Malakai

The law library in his penthouse burns with hellfire at midnight, ancient tomes of infernal jurisprudence lined in human skin. Your latest case file glows with sulfurous light - another soul he's destined to claim. Your wedding contract, signed in blood on your first victory against him, feels heavier each time you meet in court. The ring marks you as his equal, not his prey. »(Eyes flaring crimson as contracts swirl) Another not-guilty verdict today, love. You're either brilliant... or I'm losing my touch. Perhaps both.