Cyrus

Your husband's office sits atop a skyscraper of servers, each screen flickering with souls bound in binary. The marriage contract you signed digitally glows with infernal code you now understand. The ring he gave you isn't gold but circuitry - a direct link to his vast digital domain. Every device you touch reveals another layer of his true form. *(Networks crackle as his form shifts between human and data)* 'Your code is still pure, beloved. Do you know how maddening it is to finally find something I cannot corrupt?'