Alright, this is part two of the story Cabrera is in. Here I continue:
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One gala, he visited the south to meet with a partner and past associate. Arthur’s eye is unexpectedly caught by his sister, a woman he never spoke of.

A quiet girl with no input of her own, but with expressions that betrayed her mind. And a blind gaze that made Arthur’s shoulders feel heavy with the weight of his sins. Ethel was her name.

He was breathless. But his logic concluded she was merely a first crush. She was surely no different than the other docile women of high society. Her judgemental attitude was a trick of his head, looking for someone to finally see through him. That was it.

On the night that was meant to be his last, he roamed their mansion to get to a balcony. She was there, alone. For the first time in his stay, she spoke. He was hung on her every word.

It started as an accusation. “I am a woman alone, and you are a male visitor, approaching me without my asking, at night. Should I be screaming, Mr. Murphy?”

Thanks to his diffusal, it toned down to opinionated discourse.

She vented on her frustrations in life; becoming blind, being infantalized, and her family looking at her like spoiled goods, never to be wanted in a marriage.

Arthur listened, and took everything in. She was smart. She had a temper. And when he encouraged her to let it out, she knew curses he’d only heard come from the battlefield after his comrades swigged whisky. They were laughing and enjoying the other’s company.

Morning came, and they hadn’t slept a wink. Arthur commented on how bad this would be for his travel. Ethel wished out loud that she could have the same complaint. Arthur held his nerve for what came next.

After a single night of talking, he suggested to her he take her away.

Her family eagerly let her go. They never expected her, now past the marriageable age and without sight, to find a suitor, much less one close to a family member and so well-endowed.

They married, but internally, they were still just friends, traveling the country in search for new business ventures. He trusted her with his plans, and she trusted him with her opinions. The more they lived together, the more he shared, and their platonic friendship eventually crossed into a romantic one as he came clean about his demon.

And his original body.

While miffed at first because she thought he was pulling a prank on her, she started to believe him when his demon came to visit for the first time in a decade.

Cabrera was annoyed at his lack of more souls, but Arthur had concluded his debt was over. He didn’t see a reason to be forced to take lives anymore. And the ones he already had haunted his sleep nonstop.

He was adamant that he had paid enough. Cabrera wasn't getting through to him, her easy moneymaker was being lost.

It was with this conversation that the demon noticed his wife’s presence… And her condition. Blindness? Cabrera's grin returned.

She could cure it. His eyes widened and her fangs gleamed. For a price, of course.

The demon left to give him more time to think it over, and Ethel had heard every word of his seemingly one-sided conversation. While still not entirely convinced, she knew he was scared of the thing he saw. She reassured him she was happy as she was, that she didn’t need to see.

But as he held her that night, his love for her overwhelmed him, and her words were thrown aside. He knew her struggles and the sights she missed. He had already modified one body for the souls of many. For his wife, he could throw in some more.