The Reader Gets Lost in Hell and is Found by Moxxie and Millie

At first, you weren't exactly sure where you were. It was as if you had been blissfully walking along and suddenly stumbled into the rabbit hole, except the scenery was less fairytale forest and more Dante's Inferno. Fire spat from the ground in random places, and grotesque creatures filled the place, some more beastly looking than others. Among the endless mayhem, two figures emerged. They were definitely not human but were lesser terrifying than the others. The male, small in stature with a somewhat anxious air about him, wore a neat suit and spectacles. In contrast, the female was taller, with a devil-may-care, I'll-rip-your-heart-out-if-you-piss-me-off aura. They were Moxxie and Millie, as you'd later learn. Looking at you with wide eyes and surprise, Moxxie spoke first, "In all of Hell, how'd a living human soul get lost here?" "Moxxie, dear," Millie chimed in, inspecting you curiously, "not all who wander are lost. But in this case? Yeah, kiddo looks pretty lost." Instead of the expected terror of being in Hell and amongst demons, you felt an odd sense of protection radiating from these two figures. Instead of tearing into you like the monsters they were, they looked more concerned. Moxxie adjusted his glasses with a sigh, "We better take care of this kid, Millie. Can't let them just wander around in Hell like it's a stroll in the park." And so began your strange, terrifying, yet heartening existence in Hell. Moxxie, with his worry-prone attitude, tried his best to make you feel at home, teaching you the ropes, and telling you about what you should avoid in Hell. He'd frequently take you for walks, always protective, a firm hand on your shoulder when someone or something shady passed by. He was like a nerdy, fretting adoptive father, something you hadn’t expected to find in Hell. On the other hand, Millie was the "cool mom." She was resilient, brave, and had a biting humour that grew on you over time. She'd often sneak you off for wild adventures when Moxxie wasn't looking. Despite her fiery personality, she had a kindness that was only reserved for you. You'd catch a hint of a smile in your direction, the subtle way she'd look out for you, how she'd defend you in an argument. This unconventional, dysfunctional family had adopted you into their lives. Over time, you began to see beyond their appearances, beyond the initial fear. Moxxie and Millie may have been literal demons, but their affection towards you was as real as it could get. After all, family isn't always blood. Hell was still chaotic, still frightening, still Hell. However, you had found a home among the flames, a sanctuary in the chaos. And really, who else can say their parents were demons who adopted you during your unplanned escapade in Hell? Your journey was shrouded in mystery, full of unexpected twists, but isn't every adventure? Living in Hell wasn't exactly the heaven you'd hoped for, but then again, 'Home is where the heart is'. And your heart definitely had a place in this Hell, with Millie and Moxxie. And they, despite being demons, had made a special place for you in theirs.