"I have lived for many millenia happilly and healthily as the lord of a small county in the greater of the netherworld, but i am speaking not of my exploits as a lord or my own life, I have a story to tell of the greatest man I have ever known."

I was young at the age of three hundred and twelvish years old as an angel being sent into the Netherworld i couldn't have been more frightened or curious, the Seraph of Xanadu, the home of the angels had sent me on a mission to go to the Netherworld and find the amulet of Baphomet, a ancient artifact that the overlord of the Netherworld had owned for eons, there had not been a over lord for a good 15 years in the netherworld and the Seraph had ordered me to find it, she was confident in my abilities but i was not. The seraph had prepared for me a small amulet that she had told me would lead me to the amulet of Baphomet, it was a small round silver amulet with a clear crystal inlaid upon it. As soon as i wore it around my neck i found my self in the Netherworld, The seraph had jynxed it to send me there instantly. Astonished and horrified i looked up at the dark violet sky of the netherworld it was dusk and i knew i would need shelter, angels weren't welcome in the netherworld. I scrambled across the barren dirt that was the ground i was treading i found a small ditch and settled in that, though wet and cold it was better than being seen by a demon at night,