Demetrios Nikodemos, was born, in the year of our Lord, Twelve hundred and thirty seven, as they would make him say. He's seen many things in his time. The rise and fall of kingdoms, both mortal and fae, the shake downs of religions, and the deaths and births of countries.
In all honesty, Demetrios does not remember his Mother, Agathe or his father, Photios. They where both Saytr, who'd been settled in Europe, for more generations, then either of them could remember. Saytr, who'd left Greece, for broader lands, apparently. He doesn't remember them, because he was taken from them, when he was but a faun. Demetrios, was captured by the Inquisition. He wore the 'face of a demon', he was a child under the throws of a 'demonic possession', and.. various other catchy phrases, and titles. In fact, the earliest memories Demetrios has, is of torture, and repenting, of pain, and suffering, and fear. For years, they pushed Demetrios towards the verge of destruction. But they could never destroy him. They could torture, deny, and 'teach' him for days, and days on end - and Demetrios would not cease. Over time, the inquisition did however, learn who, and what Demetrios was. They also learned the power, in Demetrios' name.
He was.. around the physical age of 30, when Demetrios was used for the inquisition's means. Dmetrios, or.. Damion, as he was re-named, was forced to use his power over emotion, to either incite confession, or incite carnal sins, to force confession. He was forced to incite things in innocent people, that they could not explain. And at the same time? They kept him in line, kept him humble, because Damion could not refuse an offered drink. Toxic, poisoned, there was nothing he could do to refuse them. It was the weakness, the Church took advantage of. For nearly 300 years, Damion was charged with damning guilty, and innocent people alike. It became a routine, a fact of life - witch hunts, persecutions, false confessions. After a while, Damion even started to believe it. He fed from it, as any Saytr would feed from emotion. In fact, it wasn't until the inquisition came to an end, it wasn't until the 'age of discovery', that Damion was swept under the Clergical rug, and forgotten about, for nearly 150 more years. His keepers passed the job onto their sons, and then their son's sons, until no one knew what or who exactly, they where guarding. It's perhaps a blessing, and a curse, that humans live such short lives, and have such short, frail memories. Finally, they forgot about him. Damion became a legend, and like all legends, Damion finally slipped away.
Like a Quaker, when sent off to 'experience the world', it was all almost.. overload for Damion. He spent several wandering Europe, trying to find himself. Trying to find the scraps of his childhood, and himself. Finally, Damion found what was left of the Unseelie Court. The rest of the poor souls, who where actually able to escape, and survive the witch hunts, and inquisition. Damion stayed with them for.. a while. A year, two years, five years. Yet there was no sign of his parents. Really, after being kept in captivity for so long, he missed it. The pain, the torture, the fear and desperation of those who he fed from.. call it.. a gap, a hole, that it took Damion quite some time to.. fill.
Eventually, Damion traveled to the Americas, with the religious purists. Damion had heard, that there was an exodus of fairies to the new world. He thought perhaps, that they had fled with others when in fact, this wasn't the case. Though, Damion did find a source of food from the ever fearful purists, and lived on the edges of what was first a colony, that blossomed into an entire city, Williamsburg VA. The Revolutionary War, the Civil War, he was there for them all. A soldier for the colonist rebels, a priest, a drummer, a coffin maker.. A revolutionary Soldier, A confederate.. Battlefields where ideal, for emotions. When thousands of men believe they're about to die? There's no experience more heady, more delicious.
Damion owned his first 'brothel', when the fae courts moved out past the Mississippi. Damion made his way to California, his curiosity drawn by this 'gold rush'. The little settlements and towns he found where.. full of dirt, sin, and debauchery. People would trade their lives away, they would trade away all their worldly possessions for a drink, a meal, and a woman. It was during those days, that Damion found his true perpous. The Church? Is evil. However, those people needed someone to.. watch over their souls. If they where going to sin, then they would confess those sins, those wants, to him. They would go through him, to get them. And /he/ would keep their.. 'secrets' safe.
Damion's brothel was rather profitable, until the turn of the century, until the gold rush declined, and his little booming town, became a place for ghosts, and tumbleweed. But that didn't stop him. In the 20's? He ran a speak easy, and a jazz club. In the 40's? He hooked sailors up with girls, when they came ashore. The 80's? Prostitution, and night clubs, where people could get their fixes. In the 90's? An exclusive heroin den. The business of sin, is /always/ alive moving.
Who knows what brought Damion to Chicago. Perhaps it's the activity? After all, it's not /every/ city, that the Vampire Council visits. Really, the place is an upheaval of supernatural activity. Really, the question that should be asked is.. why not?
