Semi-divine super soldiers, disgruntled fallen angels, giant dudes on high protein diets, beastly creatures of twisted divine genetics, a Heavenly grudge match played out on an Earthly stage – Just another arcane day at the office in the Guild of Deacons.

In life, Captain Dean Robinson was a soldier. A rather elite member of the US military. West Point grad, Army Ranger, professional tough guy with an unrelenting sarcastic charm – a genuine stand up dude. However, upon his untimely, and inexplicably predestined, death at the hand of a fallen angel with a serious superiority complex and snappy wardrobe, he became something else – a Deacon. But not the kind of deacon you’re thinking of. Unless, of course, you’re thinking about a semi-divine super soldier cloaked in darkness and wielding a hell-fire smothered sword and otherworldly shotgun. If that’s the case – you’re right on.

Not quite angel but no longer human, he became the last of forty-nine souls blessed and cursed with an equal share of God’s wrath. A physical manifestation of the left hand of God walking amongst men. Conceived of the Earth but no longer mortal, he was bestowed with a mantle of power created for one sole purpose — to maintain the Balance between mankind and the bastard offspring of Heaven — the nephilim. A harrowing collection of cursed beings resulting from the blasphemous breeding of fallen angels and human women. An ancient race of giants and other assorted beasties of an unnatural persuasion that nearly devoured the human race. Literally.

Finding himself at the prophetic pinnacle of a millennia old battle raging in the shadows of the Earth and the Heavens, Dean and his newfound gang of arcane sidekicks, from the Seventh Realm of Third Heaven, embark on an epic mission to thwart the rise of the new generation of unnatural beasties and save the world from certain apocalyptic demise.

There is an evil in the world of man. It’s been here since the beginning. Hidden neatly within the fabric of our very existence, festering through generation upon generation — Manipulating — Corrupting — Evolving. Closer than you could ever imagine. Conversely, there are those that maintain the Balance.