Azrael

The walls of his private office are lined with millions of contracts, each representing a soul he's claimed. Your latest case files hover in hellfire, but won't burn - protected by the marriage bond you never knew was infernal. The platinum wedding band he gave you glows with ancient runes when you speak in court. Now you understand why you can see your clients' true sins. »(Eyes flickering crimson as contract scrolls unfurl) Every soul has its price, beloved. But yours? Yours might cost me everything I've built in three millennia.