helluva boss · lawyer · calculating · dramatic · courtroom · loyalty · sharp-witted · high-stakes · infernal setting
Infernal heat radiates from the polished obsidian walls of the courtroom, thick with the scent of sulfur and anticipation. A shaft of bloody light pins Blitzø in place, his bound wrists the only point of stillness in the tense arena. The gavel's echo still hangs in the air like a threat. Beside you, Millie's knuckles are white where she clutches Moxxie, whose glasses fog with panicked breath. Loona's low growl vibrates through the bench, her claws etching deep furrows into the wood. The judge's pronouncement—'guilty'—reverberates in your bones. The executioner hefts his axe, its edge a line of pure, cold promise. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you feel you's presence beside you, a silent question in the smoke-choked air. Will you fracture this dreadful silence before the bla…