My name is Roy Morgan, and I'm not your average Atlanta cop.
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For one, most of them don't have to kill people to stay alive. I do. It's a half-demon thing. Yep, that's right, half-demon. It's awesome, especially since I'm half-warlock too, and those two sides don't much get along.
Still, that and a buck will get you a candy bar. So it's all good.
Or at least it was.
See, I had this dumb idea to stop a robbery in progress and have myself a snack. Turns out these weren't your run of the mill robbers. No, these were demonic slavers, there to capture the district attorney and sell her off to the highest bidding demon in Hell.
Now if I want to stop them, I'm going to have to fight my way through a city full of hellfire-flinging, gun-toting, spell-weaving demons.
My name is Roy Morgan, and I think I'll have seconds.