Leveling up bites.
As if I don't have enough crap to do being the leader of Hel, I've been tricked into helping a pregnant woman who is fleeing an abusive relationship and carrying a very unusual baby. Of course, my hasty vow of assistance opens up a whole can of worms absolutely in keeping with my new Angel of Chaos status.
Add to that, the angels have finally opened their damned eyes and realized that the werewolves are descended from Nephilim. The only thing standing between them and annihilation is me—an angel from hell, and her scrappy group of unlikely allies.