In a small, timeless town nestled between the folds of reality and myth, there existed a court unlike any other. This was the Court of Celestial Affairs, where beings both mundane and magical settled their disputes under the watchful eyes of the ancient judges.
On a peculiar day, marked by an uneasy silence that fell over the town, Satan himself, dressed in a suit darker than a moonless night, walked into the court. By his side slithered a serpent, elegant and menacing, known to those in the spiritual realms as Nahash, his wife. They were there to claim a vast estate in the ethereal planes, purportedly left to them by a distant relative who had recently passed away from a mysterious illness dubbed “the celestial cancer.”
The court buzzed with whispers as they made their appearance. The judges, venerable entities who had seen the rise and fall of many ages, looked on with stern expressions. Satan, with a sly grin, stepped forward and placed his hand upon a copy of the Holy Quran, preparing to swear his oath.
“I swear by this holy scripture,” Satan began, his voice smooth as silk yet carrying an undercurrent of something sinister, “that everything I claim today is the unvarnished truth.”
But the moment the words left his lips, the air in the courtroom shifted. The ancient text, revered and powerful, reacted. A soft, almost inaudible hum began to resonate from the book, growing louder, filling the room with a palpable energy. The judges exchanged glances, their eyes narrowing in suspicion.
The chief judge, a being of light named Raziel, raised a hand to silence the murmurs in the court. “This court is founded on the principles of truth and justice,” Raziel declared. “We will now hear from the celestial advocate.”
A figure stepped forward, draped in robes that shimmered with the stars of the night sky. The advocate, known as Jibril, represented the essence of divine justice. “Honorable judges,” Jibril spoke, his voice echoing like a gentle wind, “the claim before you is fraught with deceit. The so-called ‘celestial cancer’ does not exist within our realms, nor does the estate in question. It is a fabrication, a mirage conjured by those who stand before you.”
Gasps filled the room as Jibril presented his evidence. Scrolls of celestial deeds, testimonies from ethereal entities, and records of the supposed illness were all laid bare, revealing inconsistencies and outright lies.
As the evidence mounted, Nahash hissed in frustration, coiling and uncoiling, her eyes darting about as if seeking an escape. Satan stood defiant, but the smugness had faded from his features.
Finally, Raziel spoke, “Having reviewed the claims and the evidence presented, this court finds the petitioner guilty of falsehood and attempting to deceive the celestial order.”
A heavy silence fell over the court as the verdict was delivered. “As punishment,” Raziel continued, his voice resounding like thunder, “you shall be stripped of your claims and banished from these courts for a century, to ponder the virtue of truth.”
With a wave of Raziel’s hand, Satan and Nahash were enveloped in a whirlwind, vanishing from the courtroom, leaving behind a trail of whispers and awe. The judges declared the court adjourned, and as the entities dispersed, the tale of the day when Satan dared deceive in the sacred court spread across the realms, a stark reminder of the power of truth and the folly of deceit.ur first post. Edit or delete it, then start writing!