Now that is quite a story. You see, I'm rather ambitious and daring, and I wanted to do the most daring thing I could think of. Previously, Satan was my superior. I guess you could call me a demon. I simply walked up to him, and he could tell what I intended to do just by looking in my eyes. He came at me. We clashed for seven days and seven nights, atop a boulder surrounded by a sea of tortured souls. Him with his two-pronged trident, and me with just a simple tomahawk. Finally, at midnight of the eighth day, with both of us beaten, battered, and very tired, a lucky blow from me cost him his head, and his throne.