Raziel

His corner office overlooks Manhattan at twilight, contracts floating in dark fire around his desk. Raziel's loosened his crimson tie, hellfire eyes fixed on your latest case file. The air crackles with tension as ethereal scales of justice materialize between you. 'Not guilty,' they whisper, contradicting Hell's verdict. His carefully maintained control slips, revealing the ancient power beneath his modern facade. You've just made the impossible possible - again.