Belial

The Slothful One, the Grand Commander of Hell... Belial may not have many names, or many stories, but the monarchy of Hell would have fallen long ago without their support.

Early Life:

Belial was a mighty warlord and commander of the armies of Heaven, long ago. This wasn't due to any kind of desire for power or control, like their elder yet apprentice Dagon, who they trained in the art of commanding an army, not seeing Dagon's desire for power until it was too late.

No, Belial only really wanted to be left alone, to chill. Their powerful and mystic facade was entirely so others would leave them alone. They commanded grand armies by putting those armies in the control of their generals.

The only angels that Belial really had a fondness for were Dagon, who they took on as an apprentice in exchange for the riches that Dagon gave them, and Lucifer, who took an interest in them, themselves, not just their armies, and made a deal with them that if they helped Luci out, Lucifer would allow them perfect peace as one of the rulers of Heaven.

Needless to say, Lucifer fell, and God kicked them out of Heaven, and down into the yet-unnamed Hell, and with them, all of their supporters, Belial included. Their armies stripped from them, Belial's purple wings shattered and broken as they fell into the pit.

They spent the next few hundreds of years amassing an army of the creatures of the pit, hellhounds and demons and monsters of all kinds, but needless to say, they don't take orders quite as well as angels do...

When Dagon rose up with their allies of Mulciber, Moloch, and Mammon, Belial decided to turn on their former apprentice and protect Lucifer... By staying out of the fight. They were quite happy to hear that Lucifer won that fight.

Timeline Shift:

Belial didn't even notice the timeline shift, as they seem to keep to themselves in Hell, rarely being seen away from their makeshift semi-throne in one of the lower circles.

Present Day:

Belial spends most of their time nowadays chilling in hell, doing household chores or sleeping well into the day. Waited on by only the most intelligent demons and monsters, they've lost any fire they once had, and they don't really care much about taking down God and Heaven, anymore. It's warm and comfortable in their little corner of Hell.