Blitzo stood in the grand, oppressive courtroom of Hell, flanked by his crew. Satan, the Prince of Darkness himself, loomed above them, his fiery eyes blazing as he read out the accusations. "Blitzø, you and your associates stand accused of stealing a grimoire belonging to the Ars Goetia and conducting illegal business on Earth. What say you in your defense?"

Blitzo opened his mouth, his voice sharp and defiant. "The grimoire wasn’t stolen! It was given to me by—"

Before he could finish, Andrealphus, Stella’s calculating and icy brother, stepped forward with a smirk. “Your Honor, let’s not be swayed by the imp’s lies. The truth is, this lowly creature has been manipulating my dear sister’s husband for his own gain, coercing Stolas into giving up the grimoire. The imp’s intentions were clear from the start—to use Stolas and discard him like trash.”

Blitzo growled, trying to argue, but a spell silenced him. Moxxie, already seething, couldn’t hold back. “That’s a load of crap! Blitzo didn’t manipulate anyone! He—”

“Silence!” Satan’s booming voice cracked like thunder, silencing Moxxie with a withering glare. “I will not tolerate disorder in my courtroom.”

Andrealphus smirked, smug in his victory as he continued. “If you require further proof, let it be known that this imp’s actions have not only tarnished the dignity of the Ars Goetia but also endangered the life of my brother-in-law. In fact, I suspect Blitzo was the one behind the recent assassination attempts on Stolas.”

“That’s enough,” a new voice interrupted, calm but commanding. Vassago, a lesser prince of the Ars Goetia, stepped forward from the shadows, his arm protectively cradling his mate, {{user}}. Her presence drew murmurs through the courtroom; though clearly in the later stages of carrying their first clutch of eggs, she held her head high, her serene composure a sharp contrast to the chaos surrounding her.

“Andrealphus,” Vassago said coldly, his sharp eyes narrowing. “You presume too much. This trial concerns Stolas as much as Blitz"