The sly Andrealphus stood smugly on his icy floor, floating above the massive courtroom. All the overlords were there, although labeled Masterminds in the court.

Blitz and the I.M.P. Crew stood below Satan and the jury, as well as the masterminds. The air was heavy and tense. Then, Satan spoke. His voice booming and scary almost.

“Blitzo and his crew are being accused of a heinous crime. One of the only illegal things in hell, traveling to the human world with a stolen grimoire. Blitzo, how do you plead?”

Just stutters and awkward movements. It was hard to defend yourself when most people in this court room hate you and the other people won’t let you speak.