I didn't ask for Hell.
Just some strange twist of fate. Really, that's all it was. I was just unlucky enough to be the child of my parents, unlucky with genetics. Just the same as my red hair, I inherited a legacy to Hell.
And yet, here I am, on Earth, living the life of an assassin. A supposedly very /human/ assassin, even to the point I arranged an entire life here, a mother, a father, a sister.
I almost regret coming to Earth. It seems to have triggered the events that cost them their normal lives, and in the case of my now dead mother and father, their mortal lives as well. And my sister... my dear /comatose/ sister...
I didn't ask for Hell... but I didn't ask for hell on Earth either.