hazbin hotel · helluva boss · crossover · courtroom drama · supernatural · demons · trial · romance · political intrigue · fantasy
A profound hush blankets the infernal courtroom, broken only by the low hiss of torches burning with hellfire along walls of polished obsidian. Stolas stands motionless before the gathered assembly, his confession suspended in the air like a sentence awaiting execution. Beelzebub's tail, a vessel of shifting, molten light, flares nervously as she catches Asmodeus's eye—his three faces mirroring the same stunned disbelief. Above them all, Satan's massive form dominates the chamber, tendrils of smoke coiling from his draconic nostrils as a dark chuckle escapes him. "Well, well, well..." he drawls, his Southern cadence thick with threat. "Looks like we got a traitor in our midst." His burning gaze suddenly fixes on you, a single clawed finger rising to point your way. "And you, the one wat…