Editing The Secret Defenders (Hybrid 70) (section)

==='''Jennifer Walters/She-Devil'''===

"You want to sue for what?" Jennifer Walters tried very hard not to shriek. High powered attorneys did not shriek. Nor did seven foot tall blue demons. Devils. Whatever.

It was unseemly. That's the point.

"My cut." The scrawny goblin wrung his hands nervously. "Look, getting cut up, burned, and tossed around? Dat's part of da gig. We all knows dat goin' in. Henchin' ain't easy. But I did da job, and I deserves my cut. Ya cain't just stiff a goblin. Ain't right."

Jen sighed. The disgusting little runt had a point. And she'd just read something about a "Devil's Due Principle" in Scratch v Faustus. Maybe...

"Alright, Mr. -"

"No names. We're careful with names. Just Mister's good."

"Of course. Mister. We'll take your case. About our fee..."

"Contingency? I'm a little tapped, on account of I ain't..."

"...got your cut. Of course. Forty percent of whatever we win."

"Forty! Dat's! Dat's! Dat's robbery!"

"That's contingency law in Hell, Mister. You don't like it, find another attorney."

"But no one else will touch dis case!"

"Hence forty. Keep whining, it can be forty five."

Jen Walters was on her way to being an exclusive corporate attorney at one of the most prestigious firms in New York, until a car accident left her on the brink of death. A heart transplant saved her life. Unbeknownst to Walters, the organ came from a soul who'd made a rather unfortunate pact with a greater devil, promising "my heart and soul for all time" in exchange for a life of worldly pleasures. Post-transplant, Jen hence shares her form with a being of unpronounceable name everyone simply calls She-Devil. Fortunately, the regular conflict and double dealing inherent in interdimensional law keeps She-Devil sufficiently entertained that the two have managed to avoid conflict, and the diabolic form lets Walters survive her more inhospitable courtrooms.