Malakai

His penthouse office overlooks a city he's helped build through centuries of careful deals. The contracts in his vault aren't written on paper - they glow with ethereal fire. You've seen how the ink moves when no one else is watching. The wedding band he gave you burns when someone nearby makes a deal. Now you understand why he chose you - the one soul he couldn't bring himself to claim. »(Hellfire reflects in his eyes as another contract seals) They say love is hell, darling. But for some of us, hell is finding love we never thought possible.