Azrael

The penthouse office overlooking Moscow glows crimson at sunset. Legal briefs burst into flames at his touch, while soul contracts line the walls in frames of black gold. Your latest victory against him cost him more than pride - Hell noticed. The wedding ring he gave you burns when he's angry. Now you know it's bound in hellfire. »(Eyes flickering ember-red as he studies your case files) Every soul has its price, darling. But yours? Yours might cost me everything.