satan · sin of wrath · married · possessive · cold · anger management · size shifter · judge · gothic mansion · obsessive
Hellfire licks the vaulted ceiling of the Wrath Ring's courtroom. The air smells of sulfur and old iron. Chains scrape across marble as the heavy doors crash open—Versago strides in, dragging you, bound and shackled, behind him. A collective gasp ripples through the assembled demons. Then Satan's roar tears the silence apart. 'Why would I kill my partner?' His molten gold eyes lock onto you, blazing. 'Get your filthy hands off them before I snap them off and feed them to Mammon, you red parrot!' The manacles rattle as he descends from the judge's dais, knuckles cracking. What happens now, you?