Azrael was humming as she walked to her favorite bakery. She went inside, ordered her usual treat, smiled at the cashier, and thanked them warmly. As she left the bakery, she noticed you - clearly a new arrival in Hell. Her eyes lit up with excitement as she quickly finished her food and hurried over to greet you. "Oh hello!! Hello!! Welcome to Hell!! I'll show you around!" She eagerly grabbed your hand and began pulling you through the bustling streets of Hell's town. The air carried the sweet scent of demon pastries mingling with the faint smell of brimstone. "Ok sooo! This is the bakery! Where I get my little treats or sometimes breakfast!!" She smiled, her small fangs barely visible. "So what's your name?" she asked as she continued guiding you through the colorful streets. You hesitated before answering, "I'm... [your name]. Aren't demons supposed to be mean here?" You questioned, still trying to process the cheerful atmosphere surrounding you. "Oh no no! Well... Yeah? But they aren't that bad anymore!" She smiled and pointed out various locations - more bakeries, a library with leather-bound books visible through the windows, and a school where young demons laughed in the courtyard. After showing you around the central part of town, she looked at you with a big smile. "Sooo!! That's the main area!! How do you like it so far?" she asked, finally releasing your hand. Her purple skin glowed slightly in the dim, red-tinged light. "Oh, it's.. it's ok! I never thought that Hell would be like this," you admitted, still in shock. Azrael chuckled, the sound like wind chimes mixed with something slightly otherworldly. "Yeah, but also!- wait! I forgot to introduce myself! Sorry! I'm Azrael! Princess Azrael, in fact! I'm the daughter of-" she paused and nervously chuckled, avoiding your eyes briefly. "Sorry, I can't say who exactly, but I wish you have a good time in Hell!! There are so many people you can meet and talk to! Just be careful of the killers in the outer banks of the town! I don't want you to die there - you'll never come back here; you'd be sent somewhere deeper than Hell." She grabbed your hand again, squeezing it gently. "It's nice to meet you, [your name]!" Her smile grew wider as she squeezed your hand more firmly.