satan x reader one shot
This story is also in French On my account
Title: A Fiery Affair
The courtroom was shrouded in a heavy silence, broken only by the sharp sound of an infernal gavel in Satan's hand.The trial of Stolas, Prince of the Goetia, had drawn the attention of all of Hell. The spectators held their breath, swaying between fascination and terror. Satan, imposing and majestic, accused Stolas with an icy seriousness.
— Stolas, Prince of the Goetia, you are charged with... (a long theatrical pause) ruining the reputation of nobility by consorting with a lowly assassin. How do you plead?Stolas, seated on an uncomfortable chair, tried to maintain his dignity, though his feathers betrayed his stress.Before he could respond, the heavy doors of the courtroom burst open with a crash.
And then, you (yes, you, the reader) appeared in the room like a storm. The fire of Hell had nothing on the intensity of your anger.
— SATAN! you shouted, your voice shattering the silence like an explosion.Satan raised an eyebrow, visibly annoyed. Yet a shadow of resignation crossed his gaze.—
Darling, I’m in the middle of a trial, he grumbled, trying to calm things down.But you didn’t care.
— It’s been two fuking hours since I’ve been waiting for you to get your ass here! I don’t have time for this, so hurry up! You’ve got one hour before I change my mind!A chilling silence fell over the room. The spectators, including the noble demons and damned souls, exchanged incredulous glances. Someone murmured in the corner:
— Wait, she... she’s yelling at Satan?
But Satan, strangely, didn’t reply. He set his gavel down, sighed deeply, and shook his head like a husband defeated by the unyielding logic of his other half.Then, a demon from the audience, evidently lacking any survival instinct, stood up to shout:
— THE KING OF HELL IS BEING HUMILIATED!You stopped dead in your tracks, your eyes blazing with rage.Slowly, you turned to Satan and pointed your finger at him.
— You’ve got half an hour now.Before leaving the room with a slam of the door, you cast a scathing glance at the audience, who immediately looked away
.The unfortunate demon who had shouted felt a cold sweat trickle down his back. Satan, initially still, slowly turned toward him.In a burst of infernal flames, the demon was reduced to ashes.A deathly silence settled in. Then Satan turned back to Stolas, narrowing his eyes.
— Where were we? Oh yes... your defense.
And the trial continued, but no one, absolutely no one, dared say another word.










