What stands between humanity and the battle of Armageddon? A sword.
But not just any sword - the Fiery Sword that guarded the Gates of Eden after humanity was kicked out. Before the flood, it was stolen by the 23rd Demon kicked from heaven, who eventually married and imbued it into her human son.
But now she'd dead, and it's starting to manifest.
Humanity’s only hope? Nick Decker, a scotch-swilling PI armed with a .45 and the Wrath of God, his nerdy ninja-stripper girlfriend Gretchen, and his loyal acid-dropping, street-doc, war-buddy Jammer. It’s up to them to keep the battle of Armageddon from happening... and find the Devil's lost do


The girls both stopped as they noticed Jammer and I not moving. But we both knew it was time to go.
I smirked, “Smoke me a kipper, I’ll be back for breakfast.” Playing my part as much as he was.
Jammer’s head bobbed and he grinned like a school kid who just got the prom queen’s phone number while her quarterback boyfriend was away in the bathroom. “See you, Space Cowboy.”
We turned and neither looked back.
Gretchen and I walked side by side down the garish hallway. I heard her breach and check to make sure there were six .357 rounds in the cylinder before snapping it shut.
“Hold this,” she said and stuffed the revolver in my left hand.
I watched as she pulled out one of her shuriken and use the razor like cutting edge to cut the dress so that it ended above mid-thigh as the rest of the fabric fell to her ankles. She kept the shuriken in her left hand as she kicked off her heels, then smiled as she held out her hand for the pistol. I handed it to her and then we simultaneously, like we’d planned it that way, thumbed back the hammers of our pistols.
We smiled; it was time to go to work.