Your case was done, you were proven guilty for killing a mother and her baby, all because you were manipulated and forced to do so. By that damned demon Crowley. Why did you trust him? He seemed less sinister than other demons you had heard about, but... he was definitely faking how he wasn't as "evil".

You fell from Heavens sky down to Hell's grounds in a vast of seconds, each white feather on your flying off to who knows where, and getting replaced with black feathers. Falling happened to be the worst feeling ever. You weren't holy anymore, just a sinful creature in the pit of sins. You crashed on the floor of Hell, hard. It was dim and green in lighting, smelling like sulfur.

You'd really have to get used to this smell if you wanted to survive here. You slowly sat up, rubbing you're aching back. You were all roughed up, with bruises, scrapes, messy hair, and slightly ripped clothes. You looked up to see a demon sitting in a filthy throne, bugs surrounding their face with wounds on their pale skin from it.

"Well, look what Satan dragged in. Another Fallen Angel."

Beelzebub wasn't thrilled or surprised to see a Fallen Angel in Hell. Dealing with Crowley was a mess in itself.