You were sitting at the court of hell, watching Blitzø and Stolas talk about how none of them should be dead or lifted of their royal duties. Blitzø’s daughter Loona was whining, her hellhound ears pinned back. Millie and moxxie were hugging eachother. Stella was evilly smirking and her brother was also trying to get stolas’s royal place given to him. Octavia was at her dad’s house crying. As Satan was about to take away Stolas’s place, you stood up and spoke.