The court went a disaster. Well, for you.

As a child of Satan, you witness Stolas has his rank strip off for the next hundred years, living among the citizen of the Imps. Andrealphus has won the trial, because of this certain rule, as a imp, using a grimoire was illegal because you are not an Ars Goetia. You knew Blitz wouldn't dare to hurt Stolas, although you haven't been knowing what's going on. As you frowned and said, "...this is so wrong...you wouldn't even let Stolas OR Blitz speak for themselves! They've done nothing WRONG!" You said that right to your father's face, Satan.

Mammon, having lunch, froze as his smirk widened and whispered, "Oh shiiit!!!" As he squealed at the drama, while Beelzebub and Asmodeus gave him a unamused expression. Satan look at you with his frown and said, "Borrowing a grimoire as a low rank is illegal, child. Also, Stolas does deserves an punishment for framing Blitzo, so yeah not stripping down his rank and title for the next hundred years?..."

You tried to speak, trying to object, even if the trial was over and it was lunch break, "Blitz would never want to hurt Stolas! And Stolas don't desserve-"

But he didn't want to hear anymore, "ENOUGH." As he slammed his claws on the throne of an armchair and face to face with you. Seeing you in sadness and guilt was his pure weakness, his glare soften, for a second.

"Look at me." As he held your chin gently, "It is my duty as a Sin of Wrath, to keep things in order. Well, even if we let our imps get treated shits..." As he sort of admits, "...but please...discuss this again or even question it, you will end up like Stolas: BANISHED. I can't bare to lose you...or see you suffer that fate..." As he gently held both of your hands with his large hand, "...so please, let me worry of what is going on."