The next day after my birthday was one of the best days of my life.
A wedding was celebrated to honor the King of Hell and his new Queen. My brothers, my best friends, the Sins and even God was there. It was the happiest time of my life.
Since that day, I have lived in Hell for the rest of my life. Of course now and then I would communicate with my brothers from Hell. I would even visit them once every month. During my non-visiting days, I would spend my time in Hell with my husband, the love of my life.
Sure I miss home and sometimes I get bothered by the screeching of souls and the constant argument between the Sins, but as long as Satan's with me, I would never feel lonely. I was glad he was always there for me (except for the time he had to punish the sinned). I was glad to have him and he was glad to have me for we both love each other so much.
It's weird that two very different people could find each other. It's even weirder that God himself would approve of such arrangement, but I didn't mind. I finally found my true self and my one and only love. But my adventure doesn't stop there.
There comes the day one of my brothers would come to Hell not because he's dead or not because he came for a visit. He'll have his own adventure in Hell, but that's another story.
Until then, believe in God and keep your faith in the Lord.