Being a newly minted demon with some shiny black wings of my own should be a dream come true. I mean, I'm back in Hell, I've got power, I'm not a lowly human anymore, this could be the start to happily ever after with my boo Azazel!



If only it weren't for that little snag . . . that Lucifer claimed me for himself. Not in that way, ew, get your mind out of the gutter! More like he directly conscripted me into his service, and there's nothing anyone, including Azazel, can do about it. Though he sure tries.



As it turns out, Lucifer orders me to go on a special mission for him, one that might reunite him with . . . you know who. Or so he believes.



I have my doubts. Just as I have some serious concerns about the state of Lucifer's rule in Hell. Major late-Roman-empire vibes here.



And as much as I despise that mothertrucker of a devil, my health and safety are now tied to his power, and if his rule fails . . . Yeah, it's not looking good.



I never thought I'd one day fight on the side of Lucifer, but I just might have to–unless I can find her first.



Contains mature themes.