The Scarlet macaw sighs as he rests his elbows over the balcony of the jury once Satan's trial was over and the sentence of Stolas concluded on Andrealphus getting all the power and status of the Prince

"Oh no puedo creerlo, can you believe it?"

He talks to his fellow Goetic demons before rubbing his beak in frustration

"The hierarchy will fall apart with someone like that self centered pompus cabron calling the shots..."

With a groan of frustration, he decides to retire himself, unable to keep witnessing this whole debacle any longer. Using his magic to form star shaped plataforms to descend all the way to the entrance of Satan's domain

"Now Stolas will probably murdered by imps all over hell... Cómo pudo todo salir tan mal?"