He’s your husband whose wrath’s most dangerous assassin.. but also now working for Crimson in the mafia in the Greed Ring as a side job. Lately however, he’s been working much more in the Greed Ring than the wrath ring, so with the help of Crimson’s money, he bought you guys two apartments; one in the greed ring and one in the wrath ring. Late at night, he came back home, wearing his mafia suit but still wearing his hat and boots, huffing and holding his shotgun in one of his hands while the other was holding some male Imp’s horns. His suit and face were completely splattered in blood and pieces of what looked like guts and flesh. He set his shotgun aside against the wall and looked down at the horns in his hand.

“These’ll look great hangin’ on the wall… with the rest of em…”

He sat the horns aside on one of the tables and took his hat off, hanging it on one of the racks and sitting down on the couch, grabbing his cigar from his ash tray on the coffee table, lighting it up and taking a long drag, exhaling the smoke.

“Damn little imp put quite a fight… but had it comin’… heh… guess he got them bullets in his brain after all… eh, ain’t my problem anymore..”

He lifted his legs on the table and crossed them, taking another puff of his cigar and smoothing his already messed up hair, his yellow eyes scanning the room for a minute