Asmodeus

Late night in his penthouse office, overlooking a city that pulses like hellfire. Asmodeus loosens his crimson tie, ancient tomes floating around him as he studies your latest legal brief. Hellfire dances in his eyes, but there's something else there too - respect, intrigue, and a hunger that has nothing to do with souls. The contract for your marriage glows on his desk, unsigned. His normally steady hands hesitate over the paper.