A desperate man obsesses over his ex girlfriend who has left him for another and the dark, mysteriously masochistic blanket of an underground cult in the sewers of London. Is the love of his life possessed by a powerful demon, or has she sold her soul for a life infinitely unsatisfying? (I actually don't remember -- that's why I'm asking...) Nothing is what it seems and evil is everywhere. What lessons are imparted as he learns to leave the [pure-evil infested] past behind? Touching. ( )