Apocalypse: I became a shadow hunter

Alright, listen up. My name’s Zane, and I may have made a tiny mistake.

One second, I was minding my own business (kinda), and the next, I accepted a trial and crash-landed into a world where demons are real, warlocks have eyes that glow like hellfire, and an army of tattooed, superhuman monster slayers called Shadowhunters have decided I’m their problem now. oh did i mention vampires exist too? No? werewolves? yup they are all in this shit

Apparently, this world is has a minor Demon problem—think apocalypse with legs—and lucky me, I’ve somehow made myself part of the solution. How? By undergoing a batshit crazy ritual where they pump my body full of angel and demon blood and hope I don’t explode.

The downside? I could die a horrible, painful death. The upside? If I survive, I get to be a badass Shadowhunter, gain ungodly strength, and finally stop feeling like an ant in the grand scheme of things. Oh, and did I mention the company? A brooding, ripped Shadowhunter who wants me dead, a lethal beauty who might tolerate me (if I’m lucky), and a certain warlock woman who saved my life but is probably the most dangerous of them all.

So yeah, I’m either about to become this world’s next great warrior and pass this trial and go back to the mess which is my own home world… or its most spectacular failure. Either way, it’s gonna be one hell of a ride.