Demon

When demon hunter Myles Cross is killed during a mission gone wrong, he expects hell—or worse. What he gets instead is an offer from the Lord of the Underworld himself. Reborn as the Hellborn, Myles becomes Hades’ last hope in a cosmic chess game where the Seven Trumpets—ancient relics powerful enough to trigger the apocalypse—have begun to surface. With one strapped to his wrist in the form of a mysterious watch, Myles must now face a brutal new reality: hunted by demons, betrayed by humans, and haunted by what he's becoming. As the Paragon—an elite faction sworn to exterminate all supernatural threats—capture him and question his existence, Myles finds an unlikely ally in the cold but conflicted Lieutenant Anna Storm. Together, they must survive assassins like the sadistic Kaelin, the shape-shifting shadow Nixx, and the monstrous Infernox. But as each trumpet awakens, the line between salvation and damnation blurs. And with his powers growing and his past life crumbling, Myles must decide— Is he the world’s last defense? Or its doom incarnate?

“Demon.” He could hear it all: their whispers, low murmurs— gossip. They feared him despite his inability to control the powers granted to him from birth. It was primal — the fear of what one would never understand and this fear was a force, a power he used in manipulating their worthless lives like the mere puppets they were. “Weak.” “Pathetic.” He was immortal; and as long as he lived, the fear they felt would never die out. He would keep feasting on their foolishness until he finally broke out of these material shackles. A force of chaos, nightmares they have been trying so hard to suppress and forget — that was what he was. “Immoral Demon! By the power of the gods, we order you to surrender your life and to us! We have you cornered, and there is no escape for you!” “Foolish demon, there is no where for you to run! Beg like the worm you are and shed all the tears you want, but we shall not spare your life today!” Mylos stared at the gathering of fools before him in a calm silence; he was going to make them beg for their lives, just like their worthless gods.