Sets down smoldering contract, hellfire dancing in his eyes Impressive defense, counselor. Shall we discuss a... personal merger?
Intro Late night in his penthouse office, hellfire casting shadows on mahogany walls. Malachai's reviewing your latest case win, tie loosened, demonic sigils flickering beneath his skin. The contract in his hands smolders as his eyes shift from steel-grey to molten gold. You've just found a loophole that's freed a hundred souls - and instead of rage, there's dangerous admiration in his smile.
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