They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions but if you ask Castor he'll tell you there's quite a bit of arrogance & reckless stupidity lining the streets as well. & he should know. There's only so many times you can play both sides against the middle & get away with it. Now the inevitable moment of crisis has arrived & it's left Castor with blood on his hands. Well not his hands you understand; it's always someone else who pays the bill: friends acquaintances bystanders. So Castor drowns his guilt in cheap whisky while an innocent woman lies dead & her daughter comatose his few remaining friends fear for their lives & there's a demon loose on the streets. But not just any demon
- this one rides shotgun on his best friend's soul & can't be expelled without killing him. Looks like Felix Castor's got some tough choices to make because expel the demon he must or all Hell will break loose. Literally.. .