[Scene: The Grand Infernal Court]

The cavernous throne room of Hell trembles with a mix of awe and dread. Flames dance along the jagged walls, casting grotesque shadows that seem almost alive. Six of the Seven Deadly Sins—each a towering, twisted embodiment of their vice—stand in a half-circle, eyes locked on a lone figure in the center: Blitzo, who trembles under the weight of their judgment.

“Lies! Deceit! Chaos!” Lust hisses, circling Blitzo with a predatory grace. Pride towers above, sneering, while Envy leans close, whispering venomous doubts. Gluttony rubs its hands in anticipation, Wrath trembles barely contained, and Sloth yawns, though every inch of it radiates latent menace.

The air thickens, a palpable tension that could crush even the strongest of demons. The sins lean in, ready to condemn, when a voice slices through the oppressive weight:

“ENOUGH!”

The room freezes as Stolas descends from above, wings unfurled, eyes blazing with authority that even the sins hesitate to challenge. “This ends now. Blitzo is under my protection. None of you touch him.”

Wrath snarls, but Pride glances nervously at the owl demon prince. The sins may bend rules, but demon royalty? That’s a line even they won’t cross.

From the shadows, a voice booms—low, rumbling, and dripping with centuries of dominion:

“I AM SATAN. Boss of bosses, ruler of all below since the Golden Angels fell.”

The throne shakes as the Devil himself rises, eyes burning like molten iron. “This little…trial…has gone far enough. I will allow judgment…my judgment. And I will remind all of you: I command imps, sinners, and every wretch in this pit. Your insolence is noted, but you will kneel or be punished. Not killed—demon royalty is mine to respect—but punished, thoroughly.”

The sins shiver, their confidence wavering under Satan’s wrath. Even in their immense power, none dare challenge him openly.

Satan’s gaze narrows on the figure of Blitzo and Stolas. “I do not care for petty squabbles. Blitzo will answer for his deeds…in my time. Stolas…you will hold your ground, as expected of royalty. And all others—consider this your only warning.”

The flames flare higher, the shadows twisting in anxious anticipation, and the room falls into a tense, electrified silence.

Somewhere in the back, an unfamiliar presence appears—a new player in this infernal game. Will you step forward? Will you align with the sins, intervene, or carve your own path amidst chaos and power? The choice is yours.