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I can kill immortals, and they’re about to find out.
Name? Ana Calliope Holt. Occupation? Demon vermin hunter. Status in the human magic community? Rock bottom, basement level.
And for a half-angel, that’s quite a feat.
I don’t mind it—the less anyone pays me any attention, the better. Because if anyone in the mortal, angelic, or demonic realms learns I’m the reincarnation of the Red Angel, an ancient weapon that can end immortal lives, I’ll be the hunted instead of doing the hunting.
So, when rumors about my existence begin to circulate, I must cover up my tracks, no matter what.
Unfortunately, when you’re already scraping the bottom of the barrel, the only help you find is the one you probably don’t want. Like the magical black market, where backstabbing is more of a competitive sport than a hobby, or the sexy, infuriating nightmare that’s the angel Zel.
But we don’t talk about him. Because murder is illegal, and I might just strangle him.
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