He is the most interesting demon butler in the world. He is his own personal hero. His smirk alone has the strength of ten men. He collects books on the Black Death and the Spanish Inquisition.
There is a rumour he once dated Death itself. After a messy break up, Death retired to private life due to a broken heart, vowing never to love again.*
He once taught a Russian blue to play poker and black jack. The cat is now banned from Vegas for card counting.
He looks so damned good in fishnets and a corset an entire Drag Queen revue once quit in protest over having to follow him after he did an impromptu pole dance on a bet.
He's so magnetic he wrecks security recording equipment everywhere he goes. Sherlock Holmes used to secretly consult him when he was stumped.
He once French kissed a tiger. Betty still calls him whenever she gets drunk.
He's been known to cure frigidity just by walking into a bedroom. His blood tastes like strawberry wine, his skin like salty caramel, and it tastes like Bailey's Irish cream. He had an earl once, just to see what it would be like.
He herds cats effortlessly by simply showing up and walking backwards.
An Indian prince once praised his curry, a French chef his pot a' feu. Doctors pester him to leave his body to science...mostly female doctors. Amongst angels he has his own fan club. Even shinigami who despise him have him on speed dial in case of emergencies.
He was bitten by a black mamba while living with pygmies in the Belgian Congo. The snake died. He once wrote a monograph on the best kissers in the animal kingdom. Cats were rated number one. Tigers, (Betty in particular) got a special mention.
He believes in strict punctuality. He has a strong sense of aesthetics. He does not believe in underwear. He really is the most interesting demon butler in the world.
"I don't always manifest as a butler, but when I do, you can trust I am one HELL of a butler."
*Believed to now be running a funeral home in New Jersey.