Ever sent a letter to the wrong person by mistake? I did when I was eight years old, and then I was visited by the Lord of Hell himself. But there was no real mistake. Not then when I was just a kid, and not now that I’m a woman. I wanted a puppy for Christmas. And a puppy is what I got. Only, Melkor, son of the Lord of Hell’s finest Hellhound warrior was given to me not as a gift, but as a Guardian. And when Melkor goes missing, I’m given the only option a best friend has. I fight fire with fire and become a woman possessed—a mortal woman, that is. He’s been my best friend, my Guardian, for almost my entire life…but now, as I travel to the Underworld to save him, I realize he’s so much more. Melkor says after me, Hell is easy. I guess I’m about to find out.

Melkor, son of the finest Hellhound leader, wanted retribution for his father’s death. What he got was a mortal woman at his side. He got me. I was blessed by the Lord of Hell and given powers by the Nephilim leader, Arrow. Powers I’ll have to learn to control. And as the Soulless escape Hell and descend upon the mortal realm, I’ll learn to become a hunter and tackle whatever the immortal world can throw my way. Because I’m not just Melkor’s friend anymore. One perfect kiss wasn’t enough. I want more. And I’ll fight like hell to get it.

The keys to Hell have fled in one direction. Retribution scurried away in another. Melkor and I stood on the edge of it all, staring at a mountain that held a secret. One we’re prepared to unearth, even if it means taking Hell’s control in our hands. But the keys are more than metal and power. They are a balance. A charge, drawing all the hate and the hurt in the world, creating Hell where ever they lay. So what happens when Hell we know of becomes a void? What happens when poles shift and Hell is drawn to a different place. A place where there was once laughter, a place where there was once life. And what happens to the Lord of Hell when he has no dominion to rule? When only things left behind in a vacant world is emptiness and loss? We are the protectors of the mortal realm. Tasked by the Lord of Hell himself. But Lucifer’s in trouble. Hell is falling. And God is p\*ssed.