Being Luciferβs daughter is not as fun as you might think.
Picture this: a hellspawn-infested landscape, relentless combat training, and Rathielβmy fatherβs infuriatingly perfect right-hand fallen angelβbreathing down my neck. His job? To make my life a living... well, you get the idea. My job? To resist the urge to strangle him with his own wings.
Desperate to break the monotony, I decide to stir up a little trouble by stealing a hellwyrm and taking it out for a joyride. Bad move. Trouble finds me alright. Now, Iβm dealing with rebellious hellspawn, a cryptic prophecy that claims Iβm going to destroy Hell, and my fatherβs wrath.
As if that isnβt enough, Rathielβs presence is becoming more maddening. He pushes my buttons like no one else, but thereβs a spark thereβone neither of us wants to admit, but also canβt ignore.
Hellβs heat is nothing compared to the firestorm brewing in my life.
Ready to join the chaos? Letβs raise a little hell.