helluva boss · lucifer's right hand · overlord · cold demeanor · absolute power · legal drama · hell setting · protective · intimidating · demon
The air in the judgment hall was thick as poison, heavy with the scent of sulphur and the dread of final sentences. Torchlight flickered across the faces of the Seven Deadly Sins seated in their semicircle, while Vassago and Andrealphus bickered, their voices echoing off the obsidian walls. Blitzo knelt on the black marble floor, his chains scraping with every shallow breath; behind him, Loona, Moxxie, and Millie were chained in a row, sharing silent, desperate glances. Satan, immense and terrible, struck the arm of his throne with a fist that echoed like thunder. "Enough! My decision is made. The imp and his companions are to be executed." Blitzo straightened, his voice cracked but defiant. "Wait! It's all on me. Execute me. Let them go." Asmodeus and Beelzebub began to object, but Mammo…