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Damien Bathory was born to Andrew Bonaventura Bathory, a former Voivod of Transylvania, in 1270, in Transylvania. There wasn't a word for it then but the kid was a psychopath and a sadomasochistic one at that. By the time he was ten he'd lured his nanny into the woods and brutally murdered her, strangling her with her apron after beating and mutilating her. Having been gone all day, he was met at the edge of the forest by his parents and the local authorities to which he confessed his crime in chilling detail. Money and influence saved him from hanging that day but did nothing to slow the bloodlust that was growing in him. Over the next four years nearly eleven maids would go missing from the family manner while others did their best to conceal bruises and burns.

Just when the villagers began to fear the manor and his father's patience had run thin, a stranger came to their village claiming to be a distant relative. His presence in the house seemed to have a calming effect on Damien. Truth was, they became fast friends and Damien quickly learned how to instill fear in such a way to force his victims to never outwardly show that fear or suffer grave consequences. Damien began sleeping during the day so he could be up at night and spend his time with his strange "uncle". For years, the uncle would come and go. After the death of his mother, Damien left home to travel with his uncle. It wasn't long after that Morte D'Amour revealed his true identity and interest in Damien. He spent six years as Morte's human companion until becoming a vampire. Damien's relationship with his sire was strained at the best of time. He was headstrong and vicious but feeding was a rush of its own, having fear and pain rushing through a victim's veins while feeding didn't seem like anything he couldn't enjoy for an eternity.

Ten years after turning, Damien returned home and slaughtered his household, including his father. He left only his little brother, a child created in the time he was away, when his father remarried.

Over the centuries Damien spent with Morte, his family expanded to Little Carpathians. Like Morte had done to him, Damien would show up at the home of his distant cousin, Erzsebet with plans to corrupt her. Early into his hundredth year, he learned to command shadows making him a Master and it was only she he would ever consider siring. It would only be a few days before he discovered that Erzsebet would be come an outlet for his baser instincts. A single drop of blood from a freshly disciplined maid sparks Erzsebet's fascination first with blood then, with Damien's gentle guidance, the macabre. Together they would destroy over six hundred and fifty lives in order to sate Erzsebet's increasing desire to remain beautiful by bathing in blood. When the pickings became slim around Little Carpathians, Erzebet and Damien began seducing young women at lavish parties thrown by nobles.

During one party, Damien met and seduced Russian princess. His fascination and attraction to her would drive a wedge between himself and Erzsebet. After a very public fight in Venice, Erzsebet went back to the Little Carpathians where she was arrested for her atrocities. It was only a year before he returned to Erzsebet and attempted to share his gifts with her and save her from execution. She was walled into a tower in her home and wholeheartedly refused his offer saying she didn't want to be a "beast". So Damien began a hunt for another vampire known as Belle Morte and promised to sustain his cousin with his blood. He wasn't able to attract the attentions of Belle Morte and his cousin died in the tower but at least she died at the height of her beauty.

So Damien returned to his maker but that didn't last long. With no interest in vampire politics or commanding other vampires, Morte D'Amore left him to roam the world. He might have appeared as a rogue, but he never lost his connection to his sire and reconnects with him every fifty years or so, never refusing his call. Didn't take long for him to get deep into shit he shouldn't have been in though. In Salem, he met a witch and debauchery in the New World began. Like life with Erzsebet, it would go down in history and he would be explicitly missing from the records. No one would ever know how wrong a love affair with a witch could go. Spurning the affections of a very powerful witch left you missing the lower half of your face and every thing on your arms from the elbow down. No more magic hands or tongue. It took years for Damien to find the means to cover up his ever rotting and ever attempting to heal arms and mouth. Although his rotting appearance upped his fear factor it was pain in the ass to get used too.

Early in 2015, the council convened and soon after Morte D'Amore summoned Damien to St. Louis. Drudging himself up from the modern Sodom of New Orleans, Damien came to a call he couldn't refuse and met with a Master of the City who was a complete fucktard. He was lazy and incompetent coasting on his natural strength but letting the city go to shit. Wasn't much of that that Damien cared about. He couldn't wait to get out of that city and away from the constant suggestions of tests of strength and prowess as if they were living in Rome. When Damien couldn't take it anymore, he ripped the guy's throat half way out and spent a week cutting him to pieces before throwing those pieces into the daylight. Most fun he had the entire time he was in the city. Only downfall was, killing that annoying little shit made him the new MotC of St. Louis and pinned him to one city and the vampire politics he'd avoided for nearly five centuries.