(Also posted on SpaceBattles, Sufficient Velocity, Wattpad and Archive Of Our Own) Assassin. Devil. Savior of Heaven and Hell, Earth and the Nightside. Member of the Hexarchy. Once, the Devil. Nephilim and Abomination, always. James Stark, Sandman Slim, is the Assistant Inspectre: deputy to creation's most unloved troubleshooter. He should've expected looking for knowledge to kill boredom would end in tears. But he did not, and so, he went to the Deep School, and learned truths most minds crack under. With Hadleigh Oblivion-Detective Inspectre, elder brother, nightmare of horrors everywhere-spending most time in the Nightside, making it up to his family for lost years, it's up to Stark to patrol existence's most dangerous reaches, and strangle the worst threats in their cribs, before the chances of stopping them go from slim to nonexistent. With fewer and fewer connections to home, a monster of Biblical proportions in what should be his most secure place, and not even enough time to steal a decent car, Stark really wonders if he should've taken this job. It helps to distract him from what would've happened if he hadn't.