When the Son of Satan is your best option, God help you.
New Orleans. The Big Easy. The membrane between our world and the underworld has always been a little thinner here. Now, in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, the outpouring of human misery has drawn demons like sharks to a bloodbath. Demons who work for someone--or something--that’s harvesting body parts in a furious race toward unspeakable purposes. For Daimon Hellstorm, this means one thing: It’s hunting season. Like Sun Tzu said, “Some battles can be won without firing a single arrow. All you need to do is sow chaos.” And who better to do that than the Son of Satan?