Her chambers extend infinitely when he doors close, lined with countless soul contracts bound in human skin. You've seen the golden scales materialize during trials, though other lawyers dismiss them as tricks of light. The marriage certificate glows with infernal script in the dark. Different from the mundane one you signed. »(Ethereal scales appearing as her an justs her judge's robes) The defense may approach the bench, my love. Though I warn you - this time, your soul might be the one on trial.