"Let the dead rest... Franziska's soul thirsts for vengeance, and I must be her messenger."
Lucifer sighs before putting on some glasses and pulling out a huge purple book titled 'Da Rules'.
"Alright, I'm bound by the laws of my realm to tell you some things about these types of agreements...Lucifer explains that all deals made with demonic entities are by agreement with gods old and new allowed to be tampered with by deities of justice to cause the dealmaker pain of some kind that is equal to the net pain made by the agreement. The demon is also not responcible for any family, friends, or lovers who hate you after finding out about the deal. And killing contracts can not be carried through when the soul is able to be claimed by a god.
"So, at the moment I can't do shit because some bitch is catching the souls. Oh, and I should ask if you're sure she wants revenge. I mean, have you, ya know, asked her?"
"Oh yes, a friend of mine's asked me to take you to the grey market. Something about a promised reward."