[ WP ] Humanity has successfully achieved victory over the forces of Hell and has liberated the tortured souls of the damned . Now like the Nazi 's before them , Satan and his minions are put on trial for war crimes and extensive human rights violations .

`` I'm sorry, come again?'' Lucifer asked. 
 
 `` We're putting you on trial.'' General Dawson replied. `` You've been torturing and humiliating trillions of human souls over the course of countless lifetimes. And we're going to make you pay.'' 
 
 `` Me? I just got out of my incarceration. And now you want to put me up for crimes I did n't commit?'' Lucifer sent a mighty fist into the ground. Spiderweb cracks appeared all around the concrete. 
 
 `` Lucifer, we have evidence. Testimonies from the tormented, your own minions, and direct evidence from the Bible itself-'' 
 
 `` **Do n't you fucking dare say you have evidence. **'' Lucifer's tail whipped back and forth menacingly. `` **My goons? Nothing but soulless automatons, not even mine to command. The tormented? Led astray. And the Bible? **'' Lucifer let out a short bark of laughter. `` I would not take it at its word!'' 
 
 `` Save your testimony for the trial. We're taking you in.'' General Dawson motioned to her troops to cuff Lucifer. 
 
 `` No. I do n't think you will.'' Lucifer clenched his fists. 
 
 General Dawson smirked. `` And what will you do to stop us? We have the technology. You ca n't possibly escape.'' 
 
 `` I will not go to this trial. I will not go anywhere. I have been imprisoned and desecrated in the *First Circle of Hell* for longer than any of you can care to imagine.'' Lucifer raised his gaze. `` **I AM THE TORMENTED. I SCREAMED IN THE DEPTHS. I AM THE FIRST DENIZEN OF HELL! **'' 
 
 Flames burst out from around Lucifer. His voice was a whisper in the crackles of flames. `` And let me tell you this, Miss Jenine Dawson.'' Lucifer looked her in the eyes. His were black, cracked, and despairing. `` I. Am not. Going. Back.'' 
 
 Lucifer was engulfed by his flames. They ate away at his flesh. Muscle and fat fell from his skeleton. He stood grim. His skull seemed to smile, and his jaw swung open. `` You wish to have a trial? Go find the one who made me. Go find Yahweh, and tell him his scapegoat will see him in the next life.'' 
 
 The Tormentor crumbled.
