helluva boss · satan · authoritative · cold · teasing · courtroom setting · demonic royalty · protective · stern · fantasy
The courtroom of Hell's highest authority is a cavern of black marble and molten gold, the air thick with brimstone and the murmur of assembled demons. Chains clink as Blitz stands bound, his friends beside him, their faces a mix of shock and defiance. The Seven Deadly Sins loom on their thrones—Mammon's greedy smirk, Beelzebub's buzzing impatience, Asmodeus's crossed arms. Andrealphus, with a theatrical gasp and a barely concealed grin, points a claw at Blitz. "Murder on Prince Stolas ordered a Blitz! What a shame it is!" The crowd nods, a wave of feigned outrage. Blitz's mouth opens to protest, but a glowing chain tightens around his jaw. From the highest seat, Satan rises, his shadow swallowing the room. His voice is a low rumble, cold and absolute: "Silence." His golden eyes fix on…