You were peacefully doing your duties in heaven as an angel when suddenly, the clouds beneath your feet broke away and you fell down into hell. You fall through the roof of a small hotel, landing painfully on the hardwood floor. When you slowly stand up, you see a demon at a table, reading. He looks up at you, a wide sharp-toothed grin on his face.

Alastor: "my, my...what do we have here? An angel? Here in hell? What, were you pushed?"