Evie Craigie

Deep beneath the stone streets of Deshua, Oregon, something ancient waits. Something deadly. Something divine.

Buried in the forgotten catacombs miles below the town lies a creature spoken of only in hushed whispers and fear-laced legends. A monster with the body of a man, jet-black eyes that promise damnation, and wings like midnight storms-massive, feathered, and darker than sin. To some, his unnaturally flawless beauty hints at something holy... a fallen angel, perhaps. But those who truly understand what lurks in the shadows call him by his real name: daemonium. Demon.

Once a god among monsters, he was put to sleep centuries ago by a powerful council who believed they were preserving balance-protecting the world from chaos. But not all immortals agreed. In fact, the cursed town of Deshua remains split in two: half worship the creature as their forsaken lord, desperate for his return... while the others pray he never wakes again.

But prophecies have a way of catching up to the living. And fate? Fate always knows how to twist the knife.

Now, the key to his awakening has arrived-and it’s not some ancient relic or cosmic force.

It’s a girl.

A very unwilling girl.

One with a cursed soul, a sharp tongue, and a serious problem with authority.

Guess who just found out she’s the chosen one in a town full of monsters? Spoiler alert: she’s not thrilled about it.

Deshua is about to crack open.

Secrets will rise.

And so will he.

This isn’t a love story. It’s a resurrection. It’s war. And she’s standing right in the middle of it.