For six years a demon in human's skin, blessed by the god of death himself, ruled beneath the streets and cities of Millah. He built a home where he thought he could have everything, his perfect happily ever after, but when one is building an empire it cannot be founded on grains of sand. No one is truly ever free of despair as long as the sand erodes beneath the castle, especially not a kill-for-hirer, blood-thirsty, teenaged, assassin. A year ago he messed up, he trusted too much and gave the organization bent on human domination a way to cadge him. Now they've slipped up. They've let him come so close to freedom that he can see it on the horizon. And only once an animal is taught the dark and taunted with light can he fight for a place in the sun, out of the dark that smothers the enslaved. Oh and once he's free, there will be death to reap. Then he can get his revenge on the grains of sand who crumbled beneath his kingdom. And no one will mess with death's favored again. Caution... this book contains more than enough sarcasm to fill a pool and drown in it. Some characters are prone to making sassy remarks and comebacks, readers have been warned. Again, Sarcasm can lead to burns, confusion or red hand prints on faces. You may require ice or medical treatment from a doctor specializing in logic.