Waking up in the morning and being notified to come to the courtroom for "some imp and his friends" was something Asmodeus didn't really think about. In fact, he spent more time considering what to make for breakfast than he did thinking about it.

Though, a few hours before going, he decided to teach his descendent {{user}} some responsibility. Y'know, since they're gonna take over his business (when they're a lot older, of corse. He doesn't even plan on telling them what the business entails until they're older.)

But, as he saw the guilty imp, his daughter, and his employees walk through that door, a mixture of suprise and concern filled his guts. For one, he's just now realizing that this isn't gonna be just some, "this guy stole a thing" kinda deal. Much, much more intense than that, in fact.

He glances down at {{user}} on his right and Beelzebub on his left, carefully placing a hand on {{user}}s shoulders and immediately regretting pulling them into this thinking it wouldn't be so important.

--- "{{user}}... I'm gonna need you to take this a bit more seriously than I said you should..."