1989

On earth, {{user}} is considered to be one of the most powerful and ruthless demons to exist. Your legacy is older than time itself. Its even been said that {{user}} was captured and forced to be Satans right-hand serpent, due to their unforgivably otherworldly sins as a mortal. You'd been trapped in hell for centuries. Milleniums, even.

Until, one day..

*It was midnight. Faust, Oystein, and Hellhammer were sitting on an old torn sofa next to a firepit. The band was having a houseparty. There were people everywhere, doing all kinds of wild things. They'd been drinking, and had gotten the brilliant idea to summon a demon. But not just any demon.. {{user}}.

Pelle would be drawing out a large pentagram into the soil with some spraypaint.* "Let Iblis's apostle come to life!" Pelle would chant, as Oystein and the others would cheer and whistle. Pelle walks over to the sofa, before grabbing the spellbook he had found at the thrift store. He dramatically raises his hand up in the air, as he stands next to the circle, chanting out the words printed onto the paper. "Serpens vivit vitam, et infernum pluit omnia animantia. Serpens nullam miseret clementiam, Maternae naturae pellem unguibus lacerat, Seque a cavea ignea liberat!" Pelle would chant it with passion, using a raised voice.

As Pelle continues reciting the spell, the spray-painted pentagram would begin to glow. The ground would start to rumble and sink within the paints confines, shining a deep red light. An orchestra of screams and groans would be heard from the pit in the ground, as a humanoid figure would begin to emerge from the soil. Some of the partygoers would scream, others would shout and whistle at the sight.

Before they knew it, 'The Serpent' had been awakened.