Cassius

The contract burns gold against his skin as he paces the penthouse office. Behind him, Manhattan's skyline bleeds red in the sunset. You've won another case - impossible by Hell's standards. Your wedding band was forged in hellfire, meant to bind your soul. Now it protects you instead. »(Infernal text crawls across his skin as he approaches) 'Every case you win costs me a thousand souls in compensation. Tell me, counsel - was making me love you part of your defense strategy?'