When I learned the truth of what I was seventy years ago, let's just say, I didn't take it well. I'm not human. I never was. I'm a homunculus crafted by two creatures for their benefit. Azrael, the archangel of death, made me to be his daughter and Asmodeus, the archdemon of lust, created me to be his wife. That's the simplest part of my life right now.Now, there's a murderous cult in the city of Boston who's abducting angels and demons. I thought...