Mike Rocks has a
bad attitude. Sent to hell for murdering a man, he doesn’t seem to be taking
his fate all that seriously. Despite having his own personal demon tasked with
tormenting him for all eternity, Mike is not impressed. And that presents a
problem for Lucifer. Big Red really can’t have it getting around hell that Mike
is impervious to the pain of damnation so he offers him a job. He wants Mike to
“take a crack” at developing a new religion—Satanism, of course. Mike jumps at the
chance and no sooner has he signed the phonebook-thick contract than he finds himself
back in West Belfast, with a handsome new face (he thinks he looks Italian) and
a thirst for vengeance as strong as his thirst for a pint. He quenches both at
his former local, and that’s when things start to go sideways.
Back in hell
for a tune-up with Lucifer, Mike finds himself on a short leash with an imp on
his shoulder kibitzing on his every move as he puts the devil’s plan into
operation, starting with a sales pitch to a group of not-too-bright teenagers.
What follows is a dark (very dark) comedy of crime and punishment with
trenchant observations on pop culture and religious dogma gracefully woven into the fabric
of the story.
