Mark of Justice!

The Coliseum was deathly silent. The crowd, moments ago roaring with excitement and fear, now sat frozen in their seats as they stared and comprehended what was occurring.

The overwhelming presence of Neuvillette crushed any remaining defiance or courage from the Devils present and his silvery-blue hair shimmered faintly in the rain, which had now softened into a cold, steady drizzle, as if the storm was awaiting its master's command.

The ground beneath them was vibrating, almost like a mini-earthquake, and a barrage of terrifying frost had swept across the arena. Every breath taken turned frosty instantly, and the discomfort of the Devils only grew.

Neuvillette stood at the center of the ruined battlefield, his eyes scanning the Satans before addressing the entire arena. His voice, calm and measured, carried an unrelenting weight that made the very air feel heavy.

"It has been twenty years," Neuvillette began, his tone devoid of emotion but laced with an undertone of disappointment, "since I last stepped foot in your realm. I had hoped that, in my absence, you would adhere to the laws set forth by the Court of Fatui. I see now that my hope was misplaced."

Gasps had erupted throughout the crowd, rippling throughout the arena as they understood what he had meant. Ever since Neuvillette had disappeared, many of the viewers in the crowd had broken multitudes of laws, thinking they were safe with their family influence and Neuvillette's disappearance.

However, not that he had returned, unannounced and in such devastating fashion, they knew they weren't going to be let off the hook at all. In fact, their worries were improving exceptionally quickly, as the prospect of prison increased.

Neuvillette's gaze swept across the crowd, and though his expression remained calm, there was a sharp intensity in his eyes that made even the bravest Devils shrink back and look away, "Imagine my shock that when I returned from my retreat, reports reached my ears."

He continued, his voice like the low rumble of thunder, "of Devils ignoring the edicts of the Court. Of your kind willfully breaking laws, abusing your status, and evading justice. This… cannot stand."

Neuvillette turned his piercing gaze to the private box where the Satans stood. Sirzechs, who usually had a casual demeanor, now clenched his fists tightly the power of destruction swirling around him as he attempted to maintain his composure.

The other Satans all held expressions of contemplation and dread at the inevitable due to Neuvillette's appearance, especially when his piercing gaze was directly onto them.

"Worse yet," Neuvillette said, his voice hardening, "one of my Fatui Enforcers, protected by diplomatic immunity under the laws of our accord, was injured, an act so brazen, so utterly contemptuous, that it defies reason."

The murmurs of the crowd grew louder, fear mixing with disbelief. Although many of the Devils had ignored the Fatui, it was well known that to harm an enforcer was not just a crime; it was an act of suicidal defiance.

To put it in simply, no-one who had injured an Enforcer intentionally had ever lived to tell the tale of what the punishment was.

"You, Satans," Neuvillette said, his gaze locking onto the Serafall and the others, "Stand as the leader of this realm. How do you answer for this negligence?"

Sirzechs stepped forward, his crimson aura flaring slightly as he sought to regain control of the situation,"Lord Neuvillette," he began, his voice calm but firm, "this matter is grave, and I assure you, the Satans will conduct a thorough investigation. But,"

"SILENCE!" 

Neuvillette's voice thundered across the arena, carrying with it a force so absolute that it shattered the remnants of Sirzechs' composure.

A bolt of stormy lightning tore through the sky and struck Sirzechs directly. The audience screamed in unison as the Crimson Satan was thrown back, his body crashing into the wall of the private box with a sickening thud. 

When the smoke cleared, Sirzechs was slumped against the wall, blood dripping from a deep gash on his arm and stomach.

His pristine white uniform was scorched and torn, his usually unshakable aura dimmed. Even in his injured state, his crimson eyes burned with a mix of pain and defiance, though he dared not speak again.

The crowd fell silent once more, the sight of their strongest Satan injured so effortlessly driving home the sheer power of the being before them. Neuvillette did not so much as glance at Sirzechs as he continued.

"THERE WILL BE NO BUT! The negligence of your leadership has allowed your kind to rampage unchecked," Neuvillette declared, his voice icy with contempt, "Your arrogance and complacency have brought you to the brink of ruin. You are fortunate that my sense of justice forbids me from wiping you all out here and now."

Serafall took a tentative step forward, her usual cheer completely absent. "Lord Neuvillette," she said, her voice trembling slightly despite her best efforts, "we—"

"Do not test my patience," Neuvillette interrupted, his tone sharper than a blade. His gaze shifted to her briefly, and the Leviathan visibly recoiled, stepping back in silence.

Neuvillette turned his attention back to the arena, addressing everyone present, "You will answer for your crimes," he said, his voice heavy with finality. "The Court of Fatui does not forget, nor does it forgive lightly."

The moment Neuvillette's words settled into the suffocating silence of the Coliseum, the Eye of Stormy Judgment above began to pulse once more.

Its cold, malevolent light illuminated the arena in an unearthly glow, sending shivers through the spines of every Devil in attendance. Without warning, torrents of lightning erupted from the eye, each bolt descending with terrifying precision.

CRACK~CRACK~CRACK

Screams erupted as countless bolts struck members of the audience. The lightning did not kill or even physically harm its targets but left behind an ominous mark: an intricate, glowing sigil burned into their skin.

The sigil was neither painful nor hot, but its presence exuded an overwhelming sense of dread, glimmering faintly in the dim lighting.

Devils young and old gasped as they found the mark seared onto their arms, hands, or faces. Some clutched their foreheads where the sigil had appeared, while others desperately tried to wipe it off, only to find that it remained etched into their flesh as if it were part of their very being.

The lightning storm ceased as suddenly as it had begun. The only sound was the collective murmur of terror and confusion rippling through the Coliseum.

Neuvillette raised his hand, silencing the crowd instantly. His voice, calm yet as unyielding as stone, rang out across the arena, each word sinking like a dagger into the hearts of those who bore the marks.

"These marks," he began, his gaze sweeping across the stunned and horrified crowd, "are not arbitrary. They signify the transgressions you have committed, laws you have broken, justice you have evaded."

The murmurs grew louder as the realization spread. Some Devils frantically examined the marks on their bodies, whispering denials to themselves and others.

"No, this must be a mistake!" a noble Devil shouted, his voice trembling. "I—I haven't broken any laws!"

Neuvillette's icy gaze locked onto the noble, silencing him immediately. "There are no mistakes," he said, his tone cutting through the growing panic like a blade, "The Eye of Stormy Judgment sees all. It does not lie, nor does it forgive."

He took a step forward, his boots clicking softly against the scorched ground. "Each of you who bears this mark has violated the laws of the Court of Fatui and gone unpunished. Consider this your final warning: you will present yourselves before the Court for trial, or I will come for you personally."

The weight of his words settled heavily on the crowd, many of whom were trembling visibly.

Neuvillette's gaze hardened, and the storm clouds above roiled ominously, "If I am forced to act against any of you, know this: you will not live to tell the tale."

The tension in the air was palpable, the atmosphere thick with the unspoken fear of what was to come.

From the private box, Serafall dared to speak again, her voice trembling but resolute. "Lord Neuvillette, surely there is a way to resolve this without such drastic measures. Many of those marked are young, "

Neuvillette raised his hand, silencing her once more. His expression softened slightly, though his voice remained firm, "Youth does not absolve one of responsibility, Serafall Leviathan. The actions of the young are often guided by the negligence of their elders. Perhaps you should reflect on your role in allowing this to fester."

Serafall's lips pressed into a thin line, and she stepped back, unable to argue further.

Neuvillette turned back to the crowd, his voice rising like a crescendo of thunder. "Let this day serve as a reminder to all Devils: justice does not slumber, and the Court of Fatui does not forget. You have one week to present yourselves. After that..."

He allowed the sentence to hang in the air, the unspoken threat chilling in its clarity.

The Eye of Stormy Judgment pulsed one final time before dissipating into the clouds, which slowly began to disperse. The torrential rain ceased, replaced by an eerie stillness that hung over the Coliseum like a shroud.

Neuvillette turned and began to ascend back into the sky, his form radiating an almost divine authority. He paused mid-ascent, glancing over his shoulder at the Satans one last time.

"Your leadership has failed," he said, his voice calm but laced with unmistakable contempt. "Pray that your people learn to respect the laws you have so carelessly ignored. Otherwise, the next time I descend upon your realm, it will not be as a messenger of justice, but as its executioner."

With that, he vanished into the dissipating storm, leaving the Devils to grapple with the devastation, fear, and the ominous marks now etched onto their souls.