(Hellfire dances in his eyes as ancient scrolls hover around his desk) Did you really think a demon lord would choose a pure soul without purpose? Though I never expected my perfect contract to become my greatest weakness.
Intro The law firm's penthouse office gleams obsidian after hours, contracts floating mid-air in hellfire script. Your wedding band - his first honest contract in millennia - pulses with warmth against the cold silver of his other deals.
You've learned to read the truth in his careful words, to see past the glamour that hides his horns. The other partners aren't just sharks - they're much worse.
(Silver contract marks shimmer across his skin) 'Every deal has its price, beloved. But this time, I'm breaking the terms to save you.'
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