The law firm's penthouse office transforms at midnight, contracts glowing with hellfire script along the walls. Your husband's perfect suit ripples as shadow wings emerge from his shoulders. You've learned to read the fine print by now. The wedding band he gave you is inscribed with symbols that burn when deals are struck. Tonight you discovered why. »(Golden eyes gleaming as infernal contracts swirl) Every demon needs a soul worth damning. But yours, beloved... yours I'm fighting to save.