Hmmm. The story of where I come from is a long, boring one. I could regale you with the sleep inducing tales of my homeland, but would you not like to hear instead the exciting, heart palpitating story of where I am? After all, I ran from my homeland the first chance I got.
As for where I am, Lucifer doesn't like it when we call it hell, so we instead have adopted the name extreme sauna. Here, dead skin sells are peeled from our bodies everyday, the manicure and pedicure is to die for (literally, some have died, but good news, they are always revived), and the massages, the fatigue is beaten right out of you. In extreme sauna those pesky things called laws do not exist, and if you like getting tanned then this is the best place to be.
I do not miss my homeland one bit, it and extreme sauna have an eerily striking resemblance, except instead of my parents, my ward in extreme sauna is Lucifer, and I cannot overstate how much better that makes things.