Jackson Wang

Hellhound (Demon+werewolf)
Owned by Nam Vo
Demiual - Single

  Jackson was never ment to have the "perfect" life. Being taken from his mother when he a newborn, his brother taken and sold on auction and his sister slaughterd for being the weaker pup. This was his fate from the very beginning. Jackson was sold and bought by the King Of Hell, Nam Vo. He spent his childhood and adultolsence on nothing but trainning. If he stepped out of line, Jackson was face with instant punishment. Weither it would be a lashing, a strike across his face, kicked or beated. He would only get treated as a dog and nothing more. This training was mostly fighting and combat. To protect and serve the demons as well as protect the King and be at his disposal. The training was never light as if Jackson would lose against his rivals; he would be resurected only to fight again. If victor, Jackson would be awarded with something less cruel. Weither ir be him sleeping in bed, having a blanket, an extra meal, small amount of freedom, Jackson would take anything to make his life more better than the cruelity he suffers.

TW: Forced Breeding, Child Murder, Enslavement

Being torn from his peers and isolated, this was the only life he knew and nothing else beyond the demon realm. When he became an adult, Jackson was tasked with something new. Now he was tasked with breeding only the best hellhounds with Nam's approval. The first time, Jackson was sent into a dark room with mysterous individuals standing around in the shadows. In the middle of the room on the ground was a unclothed female. She had a blind fold blocking her eyes. Around her wrist and ankles were thick sliver cuffs that hooked into the ground. She seemed lifeless but Jackson can see her chest faintly raising and depressing. She's just drugged up. There was a sweet smell that hit his nose coming from the female. She was in heat. Jackson took a step back towards the door and was immediately pushed to the ground, held down and stripped. A needle was pentrated through his skin, injecting an aphrodisiac into the hell beast's veins. It sped up his rut right then and he was push towards the drugged up female hound. Jackson, fighting with everything he could, he had to perform to completion. After the deed was done, Jackson was ripped away from the female and thrown into his cold room only to be hunted by what just occured.

He never saw that woman again after that. And it was best that way. Right up until he came across a female screaming what sounded like she was in pain. The smell, it was familiar. The sound and the smell is what lead him to a small room with spectors. He crept around the corner to see the female birthing a small litter, birthing Jackson's children. The maturnal existence kicked in however Jackson quickly had to stay out of sight. Once the children were all born, it was then the newborns were taken away from the mother. The same had been done to Jackson when he came into the world. Tears had formed in his eyes, a small growl rumbled into his throat. He was upset he couldn't do anything. He bumped into one of the men who which pushed Jackson back into his room and told him to not try and do anything foolish like save either the pups or the female. Nothing will change. This is life as a hellhound.

Day in, day out.. Year after year, Jackson was subjected to more cruelity, abuse and challenging work. There never seem to be a break. No vacation, always overtime. Punishments made Jackson numb. He had became desensitized to beatings, mental manipulation, lashes, forced to breed only to have his children being taken off to the unknown. Jackson got creative one year and snuck away from his duties after bring a soul into the afterlife. He slipped into the, what they called, a birthing room while the woman he impreganted gave birth to his children. He managed to take form of one of the spectors and take one of his children. Quietly, he slipped into the small room Jackson was given after the good behavoir he displayed. He was able to raise his child up until they were a toddler.

The toddler snuck out of Jackson's room while Jackson was away on a mission to steal a soul down to Hell. Once he got back, Jackson panicked once he saw the door open and room empty. Jackson looked everywhere, running after the child once he got the scent. He slipped into Nam who found his child first before him. Of course as punishment, the child was murdered before his eyes. That sent him into a deep spiral and full of spite and hatred for the Hell King. Jackson spent his life in chains. Physically or psychology. There didn't seem to be an escape as he was the only the best of his species. Like a show dog, if you will.

Jackson had to attend an auction along side of one of the demons that served Nam. Reasons were unknown but no one questioned the King. Jackson had assume it was supposed to be for protection. Through the auction, Jackson saw goods being sold and traded. Goods mostly being positions, exliars, books and charms. Until you move deeper into the market. Creature's organs like dragon eyes, merfolk scales, vampire fangs, etc etc. Then, Jackson heard fighting and cheering. A dog fighting ring was in the middle of the market. Demons with wads of bills betting on who would come out on top and who would be slayen. The act only sicken his stomach but he had to keep his composure. They finally come towards the end and Jackson saw an ongoing auction. The goods? Hellhounds. They stood in a row male and female unclothed however covered in dirt, scars and open cuts. Jackson looked towards the Demon servent before back to the line of hounds up on display. One of them caught his eye and his nose. It's one of his children, the first born. The hellhound slipped away when the Demon was distracted. He needed to help at least his child to escape. He had to make a distraction for the others. So, he dumped alcohol on the few stands and towards the fighting ring. He lit a match and made his way towards the back of the stage and hid. A boom roared through the market and everyone's attention went to what made the sound and look to the a bladezed stands as well the fighting ring. Jackson took this time to save his child and them out of the market, setting them free. He never saw his child again after that and he still searches for them to this day.

Nam caught wind of his shenanigans only because the seller of that hellhound ed about the money he lost. As punishment, Jackson is to serve as a slave and work off the money that would have been for his child he released. It just meant more work and under close supervision. Present day, he fights for his freedom as well as searching for his lost child. His goal to break the chains that are forever bond to him as a Hellhound.