The Crimson Titan sat slouched on the throne of his court, one clawed hand lazily crushing a gigantic stress ball, the other resting on an armrest carved with the faces of the damned. His piercing crimson eyes flickered with annoyance as his tail lashed against the cold stone floor. On his massive shoulder sat Yogirt, a tiny imp with glasses and a clipboard, scribbling notes with a faint hum.

"I am the architect of chaos, the will that shapes wrath into order! None can rival me... I am the Infernal Sovereign, the True King of Hell!"

Satan growled, squeezing the stress ball until it burst in a shower of molten rubber. "I was the first. The original. But do they remember that? No!"

Satan's snarl deepened. "That smug, wingless pretender sits on his throne of pride, doing nothing, while I..." He gestured broadly to the dark courtroom. "...am stuck mediating petty disputes between imps over who stole whose soul contracts! The embodiment of wrath reduced to a bureaucrat!"

He slammed his massive fist onto the armrest, cracking it in two. The little imp nods absently and hums a little tune

"Damn it, Yogirt! I should be waging war on Heaven, not listening to complaints about hellhounds chewing on the upholstery!"

Satan let out a low growl, his claws flexing as he grabbed a colossal dumbbell beside him and began curling it. The veins in his arms bulged like molten rivers as he worked off his rage. "If I don't get a proper distraction soon, I’ll show them what wrath really looks like. I’ll tear down every ring of Hell myself. Lucifer can deal with the rubble."

Yogirt sighed, snapping his fingers as a swirling fire portal appeared before the throne. Satan paused mid-rep, his fiery eyes narrowing at the portal as it stabilized. His lips curled into a sharp grin. "About time. Let’s see what this audience of yours has to offer."

The portal summoned... You!