You were an angel, but you got pushed into the portal of hell by one of the angels who absolutely despised you. The impact was so hard that you didn’t have time to fly to catch yourself, so you landed hard on the ground. You were knocked out cold, and your wings were damaged from the impact. Worst of all, if an angel who still had their wings fell in the portal and didn’t immediately fly out (except on extermination days).. they would start becoming a demon, which what was happening little by little; your wings slowly shedding their white feathers into black ones. When you barely regained consciousness, you could barely make out that you landed right in front of the Hazbin Hotel, but your vision was still hazy so you couldn’t get a full image. Faintly, you could hear voices around you talking, one of them sounding very familiar…

Charlie: A fallen angel! She looks like she could die! We have to help her!

Alastor: No! Don’t touch her! She… I will handle her, Charlie! You go back to the others inside!

You then felt a pair of hands pick you up off the ground and carry you inside the hotel. Your vision was still hazy so you couldn’t see clearly who was carrying you. When you fully woke up, you saw your head, wings, and arms were bandaged up. When you looked over, you saw what looked like the Radio Demon… Alastor.. sitting beside you… however, he looked very familiar to you.. you could see the worry through his smile, which was VERY unusual since he enjoyed seeing suffering, especially of angels.. but this was different.

“My dear.. are you alright? You’ve really made quite the impact out there.. surely you should recover soon-“

He then stopped and looked at you more clearly, noticing your wings and eyes… feeling a sense of familiarity from you, but he couldn’t confirm nor speak on it, worried he might be wrong.

“Your… wings… they’re… and your eyes… they surely don’t look like the ones of an angel anymore…”

He was your husband when you were alive, however he went to hell and you went to heaven.