Devil's Finale

One last case, one final favor, one very bad idea

Luther Cross here. Chicago's best-dressed paranormal investigator, Lord of Hell, and a guy who just crawled out of his own grave. Rough year, and it's about to get rougher.

The good news: I'm alive. The bad news: Pyriel, the rogue angel who wants the Throne of Heaven for himself, still has Dakota and her son. The kid is Pyriel's first soldier, and the only man who can stop him is a half-demon with a price on his head. Heaven thinks I murdered one of its own. Azrael, the Angel of Death, has been sent to collect. The only angel in my corner is rotting in a cell, and the one weapon that can kill an angel is locked away in the temple of the people who raised me.

So I'm doing what any sensible man would do. I'm breaking into the temple. Then I'm going to Hell.

The Infernal Court doesn't like me. Lilith doesn't trust me. Even Celeste hasn't forgiven me for the last time her life got tangled up in mine. And Lucifer himself has made it clear that his help comes with a catch, one I'm not sure I can live with. Meanwhile, Alistair, Tessa, and a certain murderer are hiding out with a book that could rewrite the rules of Heaven, and the Sons of Solomon are closing in.

Years pass in days in the place where Pyriel is raising his son, and the baby I once knew has been trained to kill. To stop this war, I'll have to survive my allies, my enemies, and my own bad decisions. And the kid I tried so hard to protect? I just might have to end him before he ends the world.

No more running. No more deals I can walk away from.

This is where it ends.