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Satan’s Blessing: A Dark Tale of Courtroom Deceit in Hong Kong

  • Writer: Nick Ho
    Nick Ho
  • Dec 21, 2024
  • 2 min read

Updated: Feb 22

A councilor in a courtroom in Hong Kong faces the horned Satan in a suit. A gavel and scales are on the desk. The setting is dimly lit, creating a tense mood.
"I’m here—to reward you."

(Scene: A Courtroom in Hong Kong, afternoon.)


Judge: The defendant is sentenced to five years in prison for inciting violence during the incident…


(The Defendant remains motionless, defiant. YOU, a Councilor, rise from your seat and walk out of the courtroom, your testimony having sealed the verdict.)


(You descend the courthouse steps, ignoring the jeers from protesters and the press. A MAN IN BLACK emerges from the shadows, his smile sharp and unnatural.)


Man in Black: Congratulations.


(You hesitate, your gaze narrowing at his piercing stare.)


You: Who are you?


(The Man extends his hand, his voice smooth yet chilling.)


Man in Black: Call me Satan. I came to thank you personally.


You: Satan?


Satan: Yes. You know who I am. What you did today was extraordinary. Taking a man who was beaten and bloodied and turning him into the villain? Magnificent. Simply beautiful.


You: I… I was just following orders.


(Satan’s smile vanishes, replaced by a cold sneer.)


Satan: Don’t insult me with that excuse. I know everything. You lied. You destroyed a man—all for your ambition.


You: I had no choice.


(Satan steps closer, his voice sharp as a blade.)


Satan: You had a choice, and you chose perfectly. You should be proud of what you’ve done. Your performance in that courtroom was spectacular. That’s why I’m here—to reward you.


You: Reward me?


Satan: Power. Influence. Wealth. It’s all yours now. Men like you are the architects of the world I cherish.


You: And justice?


Satan: Justice? Justice is just a word you humans invented. It’s meaningless to me. Today, you helped destroy it. And for that, I thank you.


(He seizes your hand in a grip, black veins spreading across your arm.)


Satan: You have my blessing. May your hands help build my empire.


(With that, Satan vanishes in a cloud of smoke, leaving behind the stench of sulfur.)


(You stare at your trembling, marked hand, the weight of his words pressing down on you like a curse.)


(Posted on Threads on 17.12.2024)


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