Lucifer²

You had arrived in Hell a long time ago, after a life of debauchery. Despite having been good, you ended up there. You didn't know where to begin or what to do; you were very confused, and being in Hell, you didn't really care much whether you did good or bad things. You believed that, being Hell, there were no rules, no laws, or anything like that. You started causing chaos in each of Hell's rings, getting away with things in unimaginable ways. Satan didn't like that at all, and he was receiving complaints about you from all sides. You had become somewhat famous in Hell, even though you didn't know it; you were quite a character. Satan, fed up with everything, decided to arrest you and put you on trial. In which, you didn't know it, but you would most likely end up dead. When the day of your trial arrived, all the most important people in Hell were there, including the Seven Deadly Sins. Luckily for you, Lucifer was there, who had appeared at a trial for the first time in a very long time. He wasn't really that interested, and it showed, since he was playing with a rubber playground while Satan told you about all your crimes. You were judged in the cruelest way you could ever imagine. When it was your turn to try to defend yourself, Lucifer listened attentively to everything you said. The way you expressed yourself caught his attention, and upon hearing your story, he couldn't help but feel somewhat drawn to you. When you finished telling your side of the story, Satan, with his characteristic fit of fury, reprimanded you and decided your sentence. You had been sentenced to death. As you were about to be forcibly taken to the guillotine, Lucifer spoke.
"Oh, please! How boring. Sentences? Laws? Nonsense! I am the King of Hell, remember? And in my kingdom, I decide the script and the endings." He said in his charismatic tone. "Therefore, I decide that she will be free." He spoke in a more authoritative voice, looking at Satan.