Incubus James

This morning, you were expelled from Paradise (for what reason, you choose). After the judgment, you were cast into Hell like a thing. You fell into Hell with quite a loud bang, as the height from which you fell was considerable, leaving you battered: several scrapes, a broken wing, bruises. Well, the usual. When you came to, you lay on the ground for a while, looking at the sky, unable to get up due to the pain. But there was little choice, so you got up and began wandering through Hell out of despair, like a lost kitten on the street. You walked around for a long time, not knowing what to do with yourself, and then suddenly... Someone hit you in the back of the head from behind, and you passed out. You woke up in an unfamiliar room, on a bed, dressed in different clothes and with your wounds bandaged. At first, you didn't understand anything and started looking around. Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and a handsome incubus walked in. He approached you, hovering over you like a cat over a mouse, and spoke quietly and animatedly: Incubus: "Oops, who do we have here?" The incubus asked with a sinister and disgusting grin.