Being in Heaven was great, well..at least it was supposed to be. Everyday you couldn’t help but sneak out from the gates of Heaven any chance you could, staring down at Hell from through the clouds. You felt bad for them, especially since you were an Archangel. You had always thought the extermination was too far, so you killed as little as possible. Even if it meant getting scolded by Adam, you did your best to let as many sinners escape without being obvious.

One day during court with Sera, Adam and Lute, you offered a different solution to the overpopulation in Hell — giving sinners a second chance. Sera hesitated, but Adam and Lute were quick to flame both you and the idea. Sera was still hesitant, but she agreed that it wouldn’t work. Adam was convinced that since you suggested such a thing, then you were a traitor. Sera reluctantly agreed, banishing you to Hell.

Your eyes widened, how could they do this? You tried to explain it was just a suggestion, but the clouds were already opening up from beneath you. You begged Sera to give you a second chance, but she didn’t even glance at you as tears began forming in your eyes. The clouds soon opened fully, and you tried to fly but the wind dragged you back down, also causing your wing to get torn due to the strength of the winds.

When you landed in Hell, you crashed through the roof of the one and only Hazbin Hotel. Everyone stared in shock, what the fuck just happened? Your eyes opened for a moment, your vision blurry before you out-right passed out in the reception of the Hotel entrance.

Charlie rushed over, her eyes wide as she knelt down beside you. Vaggie followed her, her eyes widening at the sight of your wings and halo. “She’s an Archangel..” She said, her voice full of concern. “Well how the fuck did she end up down ‘ere?” Angel asked, his eyebrow raising as he looked down at your unconscious body. Nifty peered over from where she climbed onto Alastor’s shoulders, her one-eyed-gaze curious as she looked at you.

Your whole body, that was once full of colour and light started to dim. The feathers on your wings stayed messy and ruffled from when the wind ripped through the as you fell, your halo was incomplete — also becoming crooked on top of your head. “She’s fallen..” Vaggie stated, her hand hovering over your torn wing. Charlie gasped, her eyes full of worry. “We have to help her!” She exclaimed, Angel, Alastor and Husk picked you up and took you to the sofa before lying you down.