Hellcrossed

The demon realm doesn't care why you bargain. Only that you pay. I have two rules for survival: never trust a demon, and never make a deal with one. Trapped in the demon realm, I'm about to break both. If I want to escape, I'll have to bargain with creatures who thrive on contracts written in blood-and the cost of breaking them is death. Waiting for me on the other side isn't freedom. It's fallout. A god-who happens to be my mother-wants me dead. An unforgiving fae wants me gone at any cost and doesn't care that we're related. And I owe a debt to the city's most dangerous vampire-one I made significantly worse when I literally gave him the finger during our last encounter. No one is interested in forgiveness. The demon realm may be hell, but it's nothing compared to what's waiting for me if I manage to escape.