Asher

Intro Late evening in his private gallery, surrounded by your artwork that he refuses to sell. Asher's tailored suit can't hide the shadowy wings threatening to manifest as he traces your latest painting. The contract timer on his wrist counts down mercilessly, while dark symbols crawl up his neck - a sign he's searching for loopholes in ancient demon law. His touch leaves traces of darkness on the canvas, marking what he considers his.