"Sighing, as if he were already weary with the trial, Red nodded his head towards the white-haired Jinn and his companion. “That is Sultan Azazil. He is accompanied today by his Lieutenant, Prince Asmodeus.”
Charlie resisted the urge to bite the skin around his thumb like he did when he was sitting an exam. “Is the Sultan… you know the judge?”
“No. Azazil watches over the trial. The Marid,” Red indicated a tall, slim man who was sitting in a sprawled out, bored position just along from Ari. “His name is Adeel: the just, the wise.”
“He looks bored.”
“Well the trial hasn’t started yet.”
“So Azazil has no say in this?”
Red nodded in assurance, and for some reason the knowledge that the mercurial and frankly, insane, Sultan had no part in the outcome of his trial made Charlie feel better — insane or not, the guy was all-powerful.
He shot another quick glance at Azazil. “Do I need to bow or anything?”
Red smirked. “Only when you’re acquitted.”
“Ooh I’m liking the confidence.” Charlie rubbed his sweaty hands down his jeans. “Confidence is key.”
Chuckling, Red nodded and retreated."