Blood trickles through the streets of London – the Tormented are back.
They have armed the Conflicted with guns. Lots of them. If that wasn’t bad enough, Mortimer Wildblood wants to watch the city he used to call home burn to the ground. What is he trying so desperately to hide? I need to find out the truth, preferably before London is devoured by flames.
There is only one, tiny problem: no one knows who he actually is. My best lead is a loopy, old bum who claims he knows Mortimer’s birthday. When it turns out he wasn’t lying, my job becomes simple: don’t let Mortimer find him. Of course, that’s when he decides to go missing.
Meanwhile, Dante makes his intentions clear when he strolls out of Buckingham Palace wearing the crown jewels. He wants power and nothing will get in his way… nothing except a bunch of souls armed with holy handguns and contracted to the Angel of Death.