They say you can never go home again. God, I wish.
With the body-hopping supernatural psychos finally vanquished, it seems like it might be time to relax. You know, have some fun. Hang out with my friends. Focus on my magical education. And, if all goes according to plan, take my relationship with Kai to the next level. Trust me, having spent my early twenties locked up in an institution, I’m more than ready to celebrate that particular rite of passage. But if I’ve learned anything in my short time in the world of witches, it’s never to let your guard down.
No sooner do we attempt to chill a little than we get a big, fat reminder that two bitter enemies remain very at large. Clearly, they haven’t forgotten me either, since I soon end up in one of their videos using my magic for all the world to see. As intended, their little stunt puts me at dead center of the Hunter movement’s crosshairs. With that kind of target on my back, no wonder I soon find myself cornered. My only means of escape involves jumping through the veil into my old stomping grounds, only to get stuck in that particular version of Hell. I also soon learn there are others there like me, cambions who very much need to be rescued. But in order to save them, I need to stay in monster form long enough to pull it off—my Demon Soul very much in the driver’s seat. The problem being, I’m not sure if she’ll ever let me take back the wheel. If not, then I can say goodbye to Kai and my human friends forever, since I’ll be going full-on demon. Which means I won’t be coming back, my new cambion friends will die, and the Hunters will keep hunting witches.
