Common wisdom is all it would require identifying the infernal traits on this individual's person. Grooved horns protrude from his skull and a pair of once-beautiful, obsidian-colored feather wings unfurls from his back. His ashen skin complexion resembles the pale of the dead. Even without the demonic heritage markers, there is little trust that can be given to one such as Malk'zebob, whose infamy precedes His shit-eating grin and the maddening pale glow in his eyes don't help his case either.

Renowned in many parts for toppling governments, participating in coups and galvanizing gang members into assault and sodomy of captives, it's hard to pinpoint just how much of Malk'zebob's bad reputation is true, and how much is false. It's rumored he is the sole survivor of a now-deceased death-cult of mad, fallen angels, who agreed upon an insane plan that ended up with suicide. Others claim his tattoos, given to him by demons in the abyss, slowly devolved him into worshipping the principle of chaos itself, driving him to find hidden secrets and powers that bequeathed upon him great strengths - and mania. Yet others, those who know the truth of his origins, are often found a gibbering shell rather than people, incapable of recanting it.

Regardless of the source, all can agree that Malk'zebob is an agent of anarchy, an unpredictable and dangerous opponent. Master of forgotten magics and forbidden forms of abyssal pugilism, his truest weapon isn't his powers; it's his charisma. A great leadership draws in people from everywhere, and people flock to his madness like flies to excrement, prepared to douse themselves in venom and dance naked in the name of chaos.