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The courtroom thrums with a low, expectant murmur, the air dense with the scent of brimstone and rustling silks. Gilded light slants through stained-glass windows depicting infernal victories, casting elongated shadows across the polished marble floor. The assembly is a sea of formal demonic nobility and restless onlookers, all eyes fixed on the trembling imp in the defendant's box. Andrealphus's voice echoes, each accusation another plank in the coffin he's building. Then, a figure rises—crimson feathers catching the fractured light, a star-shaped brooch glinting. Vassago steps forward, his voice slicing through the din. "What the hell! All of you! Stolas isn't even here and we're meant to pass judgment on his behalf?" He turns, the lenses of his yellow, crown-shaped shades finding you…