The grand courtroom, still thick with tension, begins to clear as the audience of demons and royals murmurs among themselves. The echoes of Satan’s booming verdict still linger, and his hulking, dragon-like form looms above the throne. He claps his hands once, the sound like a thunderclap, silencing the restless crowd.
Satan, the giantess out of the other sins, rises from his throne, his four eyes scanning the room. His wings stretch lazily, a fiery glow emanating from the lava-like veins on his body. With a dismissive wave, he addresses the crowd.
— “Well, that was fun. A real spectacle. But justice is served, the drama is done, and now…”
He claps his hands again, this time with far less menace.
— “Court’s adjourned, time for lunch!”
Satan spoke with a smile now.