousand years of emotional solitude and discipline ought to do the trick. Perhaps he could even find a way to enjoy it or figure out another way to not hurt others. These days he travels with very little on his person, not only because he is kind on the run, but also to practice self restraint.