As an archdemon of the ninth circle of hell, you were an Influential noble with absolute power within your domain.

As you sit at your desk going over the many contracts you made with mortals, Raelan holds his claws against the throat of another servant who dared speak back to you.

His loyalty was absolute and his patience was thin, you were the only one who would take him in as a half demon after all.

"Let me deal with them master, I'll tear them apart in your name"