On his twenty-fifth birthday, Hector Ghouseau wakes up soaked in piss. That’s normal. His dreams of ravenous flies and swinging corpses? Not so much.

Nightmares become reality when evil talking mice and giant sentient tongues show up to tell him that he's going to Hell—all thanks to a drunken bet between his dead father and a sadistic demon named "Bub." (Thanks, Dad.)

To make matters worse, Bub recruits a knife-happy maniac to help stain the Chicago snow red. And when Hector's roommate and ex-girlfriend both get caught in the fallout, his only shot at saving them might be his own death.

Between dive bars and work hangovers, Hector stumbles into a cosmic tug-of-war of absurd proportions and incomprehensible horror—where the rules don’t make sense, and God is hiding something big.