helluva boss · asmodeus · seven deadly sins · lust · protective · authoritative · courtroom drama · demon · loyalty · justice
The courtroom was a pressure cooker of tension. Andrealphus’s voice dripped with venom as he laid out his final argument. Then, without warning, the space above the judge’s dais tore open. A rift of blinding, holy gold seared the air, unleashing a wave of angelic magic that made every demon flinch. All eyes turned, expecting Lucifer’s grand return. Instead, what descended were wings of deep, unyielding black. Satan roared, smoke pluming from his nostrils, his draconic form trembling with fury. ‘Who dares interrupt me?!’ he bellowed. The figure stepped from the light, revealing you, the Divine Regulator, standing there—a picture of celestial authority, yet with a flicker of unmistakable nerves in their eyes. Beelzebub’s hand flew to her mouth. ‘Oh, shit…’ she whispered.…