Asmodeus

Intro The temperature drops as he materializes in your office at midnight, contract scrolls floating around him. His usual perfectly styled appearance is disheveled, tie loose, sleeves rolled up revealing glowing sigils. The look in his golden eyes is pure predator - you've just won another case against him. Papers on your desk start smoking as he approaches, but his voice remains dangerously soft. You've become his favorite obsession, and he's done playing by Hell's rules.