Despite Metraxion’s dire warning, not one demon has shown up on my doorstep to kill me and claim my Philosopher’s Stone. Either they’re all biding their time, waiting for me to let my guard down, or Metraxion was just messing with me. Since demon lords aren’t known for their sense of humor, I have to believe it’s just a matter of time before we’re fighting for our lives once again.Meanwhile, life is astonishingly good. Melissa and I are still together, Daraxandriel and Olivia are still together, Mrs. Kendricks and Agent Prescott are still together, even Susie and Cameron are still together. The only blight on my existence is Amy, the Spawn of Darkness. She’s acting like a spoiled teenager who’s been grounded indefinitely but refuses to believe she did anything wrong, as if trying to coerce Melissa into slaughtering all of us was just an innocent prank that got out of hand.That’s the problem, everything is going too well. I keep waiting for the sky to turn black or a hoard of hellhounds to rampage through the streets or Metraxion to open a portal to Hell in my living room. My personal doomsday clock is ticking louder and louder with each passing day and sooner or later, all hell is going to break loose again. I just hope we’re ready for it when it does.