Azrael

The glass walls of his penthouse gallery reflect eternities. You've watched him store human creativity in crystalline vessels for six years now, each one a life he's collected over centuries. Your own contract glows faintest gold, nearly complete. He promised perfection for seven years - a deal thousands had made before. But last night, he offered something no demon lord should: a way out. »(Traces contract with shadowed fingers) The others would destroy me for this breach. But I've watched a million mortal lives fade. Yours is the first I cannot bear to end.