Lucifer’s relentless daughter, forged for war. A vampire bound by love. A final war that could save Hell—or turn her into the very thing she fears.

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Turns out being Lucifer’s daughter doesn’t just make me a target. It also makes me the only one powerful—and reckless—enough to kill him.

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To do that, I have to resurrect the army he slaughtered and forge them into hellspawn all over again. Which means tapping into my father’s powers. No pressure, right?

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The idea terrifies me. Not only because it’s dark and dangerous, but because it feels right. What does that make me?

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This is the only way to win the war. But if we survive—if I somehow take the throne—then what? My father’s blood runs through my veins. What if claiming his crown means I become the monster he tried to shape me into?

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Rathiel says we’ll face it together. That I won’t lose myself. That no matter what happens, we love each other. We’ve survived so much together—war, torture, heartbreak—and somehow made it out stronger. But we’ve never faced anything like this before.

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This is the final battle. For my people, for the kingdom, for the celestial I used to be before my father turned me into a weapon.

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And when it’s over, I’ll either be free…

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Or just another devil wearing a crown.