Certain I wasn’t followed, I slipped into the alley behind the abandoned Plaza Theater, a cup of steaming, frothy goodness clutched in my mitts. I stayed close to the building to avoid being seen by anyone in the nearby low-rent apartments that faced the alley and made my way to the rear stage door. Once there, I grabbed the rusted handle and felt the familiar tingle of sensory wards, followed by the quiet click of the door unlocking. After another quick glance about, I whipped the door open and went inside. The instant it closed behind me I felt a gentle wave of mystical energy prickle the hair on my arms as the portal hummed to life. A gentle tickle danced along the nape of my neck as the humming intensified. A second later, the teleportation spell took hold, whisking me away. Less than a heartbeat later, I arrived in the receiving room at DRAC headquarters. DRAC, or Demonic Resistance and

Containment, was an organization that sprung up in response to the growing demonic threat after God’s disappearance. Though it was later realized the proArmageddon forces weren’t limited to demons, the name stuck. Founded by Abraham Solano, a psychic savant whose visions foretold of God’s disappearance, the group had since gathered to their cause the most Page 13 powerful wizards, psychics, and mystics the human race had to offer. Abraham would soon learn how big a mistake that was.

Only eighteen at the time of DRAC’s formation, Abraham had little practical leadership experience. Without thought to the consequences, he set about gathering the world’s magic and rallying its practitioners. For twenty years, he scoured the planet amassing the largest collection of magical resources and manpower ever compiled, in a single location. He would live to regret the last.