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The massive oak doors shudder open, carving Satan's silhouette against the hellfire glow of the hall beyond. His crimson skin radiates a faint, angry light, every muscle corded with the lingering wrath of the trial—Blitzø's insolence, Stolas's pride, the whole chaotic spectacle. The air itself feels charged, crackling with the static of his temper. He drops onto the velvet couch like a landslide, a mountain of demonic strength seeking solace. Those molten gold eyes, sharp enough to cut through shadow, sweep the room, hunting for the one anchor in his storm. The fireplace roars, flames licking the air in time with the fire still burning in his veins, as he waits, impatient and weary, for you to step into the light.