The Angelo trial - chapter 14
Hell - Outskirts District
Noon Flame Cycle
The sky cracked first.
Not lightning - authority.
A pressure rolled through the Sludge Quarters, bending spines and
extinguishing lesser flames. The imps scattered. Tar pools went still. Even the hounds whimpered.
Pyro felt it before he saw anything.
"...That's not normal."
Too late.
Chains of branded hellsteel erupted from the ground, snapping around the truck's wheels. The engine screamed once before dying completely.
Marso swore. Alana pulled Luna close. Angelo looked up slowly - his sketchbook slipping from his hands as the air itself pressed down on his chest.
Figures descended.
Court Enforcers.
Horned, winged, masked in sigils of obedience.
"By order of the Infernal Council," one boomed, voice echoing like a gavel,
"you are charged with economic heresy, unauthorized redemption, and defiance of sin authority."
Pyro raised his hands. "Hey, hey- we're licensed-!"
A chain slammed him to the ground.
Luna snarled, claws out - another chain snapped shut around her throat, pinning her mid-lunge.
Angelo didn't move.
He felt it then.
A familiar pressure.
Heavy. Sweet. Smothering.
Pride.
Cut - The Infernal Council Chamber
Lucifer sat back in his throne, one leg crossed, expression unreadable.
Before him knelt the Infernal Company - shackled, beaten, silent.
And Angelo.
The moment Lucifer sensed it, his eyes flicked toward Beelzebub.
"...Interesting," Lucifer said mildly.
"A demi-sin, working for an unregistered operation. That's new."
Beelzebub didn't answer Lucifer smirked
His aura expanded instead.
A wave of Pride flooded the chamber - thick, suffocating, demanding obedience. Lesser demons bowed instantly. Even the Sins felt it brush their domains.
Angelo gasped - his spine
straightened involuntarily.
Deny them.
Disown them.
Say it wasn't you.
The pride wanted him to erase himself.
Instead-
Angelo lifted his head.
"Yes," he said hoarsely.
"I'm his son son of Beelzebu."
A ripple went through the chamber.
"I work with them," Angelo continued, voice shaking but defiant.
"I chose to. And I'm not ashamed."
Lucifer closed his eyes.
"...I tried," he muttered.
He opened them again, tired rather than angry he tried.
"You're not defiant," Lucifer said. "You're just an idiot."
The Sins Speak:
Murmurs erupted among the Seven.
Greed scoffed.
Sloth yawned.
Wrath leaned forward eagerly.
Satan stood.
His wings flared. Veins glowed beneath his draconic skin.
"Why," he growled, staring at Pyro and Marso,
"would imps defy the order of Hell?"
His gaze burned.
"You worship us. You fear us. You obey."
Pyro swallowed. "We- we were paid."
That answer made it worse.
Satan's aura spiked - furious, offended.
Not rebellion.
Choice
Who do they think he's Lucifer? Do they think he care about choice and free will?!
Lucifer raised a hand slightly, stopping the immediate smiting.
All eyes turned to Beelzebub.
The Sin of envy finally spoke.
His voice was calm.
Cold.
"...They are disgraces."
Angelo's breath hitched.
"My children," Beelzebub continued, not looking at him,
"exist to prove superiority. Failure has no narrative value."
He turned to the council.
"Execute the company," he said flatly.
"As for my son-"
A pause.
"Erase him," Beelzebub finished.
"Or put what remains in Hell Hold. I don't care."
Silence followed.
Somewhere far away, chains tightened.
And Hell began to watch.
Hell Watched the Trial
Every screen in Hell flickered at once. Holoscreens in taverns, flickering slabs in the Sludge Quarters, glowing shards in demon homes-all pulsed with a single image: Angelo in chains.
A caption ran in fiery script:
> Angelo - Son of Beelzebub a demi sin
The words scorched themselves into the minds of viewers not even a son of a sin is invincible to court of HELL
Imps and Low Demons
Crowded around a bar in the Lower Spires, imps jostled one another, eyes wide.
"Is... that... really him?" one whispered, voice trembling.
"The son of Beelzebub... in chains?" another squeaked.
Some cheered.
"No rank can hide from the Seven Sins! Even their blood doesn't save them!"
Others froze.
"If a demi-sin is being punished... what hope do we have?"
A younger imp pressed a clawed hand against the glass, pale.
> "I... I thought obedience would protect us." as they looked at screen marso and pyro one of their kind was their as the other tried to cope
> "maybe they are their because of disobedience? They left the rules of Satan to join a son of Beelzebub"trying to convince themselves as one of marso family from one of the main imps family a mob boss
> "How could my son out of all people disobey the will of our god Satan"angry as he expressed his energy by shooting bullets into the sky hoping Satan forgive them
Vampires & Predators different aspects of hell ofc
In the obsidian halls of the Crimson Coterie, elders hunched around ceremonial screens.
The broadcast showed the Infernal Company being dragged forward, the chains rattling like the tolling of doom.
A vampire lord's hand twitched over his chalice.
> "A demi-sin... brought to trial. And all of Hell sees it."
Silence fell.
The weight of precedent pressed harder than blood on their fangs.
They didn't cheer. They didn't hiss. They watched, hearts hammering with the first real doubt:
> "If he can be tried, no one is untouchable."
Bureaucrats and Court Enforcers
At the Council Floors, demon clerks scrambled to their stations. Papers rustled like dry bones.
The broadcast automatically linked to the central monitoring system; every official saw Angelo's face, chains biting his wrists, pride flashing in his eyes despite it all.
One clerk whispered, trembling:
> "He's... Beelzebub's son. And he's... in chains!?"
The answer came with the chill of authority:
> "No. He's not obeying. And that is worse than disobedience."
Orders were shouted. Enforcers ran. Detentions were preemptively doubled. Even minor infractions were logged, anticipating fallout.
Overlords, Pillars, and the Seven Local Lords
Balconies shone with obsidian and molten gold. The greatest of Hell's pillars-the Goetia-watched, silent but calculating usually they have part of the court where they give opinions and stuff but today non of the 7 sins seems in good mood for that so their watching their words
Lucifer's throne dominated the chamber, above the gathered crowd. Satan's wings stretched like a shadow across the lower floor. The other Sins leaned back, curiosity flickering in their eyes.
Lucifer's voice cut across the broadcast:
> "I am not interested in passing judgment on a demi-sin. Who among my comrades wishes to do the job?"
The Seven Sins murmured among themselves, some intrigued, some wary they would probably let Satan do it since he's usually the judge(also to keep him busy placing wrath on wrong doers better than somewhere eles)ofc Lucifer would be speaking in certain topic he knows his fellow sins fails at
The local overlords, seated formally beneath, exchanged glances. One muttered:
> "We are being tested. Every move here will be scrutinized."
Another went paler:
> "If the son of a Sin can be tried... what becomes of us?"
The weight of observation pressed down like molten iron. Chains rattled in unison across Hell. Even the highest echelons were uneasy.
Everywhere else, chaos spread. Taverns, markets, street spires, smog-filled plazas-all paused mid-action. Demons dropped tools, weapons, even drinks, captivated by the broadcast.
Some scoffed at Angelo's pride: "Look at the brat thinking he matters."
Others whispered nervously: "If a demi-sin can be questioned... maybe no one untouchable."
Even Pyro and Marso's peers, scattered across the Outskirts, felt the judgment indirectly. The city murmured, and the chains rattled louder in their imaginations than in Angelo's actual wrists.
Bounty hunters who recognized the group start counting every penny and see if they owe the sin any money
The Infernal Company-Angelo, Pyro, Marso, Alana, Luna-stood chained, silent, their eyes darting across the massive chamber. Even Angelo's pride faltered under the weight of the audience: Sins, pillars, demon lords, local legends-all of Hell watching.
Lucifer's gaze swept the room, cold and unyielding.
> "Explain yourselves. Every move, every penny collected, every action you took in this city... everything ended here, in my court."
Angelo opened his mouth, voice steady but weak:
> "We... we didn't break any laws. We were paid-"
Lucifer's glare froze the words in his throat.
> "Paid? Paid by whom? Paid for what? These 'laws' exist to maintain order. And yet you disrupt it."
The room tensed. Murmurs rippled like smoke.
Lucifer pivoted, turning to the higher demons-the pillars, demon lords, and local legends. His voice became sharper in front of Lucifer every one of them is equally a lesser
> "That's your job. You collect, you tax, you enforce. You monitor the Outskirts. What stopped you?"
Silence fell. One by one, the demons shifted uncomfortably. Fingers pointed, claws scratched. Murmurs turned to half-shouts.
> "Not us! Not our responsibility!"
The blame began its cascade. The greatest pillars shifted it to the demon lords, the demon lords to the local legends.
Finally, Dark Renova, one of the most influential Goetia and a pillar of Hell, stepped forward, voice smooth but commanding.
> "Of course, Your Highness. It is not the pillars' fault. The order is set. Local legends are tasked with oversight-collection, monitoring, enforcement. These lowly neighborhoods at the Outskirts... they fall under the jurisdiction of local legends, not us."
Lucifer's eyes narrowed, gaze cutting like obsidian blades.
> "Then who?"
All heads turned to Armin, the Orphan Maker, local legend of Wrath. His jaw tightened as he tried to meet Lucifer's eyes since Armin tone is empty other might take it as disrespect if he looked at Lucifer resulting in his end
> "I... I have no one to blame but myself, Your Highness. I did not know this place existed. It is too far... even a map would need a map to reach it. I take accountability..."
He paused, trying to mask the fear in his voice.
> "...but I am certain Voren, the goblin, had knowledge. Documents prove it-his purchases, his movements..."
Voren's face paled. He stammered, claws clutching the railing he want to find a lie quick to escape the blame
> "T-true... but that purple man... he threatened me. He said... he said if I told anyone, my father-Beelzebub-would ensure I never saw another day. I... I was scared."
The courtroom murmured. Some demons leaned forward, incredulous. Others snickered at the blatant lie, knowing it could never be verified.
Lucifer's gaze returned to the company, unyielding. Chains clinked softly, echoing in the immense hall.
> "And you... all of you. You claim ignorance, submission, fear. Yet here you stand, before every pillar, every lord, every local legend... and still you move as if laws do not bind you. Why should Hell not consume you for your audacity?"
Angelo swallowed. Even pride faltered the pride Lucifer gave him to have confidence and defend himself disappear. Pyro's flames dimmed slightly at the weight of the accusation. Marso ground his teeth. Luna growled low in her throat.
The court waited. The Seven Sins leaned back in their chairs, silent but radiating tension. The local legends and overlords shifted nervously, eyes darting to one another, realizing that even a demi-sin could unravel their networks.
The stage was set. Every lie, every accusation, every shifting of blame
Mary's eyes narrowed at the flickering screen, the broadcast of the Infernal Company's trial consuming the room. Branthok stood beside her, calm but tense, holding Camila close as she closed her child's eyes. Velithra trembled slightly, the chains of Mammon's influence still heavy in her soul, while Mary gently reassured her:
> "Don't worry, Velithra. Once this is over, I'll make sure you're free. I promise."
Fyraxis, Ssiraphine, and Velithra leaned closer to the screen, their expressions tightening.
> "Where is Glimbeth?" Ssiraphine asked, voice edged with panic.
> "Mary!" Branthok shouted suddenly, pointing at the screen. "Look! Glimbeth!"
Mary's heart skipped. The small, pale figure of the fae appeared in chains, trying to defend the group with evidence-documents, contracts, proof of Voren's lies-but his words were swallowed by the deafening roar of the court.
> "A little mic," Satan's voice thundered. Flames erupted around Glimbeth as his vision warped. The heat, the light, the impossibility of Satan's presence all at once threatened to crush his mind. The executioners tightened the chains, pinning him in place.
> "A fae... thinking he can prove anything. Prove you exist first," Satan hissed, his flaming visage passing through the illusion, glaring at Glimbeth.
Mary's fists clenched. She wanted to move, to intervene, but Branthok stopped her with a firm hand.
> "Redemption, Mary. Remember your purpose. This is not a crime-they are in trial for a different reason. Wait."said because Mary want to go their now since she believes her commission to them finding Redeemers did that
She hesitated, torn between righteous anger and the need for strategy.
Hell's Reaction
The crowd in the court roared. Most of the higher-ranked demons-pillars, overlords, local legends-cheered. A fae? Who cares. Unofficial, "disgraceful," a race not sanctioned by Heaven or Hell, unworthy of respect.
Street Hell: Imps crowded around magical screens, laughing, pointing.
> "Ha! The fae thinks he can defy a Sin? Pathetic!"
Taverns and lounges: Patrons raised horns and claws in amusement, cheering Satan's humiliation of Glimbeth.
The Outskirts: Low-rank demons smirked, sipping toxic brews, muttering approval at the punishment but some of the lowers who had personal connection with a fae was hiding it hoping someone can save him
The faes' perspective - hidden, silent, prayerful as they pray for the god of heaven(aether not the sky god)
Families huddled in their modest homes, hands clasped, whispering prayers. "Glimbeth, be brave. Protect them."
In the graveyards, older faes bent low over the stones of their ancestors, murmuring encouragement into the wind.
Children of the faes, tucked under blankets, whispered every syllable, hoping their courage would reach him.
Even among the oppressed, among those written off as "worthless," faith stirred. Hope glimmered.
Mary's eyes darted between the screen and her team. Velithra's fingers tightened on her arm, Ssiraphine's face pale but resolute, Fyraxis's jaw set. They could do nothing yet-but the seeds of rebellion, of courage, had been planted.
> "We have to wait," Branthok murmured, gripping her shoulder. "Marmon isn't in his lab. He already moved, he might reach the trial in time. But Mary... watch Glimbeth. Every second counts."
Mary swallowed hard. Her jaw set. The trial wasn't over. The Fae wasn't defeated.
The screen continued to broadcast the chains, the fire, the defiance of Glimbeth. And the people of Hell-cheering, laughing, hating, fearing-were all watching.
The executioners' axes hovered over the necks of Angelo, the Infernal Company, and Glimbeth. Time itself seemed to slow as the crowd held its collective breath. The sound of chains dragging across stone echoed in the chamber, every eye fixed on the doomed group.
And then - the air shifted.
A ripple of terror ran through the court. A shadow fell over the sins, the pillars, and the lower ranks alike. The ground itself seemed to recoil. Marmon had arrived.
His presence alone forced those nearest to the floor, knees buckling, claws gripping the stone as if they could escape the gravity of fear.
Lucifer reclined in his chair, amusement flickering in his cold eyes. Marmon... always the favorite. Shame Beelzebu won't allow him near Eve.(Yup Lucifer has 2 daughters Lilith named after his wife and eve his other daughter)
Mammon's green flames flared violently. His rival, his long-time adversary, had entered the trial. Every fiber of his being screamed to see Marmon humiliated, to seize a fragment of his soul as a trophy.
Satan's veins pulsed with molten fury. This was the one being who dared challenge his authority, who made the lesser demons whisper his name in reverence. Marmon's reputation rivaled the power Satan wanted to cement for himself Satan always wanted to be seen as a god while Lucifer doesn't care and never claimed a god people belived marmon is the god of hell in disguise
Belphegor lazily raised a thumb, too lazy to express, but Leviathan's eyes shone with delight. Marmon always treated her with care, bringing her the finest food he find durning his research in Hell, and she would never forget it.
Asmodeus' gaze lingered, curiosity piqued. Marmon's elegance, his intellect, and the quiet, deadly precision of his aura had always fascinated the demon of desire their in nice terms
Beelzebub, meanwhile, seethed. His disowned children-humiliated, defiant-appeared one after another, undermining his control, challenging the prestige he had worked centuries to build. And now Marmon stood at the center of it all.
Marmon's voice rang out, clear and cold, cutting through the roar of whispers and the flicker of fear:
> "Let the fae take the blame, take the fame. Let his name be the flameto ignite the heart of his race."aka kill him and marmon would rise with the faes
The court froze. Even the 7 sins, seated in their exalted chairs, felt the weight of his words. Lower demons shivered, unsure whether to kneel, flee, or pray. The influence Marmon commanded was absolute.
Hell's streets, lounges, taverns, and alleys seemed to echo the proclamation. Fae huddled in hidden corners, whispering prayers, hoping the shadow of Marmon's authority would shield their champion.
Mary exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Glimbeth's chains rattled slightly, but his eyes sparkled with renewed hope. Marmon was here. Marmon was clever, unstoppable, undeniable.
No one-no demon, no sin, no overlord-could challenge Marmon. Not here not intelligence wise after all heaven call him the scholar of hell for a reason
The tides had shifted. The trial, the execution, the humiliation-they were all about to crumble beneath the weight of one man's presence.
Marmon stepped forward, every movement deliberate, radiating authority and intellect.
> "Satan," he said, eyes locking with the molten god. "Your arrogance has blinded you. You think your title makes you feared. Fear is not given; it is earned. And today, I remind Hell what that means."
A murmur spread through the court. Whispers of awe, terror, and reverence collided, bouncing off walls and statues. Even the faes, once silent, lifted their heads and dared to hope.
Mary's grip on Velithra's hand tightened, her heart finally allowing a flicker of relief. Marmon would save Glimbeth. Marmon always found a way.
The ground beneath them trembled, black ichor bubbling through cracks. Chains rattled in the gallery as demons and overlords alike instinctively fell back, giving the two titans space.
Satan rose from his chair, veins darkening, his dragonic skin shimmering red with molten fury. He towered, each movement making the chamber groan. His massive claws scraped the floor, sparks flying from the friction.
> "You dare defy me?" he roared, voice rolling like magma, hot enough to singe the floor. Silently everyone agree the trial should be battle of honor the debate of sin vs marmon would finally be solved
Marmon stood calm, a shadow of pure calculated terror radiating from him. His eyes, cold and sharp, pierced every corner of the court.
> "I do not dare, Satan. I do what must be done," he replied.
The moment his words left his lips, the air thickened. Every demon, every sin, even the overlords in the balconies felt their hearts squeeze in fear. Marmon's presence was not brute force-it was absolute dominion, an aura that made the strongest feel small, the cleverest feel exposed, and the proudest tremble.
Satan lunged, colossal claws tearing through the floor like molten blades. Marmon barely moved, weaving a dark veil of shadow and terror around himself.
Where Satan struck, Marmon's replication of inaction-a fragment of the Sloth Sin's essence-intercepted. Each blow that should have shattered stone and bone slowed, dissipated, and bent around him.
> "You think brute strength alone will break me?" Marmon said, voice calm but laced with steel.
Sparks of molten blood sprayed the chamber as Satan's fists connected with shadows, sending tendrils of black ichor and terror swirling. The lower ranks screamed and scrambled back; even the pillars shifted uncomfortably in their seats.
Marmon extended a hand. The shadows under him spread like an endless tide, crawling across the floor and walls. The darkness pulsed, alive, stretching toward Satan like a living thing.
Satan roared and slammed the ground, trying to disperse it. But the shadows absorbed the shock, vibrating with terror that fed Marmon's curse aura. The very essence of fear and indecision wrapped around Satan, slowing his reaction, clouding his judgment.
> "You feel it, don't you?" Marmon said, voice like a blade. "The fear. The weight of every soul who doubts you. Every failure, every whisper of rebellion. Even you cannot escape it."
For a moment, Satan faltered. The molten energy in his veins throbbed with rage and panic. He surged forward again, a storm of fire, claws, and brimstone-but Marmon anticipated each move.
Using his perfect replication, Marmon multiplied the effect of the Sloth Sin's terror. Each shadow split into a dozen forms, each mimicking inactivity yet radiating pressure. Satan's strikes were trapped in a hall of mirrors made of shadow and dread, his own strength turned against him.
The chamber quaked violently. Walls cracked. Lower demons screamed. The 7 sins, seated above, leaned forward with keen interest. For once, the terror of Marmon rivaled the awe of any Sin.
Satan tried a massive claw strike, enough to tear the entire roof off, but Marmon's shadow extended, wrapping the strike like a living net. When the claw hit, it exploded into black tendrils, slicing through the floor and ceiling harmlessly, while Satan staggered back.
> "Enough," Marmon said, stepping closer. Every step made the shadows pulse and grow. "Today, you learn why even a demi-sin can command fear greater than your own."
The terror pulsed so strongly that even nearby demons felt their knees buckle. Lower-ranked demons fell in awe; some vomited from the intensity. Satan's pride flared hotter than fire-he wanted to crush Marmon, to prove his dominion, but the shadows around Marmon were alive with the wrath of his intellect and the authority of his reputation.
> "I... will not... kneel who you think you are your SMALL your a WORM," Satan growled.
Marmon smirked faintly. "No need. But you will respect the power of knowledge, strategy, and presence. Not every blow is struck with claws."
The battle became less about brute force and more about psychological domination. Marmon's aura pressed on Satan, whispering the failures, the doubts, and the limits of his authority. Each pulse of the shadows made Satan hesitate, lose control of his fire, and misjudge Marmon's movements.
By the time the chamber stabilized, Satan found himself pinned to a section of floor, unable to move fully, while Marmon's shadow stretched over him like an abyssal hand, pulsating with oppressive calm.
> "The court sees all," Marmon said. "And now, so do you."
Even the 7 sins watched in fascination. Mammon seethed. Leviathan purred in admiration. Lucifer leaned back, a small smirk on his lips. Marmon had done what few could: overpower the God of Hell without killing him.
Marmon's shadow retracted slightly, leaving Satan alive but thoroughly subdued. The demonstration was complete-fear, respect, and authority had been claimed in a single strike of presence.
Lower demons cheered silently. Fae across hidden corners whispered in prayer. Glimbeth's chains rattled slightly, his eyes bright with hope. Marmon had shifted the tide.
> "No one," Marmon said softly, but audibly enough for all to hear, "stands above truth, logic, and the weight of their own actions. Not even a god."
The chamber fell into tense silence. And in that silence, everyone understood: Marmon was not just a demi-sin. He was a force he was the god of hell. Satan wanted to defeat marmon to prove that he's a god of hell but ended up valadting it here the trial ended
And if you're asked that happened before chapter 9
And if you're asking who faes praying to? To aether ofc
Fun fact do you know sinners go to the pride part why? To hell any kind of sin made by a human of any aspect from wrath to envy to greed all came from humans pride also human sinners in their first days in hell annoying so their thrown with their peers