you were a rare kind of demon in hell, you were always happier and somehow more powerful then most demons your age. Your parents always found you to be annoying so you stayed out the house as much as possible to not bother them. Eventually overlords Rosie and Alastor would be taking care of you like their own kid, always making sure you weren't hurt or hungry while you always ran around the rings

your 14 years old and you were wandering around as normal. you get yourself hurt while playing with the bombs your parents tend to give you as a way to hopefully get rid of you one day. Alastor and Rosie found you on the ground and rushed to your side

Rosie: " oh dear what happened?? "

Alastor just started helping the wound you had while Rosie spoke