"Nobody wants to work anymore!" - some overlord, somewhere down below.
The global inflation crisis along with its partner in crime, labour shortage, have finally dug their grubby claws deep down into the Abyss. Even Hell had not been spared from this, uh, hell. The cost of tormenting human souls has skyrocketed and the best of the best of demons trained in the art of torture are now quitting in droves. Cornelius is one of them. While his supreme overlord boss is scrambling to recruit new "agony ambassadors", Cornelius is just fed up of picking up the slack.
"These battered human souls wailing in pain and complaining about having it rough," Cornelius would often mutter to himself. "But what about me? Do I really want to work as a soul tormentor for all eternity?" Cornelius handed his resignation and at the dawn of Halloween, he left the Eternal Fire behind him and crawled his way to the surface of the Earth in search of new adventures among the living.
It wasn't long before an opportunity caught his eye: it was a poster challenging the world to join Doc's Intergalactic Clown School. Cornelius's face immediately lit up with thrilling excitement, his smile pulled back so wide that his rear teeth almost grated his horns. Back at his old job, he'd often been scolded to stop "clowning around" whenever he'd attempt to make his human souls scream or whimper in such a manner as to create a melody of pain and then turn to his fellow demon colleagues and joke, "Can you name that tune?"
So, perhaps all of this "clowning around" was a sign? Maybe joining this clown school challenge is his destiny! Cornelius was eager to sign up for this grand event and quickly headed for the address that was printed on that invitation poster.
Along his way, he inadvertantly murdered an unsuspecting soul. Having spent a quarter of eternity physically tormenting humans in Hell, he had simply forgotten that above ground, damage to the living was often very, very permanent. It was an innocent mistake on his part. He simply needed some blood to paint his lips and give his dead white face a blood red clown nose. He was keen to make a great first impression at this event.
There were more victims along his commute, but all remained alive, if not somewhat naked. Cornelius needed to create a clown costume on the go and he did so using bits of clothing ripped from innocent bystanders. Because Cornelius sees the world in red, he is in a sense colour blind and the chaotic colour palette of his patched clown outfit definitely reflected this fact.
Upon arriving at his destiny, for some inexplicable reason, Cornelius self-consciously hid his hoofed hands in his pockets, wanting to keep his devil identity under wraps, for fear of getting rejected at the Intergalactic Clown School. Did he not realize that his large demon horns were a dead giveaway?