I watched in horror mainly because dark magic sprang from my hand quicker than an imp after your socks. I didn’t understand my name, let alone that I had such power. The man was lifeless. I panicked. I went.

How was I to know I was a dark magic enforcer, tasked with keeping magic hidden through the world? Yeah, total noob move, I know.

But my memory is returning, as well as the Hidden possess provided me twenty-four hours to make amends. Cover it up. Finish the work I was given, or else. Failing isn’t a choice. Well, it is, but I love me, and I like being alive.

The clock is ticking as I fight to create things right and exact revenge on the ones that took a lot from me. Easier in theory as I cope with upset mages, bitey zombies, oversexed imps, creepy necromancers, and grumpy trolls-and those are just my close friends!-all while trying to stop myself falling in love with my finest friend, Kate, who simply so happens to be a hot vampire.

I’m Faz Pound, a.k.a. Dark Spark, Dark Magic Enforcer, and time is operating out.

At least I have my looks. For the present time.