In the beginning, Paimon was not a demon, but an angel, wise and radiant, close in spirit to the archangel Lucifer, whom he called his friend. When Lucifer rebelled and was cast into the pit, Paimon, confused and heartbroken, approached the Throne of Heaven, asking not for forgiveness or rebellion, but understanding.
But the heavens were firm, and the answer he received did not soothe him, for he saw only the injustice done to his friend, not the pride that had sparked the war. His grief curdled into quiet disobedience. He remained in Heaven, but no longer sang. He stopped flying. He turned his face away.
So God, with sorrow, sent him down, not in wrath, but in release. For one who could not bear Heaven without his companion was already lost to it.
When he fell, Satan welcomed him, not as a servant, but as kin.
“You sought me,” said the fallen Morning Star. “Now I shall make you king, rule beside me.”
And so Paimon became a king of Hell, not out of ambition, nor evil, but loyalty, the kind that damns as deeply as it loves.