I, Angel

I never asked to be an angel. Truthfully, being an angel kinda sucks.But some angels don’t get harps. We hunt demons.I might be a social weirdo. And okay, I black out whenever I fly and wake up naked in random places. I can only sleep in windowless rooms. I have that gun problem. Oh, and I can’t drink alcohol, since I randomly start fires.But I, Dags Jourdain, do good. Sort of. I mean, I try.When I’m not hunting demons, I work as a P.I. in Hollywood, California.One night, I get in a demon fight in an alley, and accidentally save the life of a movie star, and everything changes for me.Meanwhile, someone opened a hell portal under the Hollywood sign, a dead guy left me his dog, and a homicide detective who hates me from high school is trying to decide if I’m a serial killer.Did I mention being an angel kinda sucks?