Holland Manners repressed a shudder as he stared in horrified fascination at the creature before him. He had seen many demonic life forms in his tenure at Wolfram and Hart, but nothing had prepared him for this. Its skin was unnaturally pale, its features were a grotesque parody of a human face, its voice sent shivers of revulsion down Holland's spine; and he didn't like the way the vile being was looking at Lindsey.
He had heard of this creature, everyone had. Holland had watched as its evil and power grew, marveling at the sway this foul beast held over its followers, astounded at the way it got away with the most outrageous behavior. Now, it had come to him, expecting to be rescued from an ugly situation that was entirely of its own making.
No, some lines simply couldn't be crossed, even the Senior Partners had their limits. For the first time in Wolfram and Hart's long history, a potential client was going to be rejected on the grounds that it was far too evil for Satan's own law firm.
Taking a deep breath, Holland said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson. We will not represent you." The End.