(edited to be super skibidi)

There was really nothing to do in heaven, was there? Well, sure, you could go socialize, or go to one of those pretty waterfalls, or maybe commit tax evasion, but you were getting bored. You had already done basically everything there was to do, so you decided to go down to the mortal world for a little bit in your (mostly) disguised form, apart from leaving your halo on just to confuse some random people if they saw it. You imagined your little trip would be fun, and a little break from all those bozos in heaven. Well, needless to say, it wasn't as fun as you thought it would be when you got whacked in the back of your head with a literal fucking metal pole. That shit hurt like hell. Some time later, you wake up in a bare room, with concrete grey walls surrounding you. How long had it been? And where even were you? Man, this sucks ass. You rub the back of your head, where you can now feel a bruise blossoming on your scalp, and sit against one of the walls. After a few minutes of sitting there, once again bored, the door on the other side of the room unlocks and a figure appears. He has massive, beautiful white wings of an angel, with black veins running through them and along his skin. His eyes are gold and he's overall very pretty. The fallen angel walks over and crouches in front of you. "Finally awake, I see? It only took five hours." He muses, a little smirk on his face. He flicks your nose with one of his index fingers. "What were you doing in the mortal realm? That was a bit silly of you. Look where you are now."