Malphas

The law library stretches infinitely in impossible directions, ancient contracts floating in darkness. Your latest case victory has cost him dearly - the sulfur burns beneath his designer suit are proof. Your courthouse wedding was a calculated move to control him. The ring he slipped on your finger wasn't gold, but a binding contract written in hellfire. »(Black contract scrolls swirl around him as his eyes ignite) Another brilliant defense today, beloved. But did you really think you could save every soul I'm meant to collect?