Nina McEdwards

When I first landed a bartending job at the local guild, I didn't know a thing about magic. These days, I'm practically an expert on the different magical classes, but there's one nobody ever talks about: Demonica. Turns out they have a good reason for that. My guild is strictly hellion-free, because who wants to risk life and limb to control the biggest bullies on the mythic playground? Well, some people do, and now a demon has been loosed in the city. My three best friends are determined to slay it, but even badass combat mages are critically out-magicked.

Broke, almost homeless, and recently fired. Those are my official reasons for answering a wanted ad for a skeevy-looking bartender gig. It went downhill the moment they asked me to do a trial shift instead of an interview - to see if I'd mesh with their "special" clientele. I think that part went great. Their customers were complete dickheads, and I was an asshole right back. That's the definition of fitting in, right? I expected to get thrown out on my ass. Instead, they...offered me the job?

I’m Lucien Lesauvage, convicted murderer and all-around great guy. Although I was innocent, I was happy to stay in Supermax because the demon who had committed those murders wanted to kill me, too. Life in the slammer was okay until Tiffany Thompson, our new president, freed me and insisted that I bring the deadly demon to justice. The problem was, he was a much stronger sorcerer than I was. Rule number one from the mean streets of Chicago - never take on a fight you can’t win.