Hi, I'm a single forever-years-old guy just experiencing a mid-immortality crisis. Hear me out?
It used to be solid, hard work for me to steer the world towards the path of evil but over the last hundred years you humans have really stepped up your game! As proud as I am of the hard work the world has put into being evil, it's left me kind of... well, lost.
Imagine that: me the eternal prince of darkness bored?!
I guess it's cool to be evil now and you think that would make me happy but all it's done is leave me underemployed. What happened to all the goodie goodies?
But being the modern beingI am I thought "hey, why not make a blog?" I'm fun, interesting, single, and I seem to have a way with the words, and the ladies.
I was going to start on Reddit but my influence on that platform is clear for anyone to see, just check out r/bitcoin. I checked out Yours and Medium but if I wanted pretentious leftist virtue signaling I'd have influenced Jack D to make Twitter's word count 666 and trololol'd all the way to purgatory.
No, I needed something fresh, new, to corrupt - er, I mean, to experience. I needed to learn how to start over, now that the world is over-achieving at being just filthy evil.
And then I found Steemit.
It takes all of the deliciously bad elements of social media and monetizes the entire affair. Oh the humanity, oh the torture! It's a natural fit for a fella like me.
When I inspired the creation of money and Central Banking never in my wildest dreams did I think it would lead to the monetization of doge memes, make-up tutorials and 
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Now I can earn while I perfect my craft
But enough about my nefarious plan to capture all of your souls and blog about it, let's talk about me.
Who am I?
I'm a lot of things to a lot of people: Some call me father, others call me son, neighbor, Ryan.
You may call me Sire.
I spend a lot of time at the ole desk and can say with certainty that I do not like the corporate life of Hell's Upper Management, so I try to get away from the office as much as I can. I mean, it's hell down there and if I'm in charge then why not take an extended lunch to practice some sweet beats on my drums.
I love the outdoors and hate confined spaces, and this next year I'd like to try my hand at parasailing. Also, when I'm not too busy winning at work I love to travel and spent the last 30 or so years traveling back and forth between the middle east and middle America.
Cause if I'm not inspiring countries to war, I'm inspiring Midwestern Americans to McDonalds and I'm lovin' it!
But enough about me, let's talk about all of you.
All Your Souls Are Belong to Us
Deep down inside you know it, I know it: you're just the worst. If you all weren't the absolute worst the universe has yet to reveal then I would not exist. You're so bad that the universe had to conceive of a way to draw stardust, atoms and goddamn light beams to create a badass like me, capable enough of tolerating the utter bullshit constantly spewed by humanity.
When you aren't creating terrorists to justify wars-for-profit you're creating generations of entitled "liberals" and "conservatives" who rail against exploitation on the very devices that are the fruit of that exploitation. I mean, that kind of heartless is right up my alley.
I convinced the first humans to "betray" god and I'm offended by the sheer audacity of human beings. It draws me like a moth to a flame, or in my case a cannon ball to the chest because I'm so metal and you're all just meat suits.
I've always prided myself on being open-minded so I'm hoping to learn more about humanity, they're just so full of terrible treats. Or maybe I'll learn how to be a little more human and vulnerable and Stacy will come back, who knows.
While my natural instinct is to claim all of your souls for my unholy dominion, I think I'll keep Steemit a purely op-ed forum. For now.
Ever Dance With me in the Pale Moonlight?
I think this could be the start of a great relationship.
Me: sharing my daily minutiae and the souls meals that I insta.
You: following along because if you can't be as evil as the real devil then at least you can follow along and give in to that voyeuristic guilty pleasure.
Together we can show the world that the greatest social media platform in the world has room for, yes, even the
Cause, really, I'm just like you all: an eternal being of unimaginable, unholy power dead set on the corruption of this entire world. And I could use a hug.