To this day, I have no idea how this character came to have such an obsession with diablerie...

Hob was a highly religious knight assigned by his superiors to protect the party's Malkavian, a Welsh priest - Pater Geraint - and the Lasombra lady whose name I've shamefully forgotten two years on. They met up with others - a Tzimisce who rapidly assumed the role of tactical leader, a Gangrel who basically backed Hob up in combat situations, and a Ravnos who did a sterling job of confusing us all and generally providing that little spin that makes games memorable (particularly when he and Pater Geraint became bosom buddies and started imitating each other totally via Obfuscate and Chimerstry).

At some point, we pissed off a fairly major vampire family. We know this because an Assamite came after us, which we captured, restrained (love that Viccissitude) and used to diablerise ourselves up a few levels.
Hob finally killed him, and frenzied while diablerising him - and something went weird as he crossed the threshold from sixth to fifth generation. He started having flashbacks from the Assamite's past, and Obfuscate's secrets became clearer to him.

Hiding our diablerist paths from aura sight, we came into York, which was in a state of cold war between Ventrue and Brujah.

We took steps.

The Gangrel, who'd learned celerity from the Assamite, and Hob cleared the Nosferatu out of the underground. And we used their tunnel and cellar network to stash Hob's new breed, who from the start displayed an affinity for an unusual selection of Disciplines...

Clearly, the party decided, we needed to deal with prying eyes. And the Lasombra, who by this stage was manipulating the Tzimisce, had a problem with the Ventrue.

So we brought the cold war to the boil, watched as both sides nearly destroyed the others, and the Lasombra managed to dispose of the final Ventrue with a little help from the Gangrel and a Gather he'd sent out for.

Then we marched into the Brujah throne room. The Lasombra, Pater Geraint, and the Ravnos gradually removed the weapons from the Prince's court as Hob distracted them with a somewhat inflammatory speech.

Then he challenged the Prince to combat, and won. And diablerised him.

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Yes, this game was powergaming at it's worst. But that was the stated intention, and it's good for a change, so we enjoyed it.

In a subsequent campaign, we learned that devout Prince Hob, founder of Clan Arlen, had become a demon puppetted by his shadow-cabinet. My new PC, the Heir to Arlen (which hadn't been my idea - he'd started out as an ex-Templar, hiding that fact, working as a Witch Hunter) ended up destroying the whole situation in a temporal loop, and much later becoming MP for York in the modern day.