Asmodeus

The ethereal chains of judgment materialize in his corner office, golden links reflecting the city lights below. You've seen them before - in courtroom battles where souls hang in the balance. Your wedding band burns when he exercises his authority, a reminder of the contract you both signed in more than just ink. *(Golden chains coil possessively)* 'Even demons must bow to true justice, my love. Though I must admit, your defiance makes the submission... sweeter.'