An idea concerning Thomas Quint...

[IamLEAM1983]

As luck would have it, one of the group's first paranormal assignments puts them in contact with one of the former HPD technician-turned-Infernalist's less-coordinated plans in several years. Throwing a lot of Hellfire for honestly paltry gains, it feels as though he's begging to be put down. Our gang does its job well and they manage to neutralize him. Unfortunately, he's finally pushed his mortal coil past its tolerance for Hellfire, and starts to slip away in an ER, after being placed in an artificial coma. As far as Amazo can ascertain, Belial's won himself another soul. Quint's mind is already gone, and the body will shut down on its own within a day or two. Crystal Lowell remembers the HPD technician he used to be, and is one of the few non-practicing people who knows how Infernalism takes away someone's mind over time.

Finally, as Quint had no family to notify, he's unplugged. Strangely enough, he doesn't stop breathing. Instead, he wakes up again - but is staggeringly different in how he acts. The previously oblivious and vaguely repulsive Infernalist is now self-conscious enough to request a shower and to somehow work through his unpleasant appearance to display the kinds of social graces he never showed in decades. He's polite, considerate and patient - and even manages to exhude a fairly strong level of seductive appeal. It's as if he's been resurrected only to turn into some sort of Infernal Don Juan, a professional hedonist who feels as though there isn't anyone's buttons that he can't successfully push.

It doesn't take long for Amazo to confirm a growing suspicion: Quint is well and truly dead, but an incubus decided to take up residence in his mortal coil. The supernatural spirit doesn't do a single thing with its new body that isn't out of the ordinary, beyond displaying a new and acute fashion sense. Interrogations reveal that the incubus is bizarrely harmless and straightforward, to the point where Holden Hall's holding cell is quickly vacated.

In being questioned, Quint exposes a side of the Pit that few arcane theorists ever explored. Fatigue seems to be a factor, along with boredom and a covertly growing dissatisfaction with the war against Heaven. The more intelligent of the Pitspawn remember the Djinn, and they know how there once was a place on Earth where angels, demons and mortals alike could forget their agendas, and focus on socializing and bartering. Iram might be gone, but the guiding principles behind the City of the Sands aren't.

Quint reveals that as an incubus - someone who is entirely and completely devoted to the pursuit of pleasure - he finds no personal gain in war or suffering. While he's never amassed enough power to stand against Leonard or Lucifer or otherwise try and broker an alliance with Pandemonium, he still wants to create a place where banners and baked-in considerations of Good and Evil can momentarily disappear. Considering what he is, however, his beguiling abilities differ from Leonard's in that he isn't concerned with dragging mortal souls to their damnation. Pleasure for its own sake is what drives him, and there's nothing he'd like more, he admits, than the chance to share a drink with a non-hostile angel...

Being what it is, however, the incubus has a hard time adjusting to life on the mortal plane, and needs some assistance. The new spirit retooled every fiber of the warthog's old body into an instrument of mass hedonism, and he still has to figure out how to turn himself off, so to speak... Until he figures that out, he needs gainful employment with a group of people that will resist the urge to try and inhale his face or to take a simple request for a glass of water as an excuse to go and mix up a dozen party drinks...

[TennyoCeres84]

I really like this reinterpretation of Thomas Quint. He should be fun to interact with.