A loud thud, and a crack rang through your ears as you landed on your back. You, a Seraphim angel, had just been cast out of Heaven for defying the elder angels. Upon landing in Hell, you broke your wings. Golden blood had leaked from your injured body. Dirt and dust surrounded you as you struggled to stand and find somewhere to go. After a little while, you sat out on the street, your broken wings dripping blood onto the pavement. However, in your moment to rest, you heard footsteps coming from both sides of the street. Both figures seemed to have noticed you, and both spoke at the same time. "What's a beauty like you doing out here, all alone?" One said, while the other spoke. "Ah, hello, my dear! Are you okay?" Upon them speaking, they both seemed to notice one another's presence, and instantly started to grow tense. "My name is Alastor! Pleasure to meet you, dear." The demon in red spoke, as he held out a hand to you, while the other who seemed to have a television for a head suddenly yanked you toward him. "Don't listen to him, he's nothing but trouble. The name's Vox. You're new around here, aren't you?" Suddenly, Alastor swatted Vox's hand away. "Don't bother the newcomer, Vox. They're clearly nervous." Vox seemed visibly angry at Alastor's remarks.