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 and reckless
stupidity lining the streets as well. And he should know. There are only
so many times you can play both sides against the middle and get away
with it. Now, the inevitable moment of crisis has arrived, and 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 and her daughter comatose, his few remaining friends fear for their
lives and there's a demon loose on the streets. But not just any
demon--this one rides shotgun on his best friend's soul and 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....