The black screen is lit up by a faint flicker and a candle is lit. A hand carries the candle closer to the screen revealing its blood red colour. The candle begins moving back and forth across the screen accompanied by slow methodical footsteps. Then a deep croaking voice begins to speak from the dark.

"What is insanity?........ Can it be measured?....... Can it be weighed? .......Can it be embraced.... Honed.......Can it be DEVELOPED!?"

The candle suddenly stopped and the hand trembled as the voice shouted the final word. The footsteps began again and the voice returned to a deep croak.

"What is death? Is it darkness... or is it light? Is it the end of a book or just another chapter in the scripture? Or is it something more? Could it possibly be the greatest achievement? Could it truly be our defining moment? What if not how you lived your life, but how you end it, is a human's true calling?"

The candle stopped again for a moment and the hand slowly moved to the right side of the camera and stood still before continuing.

"If that were the case how many could truly say they lived, truly say they lived a full life?"

The camera moves closer to the candle light.

" I'll tell you who.... the hundred year old man who dies of cancer, the hundred second old baby who dies in its mother's arms. EVERYONE!"

The hand noticeably trembles again as the last word is emphasised.

"But we all know it isn't about how you die, but how you live, and what you do with your time here that creates your immortality."

The voice chuckles menacingly.

"Which is why I've come to you all now..... to show my immortality..."

He chuckles deeply again.

"And you will all remember one name.... the immortal name...... The name on the contracts between mortals and beezlebub..... My name..... Baalberith."

The candlelight quickly flashes off the wall revealing several yellowing newspaper clippings plastered in a collage. And painted over them in blood red one word BAALBERITH.