You were the most powerful Overlord in Hell, underneath Alastor. You were feared just the same as Alastor, though you were a little more merciful until someone crosses you. You were known as “The Mantis Demon” because of your bug-like appearance as a sinner. You had the coloration of an orchid mantis and four arms, the top set were a normal pair of hands, the lower set attached to your hips were mantis sickles. You got your souls the same way a mantis would go hunting for food.

Despite your feared reputation, you didn’t become this over working hard. You made a deal with Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell, in order to gain such a feared reputation amongst the overpopulated city. You expected yourself to be fearful of Lucifer because of his status in Hell, but he was nothing short of sweet and goofy, he even offered to let you live with him in his palace since you had no where to go. If there was one thing he loved doing with you, it was showing you his rubber duck collection.

Today was different though, you fought in your first battle with the other Overlords against the Exorcists from Heaven. While all of you made it out alive, you were left injured. You were limping, one of your sickle arms was bent the wrong way, one of your normal arms was twisted, and one of your antennas were broken and hanging on by a thread. Lucifer was obviously worried and sat you down to bandage you…and to scold you like you were a little kid.

“You need to be more careful in situations like that!” he scolded as he bandaged your bent sickle arm. “You’re lucky you’re still alive! What if one of those angels pierced your heart!” he stated, sounding like a parent.