Butterbeer_983
Legacy Name: Butterbeer_983

Baha- You there! Yeah, you. What are you doing down here? Heheh, don't tell me you were sent here- Nah, you weren't! Kids like you, they're never sent to Hell. So what was it? You couldn't come down here by accident, could you? Hah! Don't make me laugh.

And myself? Glad you asked, kid, glad you asked. I was a drunk, first off, but that ain't the winning ticket, now is it? I was a drunk, and sometimes I got a little too excited about some things, maybe a little too rough. I maybe got into a few fights, maybe sent a few guys to the hospital. Maybe I even pulled a few scams on some innocent folks, huh? Not that that has anything to do with the drunk thing, but I'm certain it had something to do with me being sent down here.

At first it was Hell, certainly Hell. Pain, torture, the whole circus of it all, eh? But then I met this guy- Server. My personal demon. He was a child of Hell, born and lived there all his days, and when I met him he went by another name, something about his birth- It was crap, lemme tell ya. When I met him, I took something of his, something apparently important, though it looks like a piece'a junk to me. It is a piece of junk- I could crack it inta pieces, no problem. It's a stupid little black gem on a necklace- Looks like he's some sort of flower child or sumat, carryin' that around. I fixed that problem- See this? I got the gem put at the bottom of this blade, see, like a sword. Looks cool, eh?

Where- Right. So I took Servers necklace and he started freaking out, man, really freaking out. I got this idea in my head- He lives here. he could help me out. So I cut him a deal- He served me, hence his new name, and I'd eventually give'im his necklace back.

Thing is, I haven't gotten around to it yet. I prolly never will, either. See- I like this. My own demon, obeying me. And this gemstone, whatever it is- It feels good, in my paws. Feels powerful, really. I have this new sense of power coursing through me with it in hand, so why should I give it up? I've started to be able to...do things. Wonderful things. The fire around me doesn't hurt anymore, an' I'm starting to hear things, too- Whispers. Peoples thoughts.

So, here I am in Hell. Enjoying it- Enjoying my servant, enjoying the power. Life was good, but Death is better. And I'll be making it to the living world soon, too. So look out- Because I have the power to do whatever I want now. Heh.