Hellhound [#2]
"D'ahvon Marchosian, get the fuck down!"
"Uhm, mother, I would if I knew how!"
"I told you not to drink that much Beezeljuice!"
Bee watched in slight amusement as her youngest and perfect brother get in trouble. She just asked the kid if he wanted some because he saw her drinking it, and well, he's 20 now, it's okay for him to drink that much! Even more so when he never left the Marchosian Mansion or the Gluttony Ring, always training and working on himself to become the best version he could, but it was never enough. Like a real glutton, he hungered for more knowledge, more power, and more more more-
She was so proud of him, but he needed to learn how to party! Every time she comes to visit, D'ahvon never shows any sign that he wants to join her in any fun activity, so she has to drag his anti-social ass every now and then to a few parties. Well, he grew up great! Even though he might not be able to reach her height without learning how to shape his body with the Infernal Energy that is around in the air.
But no, seriously, he is one of the most talented Hellhounds mother Marchosias has birthed. Even though she never told anyone about it, she brags to everyone that would listen that another genius has been born in the Marchosian family, a genius that is comparable to the one and only Sin of Gluttony, Beelzebub herself! Bee was so fucking happy that her younger brother was growing so fucking strong, that she threw a party for him, and that's how he got in trouble.
You see, she came here to drag hom out to the party she organized, but he had grown used to her shenanigans and knew how to avoid her- however, she offered him a chance to taste her own creation: Beezeljuice. She knew she got his attention when his ears shifted to her even when he was focused on a book, so she offered him a drink and he drank a whole fucking barrel, getting wasted really easily. She was fucking impressed that he was able to drink an entire fucking barrel, she expected him to not even drink half of it before he passed out, but now he's hanging from the ceiling with a stupid look on his face and mother is angry with him because he has broken at least 32 windows because he keeps shooting those spikes out of his tail.
She doesn't know how he figured out how to do that. In fact, she herself has learned from her brother's creativity with using his powers and has copied a few of his abilities- she hasn't been able to copy a few of his own body given abilities, such as his spikes and the fact that he can shoot them out willy-nilly.
"I feel tipsy..." Hanging from the ceiling of their rather expensive mansion, D'ahvon opened his large maw and threw up- it was like a spray of green thick paint. There were pieces of bones and even small pieces of undigested meat! Even when growing up with and being fed by a golden spoon, the Marchosians were a hardcore family that believed that one must be trained to take hell in the face and survive. One of the most gruesome trainings that they receive from birth is to be fed anything and everything, from poisonous things to things that normally can't be eaten to even fellow demons. This is to show that if you are not the predator, you become the prey, and Marchosians are never the prey because they can eat everything.
"Urgh, Stevan, please clean the carpet... And you, mister, is going to Isolated Training!" Their mother, Marchosias, was nothing if not strict with her children. Generations of warriors were born from her, so she knew how to handle herself and her children. Even so, she still loved her children, which was why she sent D'ahvon to Isolated Training, which is in this reinforced room where they are put in constant danger by magical attacks, mechanical attacks from various weapons and robots, and of course, you can't forget the exquisite extreme weather simulator! It was made specifically to imitate the weather patterns in the Wrath Ring and Envy Ring, which are fucking destructive like shit!
"Urgh... Can I go after...?" D'ahvon was easily the one who spent the most amount of times in that place, and everyone knew he held now the record of spending one entire year inside the training room, beating Beelzebub's record of being 9 months and 9 days inside that place before she was taken out because she would die otherwise. "I feel like shit..." He made sure to make his lost puppy face to her, which was super effective.
"...alright, you can go when you're sober, but you'll spend a month there- that's your punishment for wrecking the house." Well, Marchosias couldn't really resist her pup's adorable face when he asked for something.
D'ahvon simply lifted one of his fingers and smiled before he passed out. Miraculously, he was still attached to the ceiling and they had to get him out.
Well, that was the easiest part.
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[Status]
Name: D'ahvon Marchosian
HP: 100,000/100,000
SP: 500,000/500,000
MP: 100,000/100,000
Age: 20 Years
Race: Hellhound/Fallen Angel
Titles: [Son of Marchosia], [Genius of the Marchosians], [Prince of Gluttony], [Singing is Not For Me], [Anti-social], [Heir of the Marchosians]
Achievements: [Reborn], [Hellborn], [Fallen], [Glutton], [Bookworm], [Magical Genius], [Contractor], [Soul Binder]
Contracts: Brook [Lvl 22], Gonna [Lvl 35], Perhoma [Lvl 55], ...
Lvl: 78
Stats - [390 Free Stats]
Strength: 875
Endurance: 875
Vitality: 875
Constitution: 875
Dexterity: 875
Agility: 875
Intelligence: 820
Magic Power: 1225
Wisdom: 530
Willpower: 563
Charisma: 105
Soul Power: 1290
Skills > [Racial Skills]
[Enchanted Senses lvl Max]
[True Sight lvl Max]
[Flight lvl 87]
[Angelical Magic lvl 76]
[Demonic Magic lvl 67]
[Enchanted Body lvl 95]
[Contract Manipulation Lvl 54]
[Soul Manipulation lvl 76]
Skills > [Passive Skills]
[Mental Resistance lvl 98]
[Overindulgence lvl 32]
[Natural Weapons Proficiency lvl MAX]
[Good Manners lvl MAX]
[Emotional Control lvl MAX]
[Hand to Hand Combat lvl MAX]
[Physical Damage Resistance lvl 87]
[Magical Damage Resistance lvl 86]
[Environmental Damage Resistance lvl MAX]
[Soul Damage Resistance lvl 77]
[Poison Resistance lvl 67]
[Hellfire Damage Resistance lvl 55]
[Drawing Proficiency lvl 12]
Skills > [Active Skills]
[Observe lvl MAX]
[Shapeshifting lvl 85]
[Charge lvl 55]
[Stomp lvl 55]
[Sprint lvl 56]
[Battle Dance lvl 78]
[Shadow Magic lvl 55]
[Light Magic lvl 54]
[Illusion Magic lvl 50]
[Infernal Energy Manipulation lvl 89]
[Mana Manipulation lvl 88]
[Angelical Energy Manipulation lvl 22]
[Blood Magic Lvl 35]
[Astral Magic 22]
Skills > [Unique Skills]
[Bookworm lvl 98]
[Full Body Control lvl 89]
[All Demonic Weapons Proficiency lvl 77]
[Eat What You Want lvl 45]
[Extreme Regeneration lvl 34]
[Angelic Weapon Resistance lvl 44]
[Demonic Form lvl 55]
"Urgh~" Stretching his arms up above his head, D'ahvon woke up from his quick nap. He felt his blood rush through his veins as he stretched like a dog would when it woke up from a good nap. He whined softly as he yawned, blinking lazily as he gave the yellow sky of the Ring of Gluttony a new good day. "Fuck, what do I gotta do today again?" He stepped forward, his nails sinking down the mattress as he got up. His clothes were scattered through the room because he likes sleeping naked, since his body had become a strong fucking weapon that he was able to wield with complete mastery. He spent the majority of his childhood and awkward teen years working himself to the bone by mastering every single weapon that was placed in his hands.
He spent years eating whatever he could get his hands on, working tirelessly so he could become greater than he was. He spent 20 years of his new life working and training and reading- He was, honestly, a little tired of that. He had read every single book of this fucking mansion, mastered every single weapon that was placed in his hands, and even broke various records placed by previous members of the family.
Maybe he can explore hell a little bit?
I mean, don't get him wrong, he doesnt really like crowds or social gatherings that much- he even got a fucking title to show how much anti-social he is! He only goes to Bee's parties because she physically drags him to them. He'd rather spend his time at home, working out or maybe just drawing something... His [Environmental Damage Resistance] was a skill he worked hard, he spent 1 entire year in that fucking room surviving every single type of natural disaster, he learned how to use his [Shapeshifting] skill to grow gills to breathe underwater, he figured out how the fuck he could use his own claws as a knife to cut pieces of his own flesh so he would not starve inside that room, and he learned how to eat Infernal Energy to survive.
He even developed a Unique Skill because of how fucked up he made his life, developing the ability to regenerate from any damage, which made him very annoying to kill.
D'ahvon stopped right on his tracks as he passed by the same full body mirror he looked at ever since his 2nd birthday, the day he got this mirror from Bee. She got it off of Asmodeus by commissioning it, it was supposed to show him not only his body but also record anything he wanted it to. "...Mirror, Mirror on the Wall. Show me my past self."
With a soft red glow, the mirror reflected him- But he was small, really small. He was a kid back then, but even then he knew that the world was not very forgiving to those who are weak. He wilingly put himself through hell and back, just to grow. The him that was reflected by the mirror was his own 2 year old self, barely 2 feet tall, but adorable with enormous ears that flopped around everywhere. Bigger than his entire body was his tail, too big for his small body and full of these sharp spikes that looked like they were made of crystallized blood. He was adorable and still had a lot of baby fat around his body, his bright gray fur was also less fluflly. "...show me my reflection."
The view of his past self faded away, and in its place, his present self appeared.
He was tall, easily over 7 feet now. His body could be easily discribed as "huge", even some of Bee's friends said he total "hunk" of a hound. Sure, his muscles were esthetically pleasing but they also carried his strong physical power that he worked really hard for. His tail was still enormous, but with a single thought his Unique Skill [Full Body Control] activated and his tail shrunk to a comfortable size! For some reason his [Shapeshifting] skill hasn't been absorbed by the [Full Body Control] skill yet, but he hopes it gets absorbed soon, because it would really help with his precision, control, and power.
"Good morning, Young Master Marchosian." Ah, his fateful maid and assistant Perhoma! He made a deal with her, you see, and now he holds her soul and owns her. "Ah, good morning Perhoma." She previously was owned by this really big Imp guy that somehow bought her from this guy on the Lust Ring and she was a Succubus, but D'ahvon has no interest in women and Perhoma knows that. "Do I have anything for today?"
Well, being the Heir of the Marchosians made ypu important, even more so when you're only 20 years old. A lot of folks want to throw themselves at you, even when you step on them hard enough to push your feet through their back and into the ground, making blood splash everywhere and making your fur fucking nasty with blood.
"You've been invited by Lady Beelzebub for a party." Perhoma said, looking down at her tablet: "And... You've been formally invited for an opening of a new club on the Lust Ring, by Asmodeus himself."
"Huh." D'ahvon has never been to the Lust Ring before... "...Tell him I accept the invitation- When is the club going to open?"
Perhoma had no words. 'Is it raining?' She looked outside and saw nothing, no rain at all: 'Oh no, Lucifer's came down here to visit? Is he sick? Has Jesus himself been hung again? Is he sick?'
No. D'ahvon had just reached a good conclusion: Well, being a 20 year virgin was not something he wanted to be, so he might as well lose it, right?
-Author-
Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel Oc fic is cool. I like to add my headcannons to this fic, like Envy being a ring of wilderness and once being famous for being a really good place to go for family fun, hunting down demonic beasts, and other shit.
Imma write gay shit :3