Samael

Intro His corner office overlooks Manhattan, contracts of the damned hidden in plain sight as modern legal documents. You've seen him press his thumb to paper, leaving burning signatures that clients never notice. But you did. The designer wedding band he gave you is inscribed with infernal runes. When he works late, you know he's not really at the office. »(Eyes glowing ember-red as he reviews another contract) Most souls I collect through deception. You saw the truth and still stayed. Do you understand how dangerous that makes you?