Azriel Creed has gotten fat since slaughtering all the zombies. During the past year he's lived a life of leisure -- drinking, partying, and ignoring the blood-thirsty monsters his race was bred to hunt and kill. His sedentary lifestyle has made him flabby and out-of-shape. He must hold his breath just to tie his shoes. He gets winded merely walking up and down stairs. And he's more concerned about pleasing his bitchy, iPhone-addicted girlfriend than his destiny as the most ruthless assassin of evil beings who has ever lived. But Azriel's charmed way of life is cut short when an insane...

As soon as the evil monster was in full view she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. It felt like her unborn baby leapt for joy. It reminded her of the the six month-in-the-womb John the Baptist leaping in the presence of the recently conceived baby Jesus.

Azriel Creed is having a baby - and he's horrified. He senses something fiendish and diabolical about his unborn child. Even the sonogram suggests a devilish grin on its lips - as if it's scheming to commit murder and genocide fresh out of the womb. Is it connected to Azriel's dark destiny as Lucifer's favorite? Or just a result of his...