Always look on the bright side of hellfire. At least there will be good company.

For the last five years, I’ve been juggling Bane’s chaos circus—keeping the monsters at bay, the innocents breathing, and the lawn mowed (mostly)—I’ve fine-tuned my combo hunter/babysitter/Groundskeeper Willy gig into a chaos-fed daily grind.

The only problem? Since Bane went downstairs, Hell has been on radio-silence. No demons in or out. My plans to swap places with her in the pit have stalled.

In the meantime, all I can do is ask myself WWBD: What Would Bane Do?

So I keep bashing my head against the wall, coming up with the worst plans on hunts, and picking up every forecast from Walter that looks like it might be hell-sent.

But on Halloween night—the five-year anniversary of the battle in Ashley—when not one, but two unexpected guests crash for huckleberry buckle at Rosetta’s dinner table, all bets are off.

Hell is back with a vengeance and this time it’s got my name on the dartboard instead of Bane’s. Best case? A dip in the pit for me. Worst case? Heaven and Hell kick off another end-of-the-world grudge match—with oblivion as the participation trophy at the end.

But don’t worry, I kept your seat warm in the truck. Join the hunt as this ragtag family of hunters Rambles On.