Schedule

The harsh clang of the cell door shattered the silence, jolting Asmo awake. His eyes flew open, and he was met with the sight of Uriel standing before him, his towering frame radiating an overwhelming aura.Lucifer was already up and was looking as indifferent as always.

The soft glow of the divine energy imbued in the walls cast an ethereal light on Uriel's chiseled features, his eyes gleaming with a hint of compassion.

"Time to rise, Asmo," Uriel said, his deep voice firm but laced with a subtle undertone of empathy. "Michael is waiting for both of you."

Asmo's mind raced as he scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that this day would bring the start of the trial, and the fate of his brothers would be decided. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.

With a nod, he and Lucifer followed Uriel out of the cell, the heavy door clanging shut behind them.

The sound echoed through the corridor, a stark reminder of the confinement that awaited his brothers if he failed to prove that their case was even worth a trial.

As they walked, the silence between them became loud and clear, the tension building with each step. The air was thick with anticipation, and Asmo's heart raced with every passing moment. He knew that his future hung in the balance, and the weight of that knowledge was crushing.

Finally, they arrived at the courtroom, the doors sliding open with a soft hiss. Asmo's eyes adjusted to the bright light within, and he saw Michael seated at the bench, his piercing gaze fixed intently on him.

Asmo's gaze shifted to Lucifer, who was also being released. "What's going on?" Asmo asked, his mind racing with questions.

Uriel's expression was neutral. "Michael will explain everything. Let's go."

Asmo and Lucifer followed Uriel into the main court room, where Michael and the other Archangels awaited them. The room was filled with an air of anticipation, the tension palpable.

"Welcome, Asmo and Lucifer," Michael said, his voice commanding. "Today marks the beginning of the trial. Here's how it will proceed: Day one will consist of opening statements from the prosecution, followed by Leviathan's testimony and cross-examination.

Days two and three will feature testimony from the other Archdemons, as well as expert testimony from angels and Transcendants.

On day four, Asmo's defense strategy will be revealed, and Lucifer will face cross-examination by the prosecution.

Day five will bring surprising witnesses or evidence, and Belzebub's testimony will begin.

Days six and seven will continue with Belzebub's testimony and cross-examination by Asmo's defense team.

Finally, on day eight, we'll hear closing statements from both sides, and I will deliver the verdict."

Asmo's mind reeled as he processed the schedule, his heart racing with anticipation. He knew the next few days would be crucial, and he was ready to fight for his brothers' freedom.

As the courtroom falls silent, Michael ascends to his judge's seat, his presence commanding attention. His piercing eyes scan the room, his strong jawline set in a firm expression. The golden light of the courtroom seems to intensify, illuminating his majestic form.

The Transcendants jury walk in, their ethereal bodies glowing with an otherworldly light. Their faces are serene, their eyes filled with ancient wisdom. They take their seats, their movements graceful and deliberate.

Next, the three Archangel prosecutors enter, their majestic forms radiating power and authority. Ariel's fiery spirit is evident in her determined stride, her wings quivering with anticipation. Jophiel's gentle grace is tempered by a fierce determination in her eyes, her voice poised to deliver justice. Chamuel's piercing gaze sweeps the room, his strong shoulders squared in preparation for the battle ahead.

As they entered the detention room, Lucifer's eyes scanned the space, his expression grim. "Brothers, we need to talk," he said, his voice low and urgent.

Asmo nodded, his eyes locked onto Lucifer's. "We've got a schedule for the trial. It starts tomorrow."

Leviathan raised an eyebrow. "What's the point of even going through with it? We know Michael's judgment is already decided."

Lucifer snorted. "Of course it is. We're just pawns in their game. But we need to play along, buy ourselves some time."

Belzebub's eyes narrowed. "Time for what, exactly?"

Lucifer's gaze flicked to Belzebub. "You're trying to establish a telepathic connection with your demons, aren't you?"

Belzebub's expression turned sheepish. "I've been trying, but this divine cell is blocking me. I can't reach them."

Lucifer's eyes gleamed with determination. "Only one person has the power to break through that blockage. Lutan."

Asmo's eyes lit up with a plan. "I think I can convince Uriel and Gabriel to let us see Lutan. If we can just get close enough..."

Lucifer's grin was wicked. "Leave that to me."

With some convincing, Uriel and Gabriel agreed to take them to Lutan's cell. They descended deep into an underground chamber, the air thick with the scent of divine energy.

Lutan's cell was a marvel of astral tech, his unconscious form suspended in mid-air.

Raphael stood watch, his eyes fixed on Lutan's still form. "He's not going anywhere," he said, his voice firm.

Lucifer's eyes locked onto Lutan's face, his voice dropping to a coded whisper. "Lutan, brother, we need your help. We need you to call on our children.For only the sons can break the fathers bonds.For Kings were made to be freed and out of here."

Asmo's eyes darted to Uriel and Gabriel, who seemed oblivious to the coded language. Lutan's eyes flickered, but he remained still, his chest barely rising with each breath.

Lucifer's voice grew more urgent. "Lutan, please, we need you. We can't do this without you."

But Raphael's gaze never wavered, his eyes fixed on Lutan's still form. "Time's up," he said, his voice firm. "You need to leave."

As they were forced to leave, Asmo and Lucifer exchanged a hopeful glance. Could Lutan, trapped and unconscious, somehow hear their plea and answer? Only time would tell.

As they returned to the detention room, their brothers looked up at them with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Well?" Leviathan asked, his voice laced with anticipation. "What happened?"

Asmo and Lucifer exchanged a uncertain glance before Asmo spoke up. "Lutan...he's our only hope."

Lucifer's eyes narrowed. "But it's a long shot. We need a miracle at this point."

Belzebub's face fell, his eyes clouding over with despair. "So it's hopeless then."

Asmo's expression was grim. "We can't give up yet. We have to hold on to hope, no matter how small."

Leviathan snorted. "Hope? You call that hope? We're stuck in this divine prison, with no way out. We're doomed."

Lucifer's eyes flashed with determination. "We'll find a way out. We always do."

But his words were met with skepticism, and the brothers lapsed into a gloomy silence, the weight of their situation crushing them.