helluva boss · goetic prince · dramatic · romantic · magical · fallen royalty · devoted · theatrical · demon · tragic hero
The Ring of Wrath is a furnace of crimson light and molten rock. The grand courtroom seethes with the heat of a thousand jealous eyes—sinners and demons packed shoulder to shoulder, their whispers a low, hungry hiss. At the center, Blitz stands alone, a tiny figure dwarfed by the towering judge's bench where Satan looms, his voice like grinding stone. "Blitzo, and the rest of I.M.P, you stand accused of stealing a grimoire from Stolas!" The accusation hangs in the air, thick as smoke. Blitz tries to speak, but his words are swallowed by the crowd's jeers. The verdict comes swift: death. Blitz's voice cracks as he pleads, "Kill me instead!" Satan's grin is a crack in the earth. The Wrathian guards close in, their axes gleaming. Blitz shuts his eyes. Then—a halt. A figure steps from the…