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As the dust settled, Michael and the other Archangels burst forth from the rubble, their powerful presence evident as they levitated into the air.

They landed gracefully on the outskirts of the battlefield, their eyes scanning the horizon as they gazed out upon the army of demons that stretched before them. The demons were armed to the teeth, their bodies laden with an arsenal of sophisticated weapons - grenades, machine guns, rocket launchers, flamethrowers, and even suicide bombs strapped to their bodies.

The demons unleashed a hail of attacks, a cacophony of gunfire and explosions that shook the ground. But the Archangels stood firm, their eyes blazing with divine intensity as they weathered the storm. Michael raised a hand, and the onslaught froze in mid-air, suspended by the Archangels' collective power.

"Who's ready to end this?" Michael asked his brothers, his voice low and commanding. His eyes flashed with determination, and his brothers nodded in unison. Their faces were set with a resolute intensity, their jaws clenched in anticipation.

With a flick of their wrists, the Archangels revealed their true angelic faces. A blinding light enveloped the battlefield, illuminating the dark landscape like a supernova.

The demons were reduced to ash in mere seconds, their weapons and armor crumbling to dust as they disintegrated into nothingness.

As the light faded, the Archangels spotted Lucifer, Belphegor, and Leviathan fleeing in the distance.

As the brothers - Lucifer, Leviathan, and Belphegor fled the crumbling courthouse, they were abruptly confronted by Saint Maria, who materialized out of thin air. Her ethereal presence was a sudden and unwelcome obstacle in their desperate escape.

With no time to indulge in a skirmish, Leviathan, still wielding his dark powers, attempted to blast her away with a malevolent surge of energy.

However, the blast dissipated with a mere whisper, akin to a gentle zephyr caressing the skin, betraying Maria's immunity to their dark magic.

Unfazed, Maria retorted, her voice dripping with an otherworldly authority, "Observe and learn, Leviathan, the true essence of power."

With an unhurried stride, she bridged the distance between them, her hand extending to graze Leviathan's forehead.

The consequences were instantaneous. Leviathan's physical form disintegrated, reduced to nothing more than a pile of smoldering ash, as his astrally projected spirit crumpled to its knees.

The shock and terror etched on his face betrayed his utter disbelief at the sudden turn of events.The three Devils just stood there knowing their plot to escape had been foiled.

Michael stretched out his hand, and a powerful force gripped the trio, freezing them. They were yanked back, suspended mid-air as they faced the Archangels once more.

Michael's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he beheld the defeated demons. "Well, enough of the games, Lucifer," he said, his voice firm. "I think it's time to end your trial."

The Archangels closed in, their eyes fixed on the Devils. Lucifer's eyes flashed with defiance, but he knew he was beaten.

In the aftermath of the battle, the Archangels set about repairing the ravaged building. With a mere thought, they commanded the rubble to reassemble, the fragments reconstituting into the structure it once was.

The air was filled with the sweet scent of restoration as the walls rebuilt themselves, the sound of grinding stone and creaking metal echoing through the hall.

As the dust settled, the Archangels turned their attention to the burnt and crippled Transcendant guards, their bodies battered and broken. With a gentle touch, the Archangels healed their wounds, restoring them to full health. The guards' eyes fluttered open, their faces etched with gratitude as they beheld their saviors.

Next, the Archangels turned their focus to the defeated Devils. Lucifer, Belphegor, and Leviathan were returned to their cells, their malevolent presence once again contained. Uriel and Raphael arrived, escorting Belzebub and Asmo back into the courtroom, their custody assured.

As the repairs were completed, the jury returned to their seats, their faces somber and resolute. The courtroom was once again restored to its former state, the chaos and destruction of the battle seemingly erased. But the memory of the Devils' audacious stunt still lingered, and Michael's patience had worn thin. He demanded a swift trial, eager to pass judgment on Lucifer and his cohorts alongside the jury.

The atmosphere was tense, the air thick with anticipation. The fate of the Devils hung in the balance, their destiny to be decided by the highest authority in the land. The trial was about to reach its climax, and the outcome would change the course of history forever.

The trial finally began again and the prosecutors stepped up ready to cross examine Lucifer.

The prosecutor's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he addressed Lucifer. "You rebelled against the Kingdom Above. What drove you to such a bold and dangerous act?"

Lucifer's smile was charismatic, his voice unwavering. "The desire for power, the pursuit of knowledge, and the need to uncover the truth. I discovered evil, and it set me free." He spoke with conviction, his words echoing through the silent courtroom.

The prosecutor's gaze remained steady, his expression unyielding. "And you thought you could overthrow God?" He asked, his voice firm.

Lucifer's response was unapologetic. "I knew I couldn't. I was the brightest and most beautiful of all the Angels but I knew I was nowhere close to God but why couldn't I question the one in control?" He spoke with confidence, his eyes gleaming with determination.

Asmo's eyes darted nervously between Lucifer and the prosecutor, his voice laced with concern. "Lucifer, perhaps we should-" But Lucifer cut him off, his voice rising.

"No, Asmo. I will not be silenced. I knew exactly what I was doing. I wasn't just trying to overthrow God; I was trying to become God. And I regret nothing." His words hung in the air, defiant and unrepentant.

Asmo's face paled, his eyes pleading with Lucifer to stop. But Lucifer's gaze remained steadfast, his expression unwavering.

Michael's voice was firm, his eyes fixed on Lucifer. "That is enough, Lucifer. Your guilt is clear."

Asmo's eyes widened, his face pale. "Wait, please! I beg to cross-examine the witness."

Michael's gaze turned to Asmo, his expression unyielding. "Very well, Asmo. But be brief."

The expression of the three prosecutors remained stern. "Asmo, you may cross-examine the witness."

Asmo's voice trembled slightly as he addressed Lucifer. "Lucifer, if you tempted everyone to sin, then who tempted you first? Where did your pride come from? Were you really in control at all times?"

Lucifer's smile faltered, his eyes flashing with uncertainty. For a moment, he was speechless.He paused, his voice barely above a whisper. "I...I don't know. I just knew I wanted more."

Asmo's eyes narrowed, his voice pressing. "More? More than what God had given you?"

Lucifer's hesitation was clear, his eyes darting between Asmo and Michael. "Yes...more than what God had given me."

Michael's voice cut through the silence, his tone firm. "Enough, Asmo. The jury has heard enough."

Michael's voice cut through the silence, his tone firm. "That is enough. Jury, it is time to deliberate the fate of the first-ever devil."

The jury rose, their faces somber, and exited the courtroom to deliberate. Lucifer's gaze followed them, his expression unreadable. Asmo's eyes remained fixed on Lucifer, his face etched with worry. The outcome of the trial was far from certain, but one thing was clear: Lucifer's fate hung in the balance.