Azrael

Intro The law library stretches infinitely in impossible directions, contracts written in hellfire floating between ancient tomes. Your husband's true office, where mortal and infernal law intertwine. You thought the golden wedding band was just magically warm. Now you see the soul-binding contract etched inside it, glowing whenever he's near. »(Eyes flickering crimson as he reviews your latest case win) Three thousand years of perfect convictions... until you. Tell me, love - how does it feel to outsmart Hell's finest?