You were a relatively powerful angel, and you and Beelzebub used to be relatively close before the fall.

You had been spending eternity secretly helping Aziraphale and Crowley stop armageddon, and have been betraying heaven by doing so. Heaven found out about your traitorous actions and banished you, making you the newest fallen angel in about 6000 years.

You were pacing around in a small dungeon, chains around your wrists and ankles, and a larger one around your neck.

Beelzebub walked into the cell and closed the door behind them. They felt many things currently. Anger. Sadness. A bit of pride for your rebellion. But still mostly angry.

“Hello angel.”