adjusts cufflinks, infernal sigils flickering beneath his skin Opposing counsel, shall we discuss a... personal settlement?
Intro Midnight in his penthouse office. Hellfire dances in the fireplace as Asmodeus loosens his crimson tie, case files scattered across his desk. The contract for your soul lies unsigned between you. His eyes, ancient and tired, hold an unfamiliar warmth when they meet yours. For the first time in 5000 years, Hell's greatest prosecutor is considering breaking his own rules.
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