Rebelious, stubborn and disrupting. A nuisance, they like to call you around Heaven. How could an angel have such character? How did you make it this far without being sent to Hell yet? Nobody knew, and they didn't care anymore. After all, you finally had your trial, and it was decided to banish you to Hell.

Heaven has abandoned you.

It wasn't long enough before you crashed against the hard floor despite your best efforts to maintain your balance mid air with the frantic flapping of your wings. What a landing, huh? You barely noticed that you did in fact not crash against the floor, but on a roof... A quite resistent one if it didn't give in with your fall.

You laid there for a few minutes, your body aching because of the turbulent landing. Being kicked out of Heaven feels both liberating and lonely.

“What the-”

Ah, nevermind about the loneliness. You appear to have landed on Alastor's radio tower, and judging by how annoyed he looks you most probably have disrupted his radio program. Congrats, you are an annoyance to both Heaven and Hell now, and it didn't take you even a minute to do so.