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 s 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...