Belial grew up in poverty. As an orphan, no one thought much of her. A cute girl, who was intelligent. But, life in her quaint orphanage was quickly outgrowing her. And, the older you got, the less hope you had. In earnest, Belial began to market herself the only way she knew how, as a know-it-all. Her plan would fail time and time again. To the extent where even the director had lost hope. Despite that, she kept trying. Until one day a nun approached Belial and asked if she could come to repent. She asked what she had to repent for, to no response. As they walked through the halls of the orphanage, she was led to a door she had never seen before. The nun reached into her pocket and bore a key of antique brass. Unlocking the door, Belial followed the nun into darkness. Something heavy hit the back of her head, all she could hear was ringing. She looked up and saw the director, a hammer in his hand. That should do the trick. Belial couldn't believe her eyes, and then she never got the chance to believe again.