The Demon Lord Is New In: Town-...

Malachar, Lord of the Abyss, tightened his grip on the steering wheel. The sedan’s cup holder was sticky. His hellhound, Balthazar, now wearing a floral bandana, whined in the backseat.

A minivan pulled up beside him. The driver, a smiling woman in yoga pants, waved. The Demon Lord is New in Town-...

“We’re retired,” Malachar muttered. “No conquering. No curses. No raising the dead on weeknights.” Malachar, Lord of the Abyss, tightened his grip

Malachar waved back, his clawed fingers trembling. Lord of the Abyss

There’s just one problem: Millbrook is weird . Malachar soon discovers that the townsfolk are alarmingly unafraid of him. His glowing red eyes? “Contacts, dear.” His tendency to accidentally incinerate mailboxes? “Teenagers these days.” His midnight summoning rituals? Neighbors assume it’s a new ambient sound machine.