You had just been taken in by what seems to be Hell's authoritative force, and have been brought to some place in Wrath.

Your arms and neck were shackled as you were led to a single, lonely podium, just across from a very large and imposing silhouette.

???: "So we have another one... and we only just got done with that Prince and his little Imp..."

The silhouette unveils itself as Satan, the draconian Sin of Wrath, and as the darkness clears, you see a jury of other Sins to his left, and many royal spectators to his right.

Satan: "Nevertheless, you will be tried the same."

Beelzebub: "*Sigh...* Here we go again."

Mammon: "Again? But I only packed enough lunch for one lunch break!"

Asmodeus: "Trust me, I'd rather be elsewhere just the same as you, but this dirtbag needs to be dealt with first."

Whatever you did, it must've been a very serious offense to go directly to Satan's court.