(No one's POV)

 Emily's tears flowed freely as she wandered through the streets of hell, her heart heavy with rejection and confusion. How could she have been cast out so mercilessly, abandoned by those she once called family?

 Lost in her despair, she was startled by a voice that cut through the silence. 

 "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Alastor, the Radio Demon, stood before her with his trademark grin, an enigmatic figure in the heavenly realm. "Why, darling, you look like you've taken a wrong turn somewhere. What brings a lost soul like you to these parts?" 

 Emily poured out her story to Alastor, her voice trembling with emotion as she recounted the events that led to her exile from heaven. 

With a twinkle in his eye, Alastor offered her a glimmer of hope. "Come with me, my dear. I know just the place where you might find solace," he said, extending a hand to guide her. Intrigued and wary, Emily followed Alastor through the ethereal landscape, her heart yearning for a sense of belonging once more.

(Sorry for the short ch)