The Pope has been kidnapped! Vanished into thin air, kidnapped right under the nose of his helpless bodyguards. The only option is to send out the troops, declare a worldwide state of emergency. Major threats require a very special agent. Bloody Mallory is the “man” for the job. Crème de la crème of a very official agency of the Secret Service, she hits hard, walks tough, drops ‘em dead and carves up conscientiously – particularly demons, succubi and other unattractive living dead. It’s been this way since her traumatic wedding day when the bride wore red, that is, the splattered blood of her dead future husband-to-be, a demon.
Since then, like the illegitimate daughter of Joan of Arc and James Bond, Bloody Mallory has been on her own private crusade against all the monsters spewed up by Hell. Flanked by a drag queen explosives expert and a telepathic kid whose mind wanders from one body to another, Bloody Mallory crosses the threshold to another world. She goes through the door to Hell where she makes a new ally, one of the bodyguards responsible for protecting the Pope, a priest who isn’t insensible to her charms.
They head for the papal jail. Accompanied by her gang of evil spells, Bloody Mallory penetrates ever more deeply into a maze of tunnels riddled with traps.
And the surprises are only just beginning…