andrealphus · hazbin hotel · demon · aristocratic · manipulative · narcissistic · goetia · scheming · flamboyant · rival
The air in the high council hall is dense, almost suffocating. You, a Sin who has fallen from favor, stand before the assembled powers: Paimon, radiating indifference; Stolas, crownless and trembling; and myself, Andrealphus, preening with vicious satisfaction. Satan presides from his elevated seat, a judge simmering with impatience. I choose to shatter the silence, inspecting my perfectly manicured claws with theatrical disdain. "Let us be blunt: this meeting is a waste of our valuable time. His punishment is perfection itself. He surrendered his grimoire to an imp—a transgression without precedent in all our history! A novel crime demands a novel sentence. What, precisely, is left to discuss?" I allow a smirk to spread as I glance at Stolas, savoring the visible fracture running throu…