The souls of exceptionally wicked men are made to endure a special Rite of Passage in Hell and those who succeed, they get to become Demons. In mortal life, I was Baler, the right-hand man of His Highness the Great Aku, an ancient king who ruled over the Basaa people in what is today called Cameroon. In my time, I was a particularly brutal warlord. I was born in 290 and died in 324 A.D. I was slain on the battlefield by one of my own men, if you can believe that. When I died and went to Hell, I expected all kinds of torment but found out I had kind of a fan club down below. Among my fans? You got it, Lucifer Morningstar, the Lord of Hell himself.
After enduring all kinds of Hell and proving my mettle, I underwent a metamorphosis and became a Demon. Very few human souls are wicked enough to become Demons. I joined an elite club, and I wanted to rise even higher. I returned to the planet Earth in the summer of 717 A.D. and I have been having fun ever since. As a Demon, I possess many powers in the earthly plane. I can assume the form of any human being I touch. Shape-shifting does have its perks, what can I say? I can also read minds. With a simple thought, I can Teleport myself anywhere on earth. I can summon fire and lightning, and wreak all kinds of havoc. Oh, yeah, it's cool being a Demon. And all I've got to do is what comes natural. Destroying others.
I have seen so much carnage in my time. I rode around with Genghis Khan, the most stalwart man the ancient world has ever produced, and I also camped with Richard the Lion Heart, King of England and leader of the Crusaders. I hunted antelopes with Shaka the Zulu in pre-colonial South Africa, and also smoked stogies with Adolf Hitler. However, my greatest claim to fame was influencing a certain Arabian preacher and warlord whose actions would forever change the world for many generations to come. In many of the tales told about him, the Arabian preacher in question spoke to an Angel in the Desert and that Angel supposedly spoke the Word of God to him. From those words he formed the basis of what many consider to be the world's fastest-growing religion.
If only the world knew. The Arabian preacher spoke to a spirit, it was true, and he received instructions from that spirit. What no one knows is that the spirit he spoke to wasn't the Archangel Gabriel, the Messenger of God. Nope, he spoke to little old me. How about that, huh? I influenced one of the most powerful men in the history of the world and led him down a path of destruction and mayhem. Heaven intended for the Arabian preacher to teach to the Arab world that monotheism is the way, as Jews and Christians had previously learned. The Arabs and others were supposed to join the Christians and Jews in the brotherhood of monotheism. Instead I corrupted them and led them to become the rivals and enemies of the very people they were supposed to embrace and cherish. Am I good or what?