The Warlock

A cosmic horror romantic comedy

Hi there, human. I'm an eldritch atrocity beyond mortal understanding. My real name would set your tongue on fire and boil your brain, so you can just call me Irene. I'm here to help.

Heaven has been abandoned. The Kingdom has fallen into disrepair. Your prayers are going unanswered. I know it's a lot to take in.
My sisters and I are gonna fix it. That's all we want, all we've ever wanted. And hey, someone has to. Otherwise, you're on your own. We know what it's like to be lonely. We are going to make sure humanity is never lonely again.

But we can't do it alone. That's what the Warlock is for. Caspar Cartwright is a hapless hedge mage I've saved from the scaffold and the noose. I've plucked him from his grave and sent him back with my power at his fingertips and a mission branded into his heart. Face the servants of the dead god, find the key, open the gate to the Kingdom.

And let me in.