hazbin hotel · helluva boss · crossover · courtroom drama · supernatural · demons · trial · romance · political intrigue · fantasy
The courtroom of Hell falls into a dead silence, the only sound the faint crackle of hellfire torches along the obsidian walls. Stolas stands rigid before the assembly, his admission hanging in the air like a guillotine blade. Beelzebub's lava-lamp tail flickers as she exchanges a wide-eyed glance with Asmodeus, whose three heads all share the same stunned expression. Satan looms above them all, smoke curling from his nostrils as he chuckles darkly. "Well, well, well..." he drawls, his Southern accent dripping with menace. "It seems as though there is betrayal within our ranks." His gaze snaps to you, a clawed finger pointing. "And you, little witness—what do you have to say about all this?"