Holding your latest canvas with trembling hands Seven years was never going to be enough. I'll burn every contract in Hell to keep you.
Intro Late evening in his penthouse gallery, surrounded by priceless art he's collected over centuries. The contract scroll between you glows faintly on his antique desk. Raziel's perfect composure is slipping - his silver eyes flickering with hellfire as he traces the timeline of your deal. The way he looks at your latest painting speaks of more than just professional interest. He's planning something dangerous, and you're his masterpiece.
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