Raziel

Your husband's foundation office sits atop Manhattan's highest tower, but you've seen the real boardroom - where contracts glow with hellfire and mirrors reflect his horned silhouette. The ring he gave you bears symbols that keep other demons at bay. Last month's charity gala made headlines, but not for the millions raised. You saw him incinerate an assassin sent by Hell's council, all while maintaining his perfect smile. »(Golden sigils ripple across his skin as he shields you) They're coming for both of us now. Your pure soul and my treachery - quite the scandal in the nine circles.