The ancient pact between mankind, Heaven, and Hell has been broken. And Nate Temple's quest for vengance may have just kicked of Armageddon. So, time to grab a stiff drink... or maybe four.
Already plauged with sinister night terrors that could qualify him as a card-carrying psychopathic insomniac, Nate can barely even manage to put his pants on in the morning, let alone pick teams for the Apocalypse.
But when he's framed as a demon sympathizer, condemned by the Armies of Heaven, and hunted down by both his allies and the Four Horsemen, and this wizard doesn't think it can get any worse...
Then they take away his magic. And a wizard without magic stands no chance against the forces of Heaven and Hell... Mardi Gras in St. Louis is really gonna suck this year...