Hell is under siege. Lucifer has returned. And Rhesa, now re-equipped with Myra's memories, has no idea what has befallen her three mates.

Some believe she is dead, while others know exactly where she has been imprisoned. She's been told her allies wait in the wings, hiding from Lucifer's footmen and the Apostles, but without help soon, she knows she won't last much longer in the depths of Hell, where goblins and evils brawl behind bars. Plenty have been released, allowed to wreak havoc upon the spheres once more, and her only hope at stopping them lies in the tenth sphere: Purgatory. Destroying the altar that holds all of Lucifer's power is their only chance at survival, but Rhesa has yet to determine the best course of action. Especially since heavy sacrifices are often demanded in return, and she has come to the conclusion that she's done leaving her loved ones behind.

Wherever they go, she goes.

Atticus thinks she's dead. Rhesa and his brothers have to be dead. After all, he witnessed the wicked witch slaughter them at the Falls of Man. But he thought Rhesa killed Lilith weeks ago. Or did someone revive her again? He isn't sure of anything anymore, and the Hellion court isn't helping much, either. Silent and content to let Lucifer have his way, Atticus spends most of his time in solitude with enraged magic coursing through his veins. The archangels are MIA, and a great deal of Hell's allies are AWOL, as well. Of course, he thinks it's odd, but without Rhesa and his brothers around, why should he care?

But his magic is restless, and there is a bigger question that must be asked when he looks at himself in the mirror:

Who in the ten spheres is Astraeus.