My name is Ethan Drake. I'm the cop who works the occult cases nobody else will touch the ones that reek of brimstone and old blood. My partner's a demon. My sanity runs on whiskey, cigarettes, and a drug called Mud. And the thing that slaughtered my wife and daughter is still out there. Now graves are being robbed, souls harvested, cults rising, and something ancient and starving is clawing its way into our world. Let them try.

My name is Ethan Drake and I’m a police detective...and I got plenty darkness to give.So does my partner, who’s a demon, and frankly, a royal pain in my ass. But occult investigators are in short supply in the PD, so what are you going to do? Anyway, we just caught a body-snatching case that has the stench of occult workings all over it. Seems someone wants to summon something bad into this world, something that threatens the very fate of humanity. I could care less about the fate of humanity myself, but hey, when it’s your job, you gotta do something, right?

My Hellicorn keeps pestering me to take a trip to the beach with him, my pet demons want a family fun day out, and my demon partner wants to start a war with the local Yakuza clan.... And that’s just before breakfast. As the FPD’s only occult investigator, I deal with a lot more than your average cop, and often that means babysitting a bunch of volatile demons...when I’m not working cases that is. Speaking of which, a pregnant girl has walked into the precinct claiming she has a monster in her belly, put there by a demon-worshiping cult.

When I put down Derrick Savage, the werewolf mercenary that killed my wife and daughter, I thought I was the light to his darkness. But as it turned out, killing him only unleashed yet more darkness. Now I have the rest of Savage’s pack out to get me, a bunch of bloodthirsty mercenaries who will stop at nothing to avenge the death of their pack member, even if that means targeting those closest to me.

After dumping the body of a serial killer on my former boss’ desk, I handed in my cop badge, which I’ve replaced with an FBI badge. Yep, I’m a fed. I work for Special Affairs, a clandestine department tasked with policing the occult underground.

When you look into the abyss...the abyss looks into you. After dumping the body of a serial killer on my former boss’s desk, I handed in my cop badge, which I’ve replaced with an FBI badge. Yep, I’m a Fed. I work for Special Affairs, a clandestine department tasked with policing the occult underground. In the meantime, my personal life is a disaster zone. There’s a Yakuza boss who wants to kill me, and my crazy Hellicorn is going through an existential crisis. But it’s the evil warlock who is making my life a living nightmare.

Callie deserved heaven. Instead, she's somewhere in the pit, and every day she stays there is another day I fail her. Wendell Knightsbridge holds the key to freeing her—but his price is insane. He wants me to descend into Hell, find Lucifer himself, and steal the Devil's power. Bring it back like a package delivery. Simple. I'd laugh if my daughter's soul wasn't on the line.

Wendell Knightsbridge and his demon father Mephistopheles are done waiting. Their plan to murder the Almighty and enslave humanity is in motion. The endgame is here. Heaven's sending angels. Lucifer should be leading the charge—except the Devil's too busy playing playboy to save his own father. Which leaves the fate of existence in the hands of me and a handful of damaged allies who probably shouldn't be trusted with a car, let alone the apocalypse.