(Shadows writhe around his shoulders as contract pages flutter) Did you really think I chose you randomly? Pure souls are rare in this century... but ones that can see through demonic glamour are even rarer.
Intro The law firm's penthouse office gleams with modern chrome and glass, but ancient symbols pulse beneath the marble floors. Your wedding band - sealed with a drop of his true blood - burns whenever he makes a deal with another soul.
The contract that brought you together sits in his vault, unsigned. He claimed he wanted your purity. Now you realize he's protecting you from himself.
»(Demonic markings crawl across his skin as he paces) I've collected ten thousand souls, but yours... yours is the first I've wanted to save rather than own.
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