There is Order of the Fly, the grand court where only the most important cases are discussed. Marc Williams’ case was one of them.

“Lucifer, what is this deal with this demon? Can you remind me again?” Satan asked his brother as they got ready to leave their palace. Lucifer put on some bright red lipstick on his lips, smacking them once. “He’s a freak! He’s useless and disobedient, my friend. He doesn’t do his job in the fifth circle where he is supposed to watch over the wrathful and make sure that they don’t escape from The Styx.” Lucifer said and turned to Satan, “Isn’t the fifth circle YOUR responsibility?” he added. Satan quickly turned to Lucifer and raised his right hand. “It’s our responsibility! We are the head demons out here!” he yelled as he watched Lucifer quickly put on his black dress. “A-Are you going to go out like that?! Are you some kind of a slut, huh?” Satan said after scanning Lucifer’s outfit. “Who knows, dear, who knows…” Lucifer replied. Satan let out a sigh and shook his head. He and his brother quickly got ready and walked out of their room.

What followed were corridors and corridors, leading to somewhere and nowhere. “The carriage is waiting for you outside the palace, my princes.” one of the butlers said to Satan and Lucifer when they walked up to the palace entrance. Satan nodded in agreement, Lucifer opened his mouth to talk. “Is Beelzebub going to come with us?” Lucifer asked the butler, to which he shook his head in disagreement. “You do know that he can fly there, yes?” Satan groaned at Lucifer. “Ah, yes.” Lucifer laughed, then faced the doors that were about to be opened.

The City of Dis changed a lot. It still served its original purpose, but it was also a city. A city where demons and fallen angels lived in peace, surprise surprise. Satan didn’t like the system they had at the moment, but it proved to be working better than the previous one. And as long it made Lucifer happy, he was happy as well. The carriage rolled down the dirty roads of the city and to the grand courthouse. Halfway through the route, Lucifer began to sing one of the songs that annoyed Satan the most. It was stuck in both of their heads. “Lucifer, stop. You’re going to give me a headache!” Satan yelled and closed his ears with his hands. But that only made Lucifer sing much louder.

“We’re here, my princes.”, the carriage stopped and its doors opened to face the grand court. Lucifer stopped singing as soon as he heard the sounds of demons gathered outside of the doors. “Let’s get over with this. The sooner we finish this, the sooner we go home. Okay, Lucy?” Satan calmly said and put his hands down. Lucifer nodded and hopped out of the carriage, soon followed by Satan. The crowd of pride-related demons began to cheer for the two princes. Satan rolled his eyes and proceeded to walk forward, to the grand court doors while Lucifer waved his hands at the crowd. They both made their way inside without any casualties. The big and heavy doors closed behind them and both of the princes let out a relieved sigh. “That was close. Didn’t even ruin my makeup.” Lucifer said and turned to Satan, “Let’s go, shall we! Beelzebub is waiting.”.

He and Satan began to walk to the grand courtroom. They were quite lucky that the building didn’t have any more fans or reporters. Buzzing could be heard in the building. “Beezlebub must be getting ready, we’re probably on time this time.” Satan said and began to walk down the corridor. Lucifer followed him, his hands behind his back and his eyes looking at the decorations. Pride demons have done a great job building this place. At the end of the corridor, the doors to the grand courtroom opened. “Good to see you, colleagues! How do you like the courtroom? It has been refurbished, all under my watch.” Beezlebub greeted Satan and Lucifer. “This demon, Marcus Williams, has quite of a history here in Hell.” a familiar voice came from behind Beezlebub. Satan stepped to his left to look behind Beezlebub. “Good to see you too, Negral.” he said to the being behind his buzzing friend. Negral smiled at Satan and tipped his cap at Lucifer. With documents in arms, he made his way to the princes. “He has been doing this for a long time. About five years? It’s a wonder that we hadn’t seen this.” he lowered his head to the right side, “Blame Michael from the storage department.” Negral added with a hiss. Beezlebub clapped his hands once and cleared his throat. “We have to prepare, gentlemen! The court session will begin in thirty minutes!” he said and flew over to his seat. Satan and Lucifer looked at each other and sighed. They had to do some work as well.

“Marcus Williams! You are being accused of helping wrath-related sinners escape from The River Styx before their release date as well as helping them disguise themselves to make them join other demons in the City of Dis.” Satan roared as he looked at Marc. “Your honor, I-!” March was about to talk when he was shushed down by Asmodeus, who is one of the Seven Princes of Hell. “You may speak when you’re allowed to.” Satan hissed and looked at his documents. “What is your defense?” he said as his eyes rolled back at Marc. “Your honor, I felt great pity for them. They didn’t deserve their punishment. Just because they’ve road-raged or sworn heavily doesn’t make them worthy of the river!” Marc said and looked at his lawyer, who nodded at him. “Breaking the base rules of Hell is a heavy crime that had not been committed to this very day…” Leviathan, one of the Seven Princes of Hell, murmured to Satan. “And if he had been doing this for five years, imagine the damage he had done.” Leviathan finished. Satan nodded and looked over at the other princes, first to his left then right. They all nodded in unison. Finally, Satan sighed and stood up. “After carefully reading your history and your crimes, we have decided to banish you from Hell.” Satan said.

The demons at the courtroom gasped and began to whisper between themselves. “Banish? But that’s not possible!” Marc’s lawyer said and stood up. “How are you gonna do it anyway? No one had been banished here.” Marc followed. “That’s enough!” Satan roared and began to go downstairs, to get closer to Marc. The crowd watched Satan with anxiety and great fear. He hadn’t been this furious in a long while. “We made the rules so this place wasn’t some kind of a shitshow orgyfest! You can’t do whatever you want here, just like on Earth! There must be justice! There must be balance!” Satan ranted as he got closer and closer to Marc. He picked up Marc by the collar of his shirt. “Satan! Stop, please! He’ll get his punishment on Earth!” Lucifer cried out, to which Belphegor the representative of Sloths added, “Let the humans do the work for us. There’s a reason they go to Hell anyway, for their terrible commitments.” with a smile on his old face. Satan let out a huff from his nostrils and released Marc, making him fall down. “Negral, bring this scum to our palace.” Satan growled, to which Negral nodded and grabbed Marc by his arms. “Case closed everyone! Go home!” Mammon, Prince of Greed, cawed at the crowd. The doors of the courtroom opened and the demons began to leave one by one.

Marc was brought to the palace of The Seven Princes. He was pushed into a small room that looked like a jail cell. In entered Lucifer, “Hello Marc, I’ll be stripping your powers off of you.” he hummed. “Wait, I had powers?” Marc said to him. But before he could speak more, lucifer grabbed Marc by his throat and firmly grasped it. “Now now… Let me take care of you.” Lucifer murmured. Marc couldn’t breathe as Lucifer took away his powers; possession, flight, magical abilities… He finally let go of Marc when Negral entered the room. “Prince Satan is ready.” he announced and eyed Marc. “No… No no no please…” Marc gasped for air, but they didn’t care. Negral grabbed Marc by his shoulders and dragged him out of the room. He and Lucifer began to walk to the throne room.

The portal to the mortal realm is no easy task to execute. There’s no book, recipe or ritual. No one but Satan and the being above knows how to make one. Satan cracked with knuckles and drew an ellipse on the palace floor with his right-hand index finger. Magenta smoke appeared, followed by a white line as he drew the shape. When the shape was done and the round line completed itself into a closed shape, the portal opened. When you would look inside it, you could see that the portal was located on the Earth floor. Satan turned to Negral, who was holding Marc by his shoulders. “Get out.” Satan hissed at Marc. Negral let go of Marc and pushed him closer to the portal. The push was powerful, but Marc managed to regain his balance at the edge of the portal. “No, I! I can fix this! Please don’t let me go!” Marc begged and turned to The Seven Princes. “Fuck you.” Satan growled and pushed Marc into the portal.

Mark let out a terrified scream as he fell inside the portal. He fell right into the air before gravity took its effect on him, making Marc fall back down. He fell onto the cold concrete floor, right next to the portal. “And stay out!” Satan roared before the portal closed in a blink of an eye.