Scythe and Souls

Some people's midlife crisis involves chopping off their hair or buying a convertible. Not me. I get to see demons, and even more traumatizing, I'm supposed to get rid of them. A secret society of reapers and witches who've been keeping our planet demon free for generations has taken me under their wing. It's nice to feel like I'm a part of something important, but will they have the time—and patience—to teach me how to wield my power before the biggest and baddest demon escapes his prison?

Turns out there are monsters in the world. Why couldn't my midlife crisis involve a new hairstyle? I went from ordinary working gal to demon killer. Sounds exciting? Not really, seeing as how I got fired from my job, my apartment was trashed, and the cops think I'm involved in something shady.

Learning magic isn't easy. Being told I'm some kind of rare reaper witch would be awesome, except for the fact I can't use my magic unless I'm threatened. When I'm scared, my instincts kick in, but it's very clear I'm no hero. Heroes don't run from danger.

A hero's work is never done! I'm the guild's only reaper witch and it's my job to save humanity. After a few hiccups, I rose to the challenge and expelled the demon king from Earth, however, Moloch's time in exile allowed another demon prince to rise in ranks. Not good since this self-proclaimed Emperor of Inferis is planning an invasion. While I've managed to finally hone my magic and no longer suck at physical combat, there's still much to do. Seducing two sexy reapers is at the top of that list, but I also need to pay a debt to a mysterious voice.