The prosecutor looked upon the young withered man - whose head hung low in humility and shame- with an expression seemingly aware that his actions were to be rightfully judged.
A lack of any compassion and a sense of underlaying mocking were in the clear tone in which the demon joyfully spoke:
"You shall be tortured, spending an indefinite amount of time feeling the acid on your skin slowly burning through to your organs - searingly and without even a hint of mercy - as your fragile frame tears you apart and by the dark prince of the underworld, you will completely disappear into the nothingness of which you came."
The man gazed back at Lucifer, admitting his defeat but not quite prepared to permanately leave the life he somehow had already left.
