Callifax has always been a bastion for Inquisitor Simon Whitlock—the walled city a barrier against the chaos of the magical world. After the physical and emotional pain of his last few mission, safety is all he desires.
But a monster is stalking the streets, an abomination far more violent than even the mystical denizens he's thus far encountered. The monster has slain women in Solomon's Way, the nightlife district of the modern capital. Solomon's Way, a part of town Simon and Luthor have frequented all too often. Solomon's Way, where the woman he loves lives and works.
Now Inquisitor Whitlock must face a new breed of monster, one that will force the Inquisitor to face his very shortcomings as a friend and a man. Simon has killed a demon, werewolves, and vampires, but some of the most dangerous demons live inside us all. Demons that can't be killed by swords and guns.
Abigal opened her mouth to yell, her grasp on the pistol temporarily forgotten in her surprise. Before a sound could escape her lips, the green-skinned creature raised a hand to its mouth and exhaled. A cloud of acrid air floated over her and, as she drew in a breath to yell her surprise, the fumes were pulled into her lungs. Her scream quickly became a choke as she doubled over in anguish. Her body screamed for oxygen, but every breath seemed to reignite the smoke within her lungs.
As her chest burned and her muscles tightened, her vision began to swim. She couldn't quite feel her fingers anymore, nore would her arms move even as she willed them to rise. She knew she should run, but she couldn't find the strength.
Her knees buckled and she slumped to the ground, first sitting on her heels before canting to her right and crashing to the stone bridge. As darkness crept into the corners of her vision, she saw the monster stoop over her. It roughly grasped her hands, pulling them over her head as it began to drag her away. Though her mind screamed in protest, her body slumped willingly even as her consciousness fled.