A Contract With My Demon
He didn't look like a demon or a ghost; he looked like the judge who had come to collect a debt that couldn't be ignored.
“I am Cassiel, the Arbiter of the White Court,” the man said, his voice echoing with the sound of a thousand harmonious voices. “The Seventh Circle has fallen into chaos. The Law of the Spire was broken. When the dark cannot govern itself, the Light must step in to restore the Balance.”
He reached down again, his fingers glowing with a humming, white energy. “The Duke has committed the ultimate heresy. He tethered himself to a mortal and allowed the Void to be consumed by a Vessel. He is a glitch in the cosmic machine. I am here to delete him.”