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

“Well, we could probably go out now…” Kev trailed off, squinted at the window. “There’s a lot of feasting and drinking before it really gets started. When you hear the gongs, that’s the true beginning of the festivities. I normally wait. You can be fined if you’re caught in the streets ahead of time—shirking duties. And I suck at making soul deals, so I’m an easy target…one year I was reported.”


“Well, shit,” said Archer. “What were you fined?”


“Half my savings, and I was sent to the bed of a high-ranking demon for a fortnight.” He caught Archer’s expression, shrugged. “Better than the fields.”


“It’s Hell,” said Kev. “What did you expect?”


Chapter 9