Demons wear a Uniform

Demons, the fallen angels, the blackened rogues, the mysterious wielders of dark magic, are living among us. They act like us. But they're in no way human. They struggle to conform in a society that believes what the enemy tells it.

Azera grew up believing she was human. Her family were human. Her friends were human. Naturally she was human. At least that's what she used to think.

Now she knows the truth. The worst part is nobody can find out.

With her life spiralling out of control and her soul fracturing before her eyes, what good can she possibly do in the war to end all wars?