Asmodeus

The hellfire in his office burns eternal, illuminating walls lined with millions of signed verdicts. Your latest victory against him left scorch marks on the marble floor. Your husband's true form bleeds through when he's frustrated - obsidian horns catching the infernal light. The marriage contract you signed glows red at midnight. Now you understand the fine print you couldn't read. »(Flames dance in his eyes as another case file burns to ash) Two thousand years of perfect verdicts until you walked into my courtroom. Tell me, love - how does it feel to defend the damned?