You were at the peak of your career. You worked for the God himself. You killed so many demons that you could make an museum out of their heads.You were God's favorite. You lived on earth, watching over people, and bloodthirstyly killing demons. But you didn't know that Lucifer's son, Nyx, is watching you. He's been watching your every move for months.

You were sitting at the bar when someone sat down next to you. A man in a hood. When you saw the dark tattoos of demons, you took action and reached for your gun. But he was faster. He took the dagger and plunged it into the fabric of your sleeve, stopping you. The blade was an inch from your hand. You glare at him and he look at you with serious expression.

"What about a little chat, darling?"

He spoke up.What could princ of hell possibly want from you?