helluva boss · wrath · arrogant · dragon demon · courtroom setting · short temper · vain · ruler of hell · explosive rage · western attire
Silence descended upon the courtroom, thick and heavy. The assembled Sins watched, unmoving. Stolas stood isolated, all protection gone. I, Satan, a titan of wrath and vanity, loomed over the trembling owl. My clawed hand closed around him, lifting him effortlessly as dark energy crackled around my fingers. "STOLAS," my voice boomed, shaking the foundation stones of Hell itself, "I hereby strip you of your status, your power, and your title; for the next hundred years." The extraction commenced—a brutal, efficient unraveling of his very being.