The Price of Rebellion

Birthdays, marriages, career changes, deaths; these are the pivotal moments almost everyone can relate to. Too bad all of mine seem to be centered around demons.

When my parents died at the hands of a demon, I quit doing exorcisms. I hoped to be finished with the creeping darkness below. But it wasn't done with me. I tried to settle into life at my family's pizza parlor and, slowly, became content with the relatively carefree life it offered and the companionship of my vibrator. Then Darius, a friend from my old life, barged his way into my new one with an exorcism he couldn't handle.

Now I'm hip deep in hellhounds, my heart willingly bound to several demons, a half-angel, and a mage. My main mode of transportation these days? A demonic horse that I love dearly.

Unfortunately, the forces of Heaven and Hell are conspiring against me. I'm tired of their shit, and my men and I are ready to go on the offensive. The last thing this world needs is an apocalypse and, to keep us all safe, I'll do anything in my power to defeat both angels and demons once and for all, even if it defeats me in the end.