He thought he had gotten out cleanTed escaped the gang. .

. the assassin's guild lost track of him when the Duke closed down the portal between the two worlds.

He never wanted to be a bad guy, but they had a hold on him. .

. until they didn't.

Retirement for a near immortal human like Ted looked like running a small-town bar in Southern Tennessee. Life was great.

He rode his Harley with his friends, slung pitchers, cooked bar burgers and the occasional pizza. Simple things that didn't include having to look into the darkness and summon demonic beings.

Despite his precautions, the darkness found him. Ted finds himself dragged back into a life he ran away from.

The good guys? They wanted him to return to his old ways to take on the cult and syndicate. He of course told them no.

. .

Until he learned the true horrors of what they were doing. The summoner who could use both Heaven and Hell, and once a member of the Assassin's guild, must step once more back into the darkness.

Sometimes to fight the monsters, he’d have to be the monster. .