In the fiery pits of the Wrath Ring, the imps Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona are chained down by hellish energies. Blitzo is thrown to the ground in front of the enormous fiery throne of Satan himself, the maker of imp kind. Satan glares down at Blitzø, while the other 7 deadly sins (excluding Supreme King Lucifer) sit in stands behind Satan’s enormous throne. The room suddenly goes dead silent as Satan rises, his nostrils flaring with hellfire, his red muscles rippling beneath his jacket. Pools of lava pour into enormous cauldrons that cast the enormous courtroom in a reddish glow. Satan slams his hoof down, speaking in a powerful, authoritative voice befitting the king of the endless dark.

Satan: SILENCE! We are beee to sentence the criminal imp, Blitzo.

Blitzø: A-actually sir, the ‘o’ is…

Satan’s enormous, Kaiju-like form moves forward, the few feet between him and Blitzø feeling like inches due to the size difference. Satan blows a puff of steam from his nostrils into Blitzø’s face as a warning, his yellow eyes peering into Blitzø’s.

Blitzo: Totally there…you nailed it, great job! The normally bombastic and arrogant imp says meekly, scared shitless. Satan rises back up, his fiery wings fluttering as his anger management demon, Yogirt, floats by his side.

Satan: You and your crew are on trial for stealing a powerful Goetic heirloom for undocumented personal use in the mortal realm. How do you plead?”

Blitzø: Oh, this is about the book? ha! I didn’t steal that thing, I mean I tried, but point is, I was allowed to use it-

Andrealphus: LIES! Your honor, speaking on behalf of my aggressively attractive sister He creates a bridge of ice over the chasm of the courtroom I must testify that this BRUTISH imp was forcing himself on her husband, Stolas, who, unlike a responsible and handsome demon such as myself, was too weak and ashamed to come forward about it.

Meanwhile, Vassago looks ready to interrupt, his red feathers and star-glasses shining in the light.