History knows me by many names. Nyx, the Goddess of Night. Lilith, the Lady of Darkness. Selaphiel, the fifth angel of God. But the course of my life has been determined by my greatest mistake. I opened the gate, and allowed Lucifer to fall. Booted from Heaven for my sin, I serve my penance as a reaper. By collecting history’s most twisted souls, I work to one day earn my ticket home. Case #663. The heinous crimes of Jack the Ripper are known throughout the ages, yet his true identity remains shrouded in mystery. Who he is, I don’t care. It’s reaper versus Ripper.

With the king gone, the veil fell. Thrusting Carnage Crossing into a fresh hell. A city of the dead. A town built by demise. Torn apart by the livings’ whim to exorcise. The lineage was tracked, and followed to a royal heir. The fact she had a pulse, a shocking affair. Whisked through death’s door with grisly splendor. Her reign will begin, when ties to the past sever. Yet secrets slither in, with a venomous bite. Threatening to destroy all, when they come to light. Will the truth revealed bring peace to the dead? Or unleash the Corpse Queen to come for your head?

Born Princess Vanessa of Atlantica, the ambitious young royal was one of two children born to the great King Poseidon. She and her brother, Triton, were groomed from birth to rule. Yet only one would ascend that coveted throne. While carefree Triton flits through his training with a cavalier demeanor and beguiling charm, Vanessa’s hunger for her father’s acceptance drives her to push herself to the limits of magic and to combat to become a leader worthy of her people. When war against the humans ravages their once regal kingdom, political sides are chosen.

When I arrived at my uncle's house, I expected my relatives to be like me - outcast sorcerers who don't practice magic. I was right about the sorcery, but wrong about everything else. Rule two: Don't listen to the demon. My uncle chose a far deadlier power. He calls creatures of darkness into our world, binds them into service contracts, and sells them to the highest bidder. And I'm supposed to act like I don't know how illegal and dangerous it is. Rule three: Don't talk to the demon. All I had to do was keep my nose out of it.

In 1876, we were called to Savannah, Georgia to help with an infestation of demons. If we'd known what we, my wife Evangeline, and I, were walking into, we'd have run the other way. As it was, we shared tea with a vampire and stepped into a battle we did not understand until it was too late.