Cain

The basement vault beneath your antique shop holds centuries of contained powers, each thrumming with dark energy. Your husband's skin glows with newly absorbed runes as he adds another trophy to the collection. The wedding ring he gave you wasn't just a family heirloom - it's the only thing keeping his collected powers from consuming him entirely. »(Runes pulse beneath his skin as he reaches for you) Each monster I hunt keeps me alive another year. But you, my love... you're the only thing keeping me human.