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For a devil, a contract is a contract even when spoken, if the mortal making it is sincere in their wish to make it binding. When Nate proposed to the woman he'd spent the night with he was uncharacteristically impulsive to be sure, but sincere.
Norathrakia, thinking he was making a joke, said yes. When she discovered that the response had been treated as a genuine contract by the Joint Infernal and Celestial Agency of Deals and Contracts she was surprised and annoyed, but reluctantly agreed to abide by the Contract of marriage that had been made.

And so she became "Nora", living disguised on the mortal plane with the very normal, average human man she had been sent to tempt.
Initially a bit frustrated with the Agency's ruling, she then realized that Nate was hers, by contract. She'd never had something that was truly hers before.
And then, when she was about to start shaping Nate from a mild-mannered accountant into something more devilish, the mortals just had to go and start a nuclear war...


Nora: "You know, honey, with the world as we know it having ended, there's not really much point to me staying in this disguise anymore."
Nate: "I'm sorry dear, what?"

Nora: "Well, you know how I said I wasn't a normal girl?"
Nate, smiling at her fondly: "Yes, indeed. I quite agree."
Nora: "Well-"
She snapped her fingers.


And appeared before him in her true devil form.
Norathrakia: "When I said that, it wasn't just a figure of speech."
Nate: "Oh. Um. Oh my."


She jumped onto him with arms outstretched and Nate instinctively opened his arms and caught her in a hug.
Norathrakia: "Never fear, my dear! You are mine and I won't let any harm come to you!"


Retrieving his hat Nate slowly put it on, looking the devil - his wife - up and down as she let go of the hug.
Nate: "This is... rather a lot to take in. I... Would you please put on some clothes, dear?"
Norathrakia: "Really? That's what's bothering you about this situation? Not where we will find food or shelter?"
Nate: "It is, but I don't think very well with an erection, and you are very distracting. And somewhat intimidating."
That made her giggle. "Alright, dear. I'll put on something less distracting."


Nate: "..."
Norathrakia: "What? This outfit covers me fully!"
Nate: "It also fits you tightly enough to be a second skin. Please, dear, have some mercy on me."
Norathrakia: "You're no fun."
Nate: "I'm tempted to have some fun, but you're right. Food and shelter will have to take priority."
A thought struck him. "Do you even need to eat food? Human food I mean?"
Norathrakia: "Need to, no, but I can."


Norathrakia: "Perhaps I should have stayed with the latex suit. This outfit is soaked."
Nate: "It got all those holes cut into it by all the rusty bits of metal we had to clear away. I'm amazed my suit has held up as well as it has."


Norathrakia: "Quite. Still, we do have shelter and some decent beds now."
Her eyes flashed with a brighter glow momentarily. "And since our clothes need to be hung up to dry anyway, why don't we check how... durable the beds are."
Nate nodded. "Good idea dear, there's no telling how derelict they might have..." Then he realized what his wife had actually meant with her suggestion and blushed. "Oh." and after a short pause. "Yes, why don't we?"