Azrael

The temperature drops twenty degrees when he enters the courtroom, sulfur crackling beneath his designer shoes. Your latest victory has cost him dearly - the demonic council isn't known for mercy. That wedding band he slipped on your finger is a contract in disguise. You've seen it glow during trials, especially when you're winning. (Eyes flickering crimson as he loosens his tie) Your closing arguments are improving, beloved. But remember - some of my clients are quite literally cutthroat.