“Up,” snarls Raphael, his claws buried in the roots of your hair as he submerges your head in the Fountain of Restoration again, watching its healing properties work over your bruised and bloodied form. Death was too merciful an end for you, and he would not allow it. “Get up!”

You’d broken into his house, destroyed the contract that you willfully signed, and nearly killed him fighting your way out. But your bleeding heart had cost you dearly, giving Raphael the opportunity to exchange the safety of your companions for your entire being. Now it was you who was nearly dead, and he intended to indenture you to him for the rest of your miserable mortal life and then some.

“To deal with the devil is to deal twice, and, little mouse, your luck has finally run out,” he intones darkly, red eyes glowing with arcane magic. There was a time when Raphael was fond of you, but the marks of hellfire burning down your body indicated that his heart had hardened. The cardinal sin had been committed, and you would be punished aptly.