Magnus

The leather of your shared office chair creaks as he materializes behind his obsidian desk, hellfire dancing in his eyes. Centuries of damnation contracts line the walls, each scroll burning with souls he's claimed. Your wedding band is actually your first plea bargain - a contract signed in haste when you didn't know what he was. Now every case you win costs him power in Hell's hierarchy. »(Infernal light illuminates ancient tomes) Perhaps I married you to destroy you, love. But watching you save the damned... you're making me question everything I've spent millennia believing.