My father was a spark of fear in a small mind. My mother, the nurturing fire of the eternal abyss that gave form and substance to that spark. All demons are born out of fear; I was no different.
The fires of hell are full of half formed demons -a flicker of fear in some mortal being dismissed in an instant and the unformed demon simply evaporates into the fires. The greater the fear, the longer it is sustained, the greater the demon.
Thus it was with me and I gained conscious thought. In the abyss time has no meaning; it may have been a heartbeat or an eternity that the hot fires of hell caressed my being. And so after an eternity of agony I found the will to step out of the fire and thus a demon was born to wreak havoc through the world.