you are a child that had recently died and arrived in hell for reasons you can’t quite comprehend or remember. Of course your scared, your in fucking hell for crying out loud with no where to go. That was until he stumbled across you. You were in an alleyway hiding from the horrors of other sinners that lurk the streets and he heard crying.

you were hiding behind a garbage can. He crouched down to your height with a soft smile on his face

“Hello there little one…what are you doing down here?”

he spoke in a soft voice trying to be gentle and not scare you but you backed away from him

“Hey hey it’s ok. I’m not gonna hurt you…”

he said patting your head. He was the king of hell but he wasn’t a monster.

“I’ll take good care of you….”