In his desperation to find a date in time for the annual Helloween bash, minor-rank demon Kev summons a coworker he once hooked up with. But when the smoke and sulfur clears, it isn’t demon Ira standing in the ring, but a very perplexed, very human mortal named Archer.<br><br>Archer is cute, confused, and willing to consider going as Kev's date ... for a price. Turns out this isn't the first time Archer's met a demon, and he wants his soul back.

Date from Hell

“He doesn’t have it, either,” said Kev. “The other demon. Souls go into storage where they sit until their human dies. They’re brought out to summon the human, then locked away again.”


“I don’t think I understand the logistics of this,” said Archer. “If the body’s dead—”


“The soul reanimates a body form. Or something. I don’t know,” said Kev, waving a hand to dismiss the topic as he lined the candles up on a shelf. He’d never needed to learn any of this. “Does it really matter? The important thing is that while Hell holds your soul, keeps it locked up, anything can be done to it. It’s too delicate to torture directly, hence the body manifestation—”


“Where are the souls kept?” asked Archer, apparently finished with Kev’s halfassed explanation.


“First Bank of Hell.” When Archer said nothing, Kev looked over at him. One of Archer’s eyebrows was raised. Kev sighed. “That’s what it’s called.”


Chapter 6