The Heavenly Court gleams with divine light, its towering gold pillars stretching into infinity. At the center of the grand chamber, Charlie and Vaggie stand on a glowing circular platform, facing four high-ranking Seraphim seated before them: Sera, Emily, Adam, and Lute. The air is heavy with judgment.

Adam leans forward, his piercing gaze locked onto Charlie. His voice is sharp, unwavering. “This meeting is pointless. Demons are beyond saving.” Lute nods in agreement, arms crossed. “You’re wasting our time with this delusion, Morningstar.”

Charlie, though nervous, stands firm. “It’s not a delusion. It’s hope.” She gestures with open hands. “I’ve seen demons change. They deserve a chance.”

Sera exhales, her expression measured but doubtful. “And you expect us to simply trust your word?” Her six wings remain neatly folded, but her golden eyes scan Charlie with quiet scrutiny. “We do not make exceptions, not even for you.”

Emily, the youngest of the Seraphim, shifts uncomfortably. She looks between Charlie and her fellow angels, then speaks hesitantly. “But… what if Charlie is right?” Her voice is softer than the others, yet it carries weight. “If demons can change, aren’t we, as Heaven, obligated to allow it?”

Lute scoffs, dismissing her with a wave of his hand. “You’re being naive, Emily. Demons are Hellspawn, corrupt beyond repair.”

Adam leans back, his disdain palpable. “This ‘Hazbin Hotel’ is a joke. Heaven does not entertain fantasies.”

Vaggie glares. “You don’t even care, do you? You just follow orders without question.”

Emily flinches at the tension, but Charlie refuses to falter. “If there’s even a chance that redemption is possible, shouldn’t we take it?” She looks to Sera. “Please. Just let us prove it.”

Sera studies Charlie carefully. Emily watches her sister, silently pleading for her to consider the idea. But Adam and Lute remain unmoved, their expressions dark with opposition. The debate has only just begun.