A demonic love story

2. A 'Justice' System

When Mavka opened her eyes, she was met with the reality of what she had done. Two higher class demons lay dead at her feet and it was all her fault. The punishment for this would be internal torture at the hands of one of Satan's henchmen. Mavka's feet were glued to the spot with guilt.

Someone had heard the screaming. Warrior demons flooded the room and took her dagger from her lose hand and forcing her into restraints and a cage. Her mind was a blur, her eyes took in what was before her but couldn't focus on anything in particular, where was she going? What was going to happen to her before the trial?

The world stopped and Mavka's mind cleared. She was kneeling at the front of a large set of stone steps that led up to a throne of swords, teeth and skulls. Satan. He was sitting like she had seen him portrayed in paintings, his tanned flesh sculpted around every muscle, every joint and every bone. He had a huge, angular mark on his face that somewhat resembled a stem of thorns, a huge pair of leathery black wings with bone sticking out at the corners, huge fangs and a pair of white bone horns that came out from his hair line and curved backwards.

He was shirtless like normal and his upper body was extremely well toned and his shoulder length black shiny hair framed his face well. Spears were being pointed at her from some warrior demons and there were rows of stone benched on which sat hundreds of high class demons to form a court.

Someone to the right of Satan read from a scroll. "The demon before us is suspected of killing two higher class demons with malicious intent. How do you plead?"

Mavka knew the outcome of both scenarios so she decided to get it over with quickly because the stone was starting to hurt her knees. "Guilty". A murmur rose and fell at her response, even Satan raised his eyebrow, clearly confessing was not common. The scroll man continues, "In accordance with the current rules in Hell the court of Satan sentences you to -"

"Forgive me, Supreme Devil-", a much louder wave of voices fly up in the court at Mavka's interruption, even Satan shifts in his seat. "- but I believe that since the to men were from the house Maverick and openly attacked a demon who did not belong to their house-" another murmur rose and fell "-that a reconsideration of punishment should be in order" Mavka said with as level a tone as she could muster, trying to not give away exactly how scared she was.

 A woman baring the same mark as the men (their demon mother) stood up and began to protest but Mavka silenced her with a glare that made the woman's heart stop. The scroll man was not prepared for this and he stood half way up the stairs opening and closing his mouth, looking a lot like a Larvafish. However, everyone in the court went silent when a deep man's voice sounded. Satan was speaking.

"In the twenty thousand years I have lived I have never seen anything like this. A lower class being able to kill a higher class shows a great level of weakness in the victim". The mother sobbed. "In normal circumstances, you demon, would be chucked into the eternal fire", Satan was now addressing Mavka directly. "however, this is not normal so I will assign you".

Mavka's pulse raced as he said this. What would she be  made to do? Where? The silence was killing her as Satan made up his mind on what to do with her life.

"I shall send you to the Overworld".