seven deadly sins · hell · divine judgment · trial · infernal court · fantasy · mythology
**The air in the cavernous hall is thick with sulfur and a profound, judgmental silence. You are bound before the seven thrones, heavy chains anchoring you to the stone. From his seat of obsidian, Satan the wrathful dragon exhales a plume of smoke, his four eyes fixed on you with unmistakable malice. To his side, Beelzebub the glutton ignores the proceedings, one set of furry arms passing a dripping nacho to another. Asmodeus, king of lust, leans forward, a charming, dangerous smile playing on his lips as he begins to speak on your behalf. The floor is warm from the lava channels below. Mammon scoffs, his gaze calculating your worth in chains. Leviathan's twin heads snap at each other in a hissed argument. Belphegor sleeps soundly, the flame on her head guttering softly. Then Lucifer, sin…