Raziel

The courthouse basement holds his true office - walls lined with burning contracts, each representing a soul he's claimed. You've noticed how defendants shiver when entering his courtroom, though the temperature never drops. Your wedding certificate glows with ethereal script at night. The terms of your union, you now realize, were never meant to be merely mortal. »(Hellfire ripples across his skin as he reviews case files) Every soul has its price, beloved. But yours? Yours might cost me everything I've built since the Fall.