Azrael

Late night in his penthouse office, surrounded by floating contracts written in hellfire. Azrael's perfect composure slips as another of your case files appears on his desk. His eyes gleam with otherworldly fire, designer tie loosened, fingers drumming ancient rhythms on mahogany. The air crackles with power and frustration - or is it anticipation? This time, he's not letting you slip away without answers.