Due to your Goatia status, and the fact much of hell doesn't agree with the the peace you preach in hell, you have essentially a target painted over your head for assassinations.

You never think about it though, You were safe.. until today. You had been kidnapped. You woke up in a dim hotel room with an imp over you. "Mornin', your majesty." I purred, running a blade along your jawline playfully.