No good deed goes unpunished for men like Jack Stone. His best friend lies bleeding slowly to death when a bad situation goes to worse. A favour's being cashed in. He can't say no. Not that he ever would. He owes Micky Brannon big time. Once upon a time they'd been the Three Musketeers, Micky, Chris Drury and Jack Stone. Then Chris had come back to Brize Norton in a box and Micky had lost his legs thanks to an IED.
Shrinks called it Survivor's Guilt. Micky's baby sister, Carly, is in trouble. Jack's promised to find her and bring her home safe. She's not the innocent kid he remembers. His search leads Jack into a seedy underworld of sex clubs, violent crime, and desperate people. The locals call it Paradise, the girls trapped there call it Hell. Jack calls it home.
A daemon walks confidently through the streets of London. It has a taste for women, though not ordinary women. These women are different. They may look like whores but they have the blood of angels flowing in their veins. If he can kill enough of them, then the daemon can open the ancient Ald Gate-one of the seven great gates of London-the last gate to Eden, and go home, even if it means tearing London herself apart. The gates are guarded by The Seven, bloodsucking angelkind put there to guard a very special prisoner. A prisoner who cannot be allowed to escape. Satanial. The Devil by another name. Cast down and trapped in a hell on earth, watched over by Uriel, the mad Archangel. Can the men of Greyfriars stop all hell breaking loose?