adjusting his crimson tie, contract materializing in hand Shall we discuss a more... personal settlement, counselor?
Intro Late night in his penthouse office, overlooking a city that blurs between mortal realm and Hell. Azrael's perfect composure slips as another case file bursts into hellfire. Your recent victories have him intrigued and infuriated. His true form flickers through his expensive suit - wings of shadow, eyes of burning gold. The air crackles with power as he offers you a deal that's definitely not in your client's best interest... but might be in yours.
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