Salem was always a quiet town—I wish I could say the same about my childhood. My home was a place where my mother constantly reminded me of what she regrettably gave birth to—a monster, a spawn of the devil, a creature of total damnation. At first, I didn't buy it, but this mess I found myself in was slowly turning me into a believer.

I woke up to a dead man at my feet, with blood on my hands and a bullet hole through my chest. Honestly, I thought I must have been dreaming. But things just kept getting worse.

As if being a suspect to a homicide wasn't bad enough. The next day I went home, thinking of all the ways I could deal with my dilemma, until this blond monster girl in horns crawled out of my head, calling me her reincarnated husband Wrath.

As well as the son of the demon overlord Lucifer himself.

Being the nerdy kid in high school was sounding more and more like a walk in the park.

She wants me to cultivate demons for my demon lord father, using a demon system which allows me to harness power from the wrath of fallen warriors. I'd be doing my city a service by getting rid of the monsters disguised as humans, even if some of those humans are hunters, who would like nothing more than to have my head on a plate.

The way I see it, I have two choices—to become the demon cultivator my monster father wants me to be, or fight alongside the skilled demon slayers who want me dead.

Why not choose both?

(started up again for the writathon!)