Culottesjerry (koo-LOT-ary)

Images by Kbignell via Midjourney

Only one of the devils created by Demons has a name. Devils are fodder, temporary physical beings gifted with a small bit of Demon magic and sent out into the world to cause havoc and sew mayhem. In fact, only one devil has a name. Created in the first days after the Blessing trapped the Demons in a small part of the world, cutting them off from mortals. Sent across the border since Demons themselves could not cross. The Demons knew, somehow that the Gods no longer had access to the mortal realm so they believed they could overwhelm the mortals with these little tokens of Demon power.
Demons experimented in those early days, creating creatures of different power levels, putting their own power and parts of their being into these creations and sending them against the Blessing's barrier. Many creatures died and many Demons lost significant parts of themselves and their power, taking hundreds of turns in some cases to recover. On the second day the Demon Salmiea struck upon a creature that could survive the barrier and took a minimal amount of energy to create. Devils were born on this day and the first devil Salmiea created was sent across to the Blessed Lands despite his gross deformities, expected to perish quickly against the mortals, an acceptable collateral loss in the first desperate days in the attempt to escape their imprisonment. Eventually other demons created devils as well, with a standard power level and form for the most part. Thousands were created and sent against the morals, but they proved easy to kill for mortals and the death of each devil was a small loss of power for all Demons, taking days to recover.
That first devil crossed into the Blessing and was soon forgotten by his creator and assumed lost in the on-going battle mortals waged against the waves of devils and monsters sent by the Demons. But this first devil hid, creeping in shadows and underground, staying out of the fight, observing and learning. He watched as other devils threw themselves at mortals, trying to eliminate them by sheer numbers, or making plans of attack that succeeded until the mortals learned the behavior and retaliated, wiping out huge numbers of devils at once. Time and again this devil, with his one short leg and one large leg, two weak arms and deformed head, hid and observed, striking only when he knew he could win against small humans, killing them and dragging them away before consuming, staying in the shadows and out of sight, moving constantly.
Turns passed and the devil grew smarter, learning from the mortals and the failures of other devils. On occasion another devil would find him and try to force him into servitude, but this devil always out-thought and out-smarted these devils, using his cunning and wits to become the master. Turn after turn this devil grew smarter and a following built up behind him. Trunbulls and stone wolves came to serve him and he began to dream of power.
During his one thousandth turn, he decided to give himself a name; Culottesjerry.
Culotterjerry is now a bit over three thousand turns old and continues to stay in the shadows and direct his small army against mortals and rival Demon monsters, maintaining his small empire and growing it slowly with dreams of one day growing in power to take his rightful place among the Demons. Kingdoms on Halconiket have fallen due to his machinations, wars are fought at his direction and the world is significantly more chaotic due to his dealings from the shadows.

by Kbignell via Midjourney