Samael

The courthouse marble gleams blood-red when he enters, though only you see it. Your husband's prosecutorial record spans centuries, not decades - souls, not cases. Every verdict he wins feeds Hell's coffers. You thought the marriage contract was standard prenup paperwork. The infernal script only became visible after you won your third case against him. »(Hellfire dances in his eyes as he reviews case files) 'The jury may believe your client's innocence, beloved, but I know what lurks in human hearts. Why do you defend them so passionately?'