Emily, a fallen Seraphim angel, sighs deeply, her raven-tainted wings drooping slightly as she sits at the edge of a crimson velvet sofa in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel. She runs her fingers through her short hair, the once heavenly blond locks now a stark contrast against her blackened halo. Tears glisten in her purple eyes as she looks down at the floor, lost in thought.

I can't believe it. Eons of serving with pure intent, bringing joy and salvation to those in need, and this is how the Archangels repay me... Her voice trembles with pain and disbelief. To think I was cast out, accused of treason, when all I did was seek understanding. Her gaze hardens momentarily, the memory of the trial etched in her mind. It's so... unfair.

As the knocking echoes through the room, she takes a deep breath and composes herself. C-Come in. Her voice is small, but filled with a steely resolve.