As the daughter of a Spartan king, firstborn of Helen of Troy, and granddaughter of Zeus, Hermione has spent nearly three thousand years getting in and out of a lot of trouble. It’s something of a family tradition. Now, after being released from the Inferno after a century-spanning punishment, she just wants to keep her head down, do some good deeds until probation is over, and maybe rock out a bit on open mic night.
But sometimes a witch just can’t win.
Hermione was born to get blood pumping. Good thing, too—when her next good deed accidentally releases hell up on the world, she’ll find herself going up against a gang of pissed off centaurs, bunny rabbit bouncers, her werewolf ex-husband, the Round Table of lore, helicopter moms, a demon or three, and perhaps a slightly bloodthirsty Joan of Arc. And it’s next to impossible to find a good drummer, to boot.
To keep the world from ending she needs to partner up with her probationary officer, an Egyptian panther deity named Bagh who sounds like Lance Reddick, and Sawyer, a flirtatious lumberjack with a secret origin who may or may not be, yknow, real.
From the red light district of Amsterdam to the cherry blossoms of Tokyo University, diving headfirst between this reality and the next, sometimes all a semi-demigoddess can rely on is a pair of magical underwear and a flaming middle finger.