What a mess this turned out to be. What a great cover (and the other covers from the 4 issue run, they are shown in the back of the book). Too bad the writing was so bad. The premise and the setting and the potential are great. An immortal ex-soldier is kind of a detective for hire in the supernatural world of L.A. (unbeknownst to the 'normals'). He's hired by this super rich super racist that wants to bring about hell on earth (or at least California, though arguably it's already there [ba dum tsh]) by sacrificing his daughter, who is somehow the antichrist (her name is Anita Christ....) and it's partially concocted by this old vampire. 
 For pointless reasons, our hero is involved in a dispute about rising rent for his friend named Freddy Chtonic, who has to do with Lovecraftian Old Ones and he has tentacles for his mouth, and also speaks frequently in alliteration (which ends up more annoying than anything. Also the guy that can't pronounce Rs is irritating to read). There are some other vampires, and they are also connected to the bigger vampire. The writing is just all so convoluted and dry. I get mostly what's going on, but none of it really makes any sense. The ending in particular was questionable. Anita turns into this werewolf beast after the hero, named Antoine Wolfe (who apparently has this huge reputation), gets all shot up (but remember he can't die). Then they drive away together. The end. what? I think volume 2 said it takes place 20 years later or something. I'm still deciding whether I should bother reading it. 
 The artwork is passable. It's simple linework with broad flat colors. It works, but it's anything but exciting. Which fits the writing I guess. Unrealized potential in both aspects. Also, there were tons of inconsistency in continuity. One moment a girl is in the back of a police car, nothing in her hand. Then the officer mentions something about her never letting go of this necklace. Next thing you know, she's holding it. It makes no sense to not be consistent there. Also, some shadows under someones nose. Now they're there, now they're not. And other things.