They broke my halo.
Burned my wings.
Sent me plummeting straight to Hell.
When I’m captured by demons and forced into the fighting pits of the Seventh Circle of Hell, I need to stay alive long enough to claw my way back to Heaven and destroy the archangels who betrayed me.
Four dangerous men stand between me and my vengeance.
A deadly Nephilim in self-imposed exile. Hunger incarnate, ravenous for an angel. The heir to Satan’s sinful throne. And the prince who bound my soul to his until I win my freedom.
They think I’m still pure. They think I’m innocent. They think they’ll enjoy corrupting me.
Joke’s on them. This angel’s no saint.
If Heaven doesn’t want me, I’ll be bad for the Hell of it.
They bound me. Led me into sin.
Twisted my heart and soul.
But they didn’t break me.
By a stroke of fate, I’ve won my freedom… and the dark half of the Seventh Circle.
All it took was betraying the prince who held me captive.
Belial’s anger burns hotter than the fires of Hell, but I won’t rest until I’ve won my Nephilim mate from him, even if being his enemy tears at my heart.
Azazel and Lucifer have a plan: create the Sword of Mourning, the polar opposite of the Sword of Light, and wage war against Satan.
I’ll raise my own army, master my corrupted magic, and together, we’ll strike at the heart of Dis. Satan must die.
And Gabriel will suffer.
For the archangel who pushed me, for the king who terrorized me, there’ll be hell to pay.
Easy is the descent into Hell.
Especially when you embrace the darkness.
And it embraces you back.
Revenge is so close I can almost taste it.
Belial has brought me everything I wanted and more- he served me vengeance on a silver platter, along with his heart.
But my own faults have caused a rift between myself, Lucifer, and Azazel. If I want to destroy Satan and live happily ever after in Hell, hard choices must be made.
And when the Dragon himself takes something I hold dear, the choice is final: I must wield the Sword of Light once more, even at the risk of being burned alive.
I have no fear.
After all, Hell hath no fury like an angel scorned.