The Devil Went Down to Texas...
It turns out there is a worse place for a wannabe demon to be than hell...Fort Worth, Texas. Sure, it might be fine for all the humans walking around, but for me, it's the one thing getting in the way of me achieving full demon status. I need to corrupt a soul ASAP. Or else.
Lookin' For Just One Soul to Steal...
I figured the best place to find a corruptible soul would be in some dark corner of a western bar. Unfortunately, Chance Bellew is no ordinary cowboy perched on his barstool, looking like sin. He's a dark angel—the complement to my dark demon half—and now this assignment feels like much more than I bargained for.