This year the Devil had not anticipated coming to London for </p>Christmas, at all. He was scheduled to be elsewhere. The far east </p>to be more precise. But for some inexplicable reason his particular </p>set of senses told him that he was needed there. So here he was. </p>And a good job too if his current charge was anything to go by. </p>Perched precariously atop Tower Bridge he was doing his utmost to </p>talk down a man who seemed intent on throwing himself head long </p>into the icy waters of the river Thames below. But what had driven </p>the man to such extremes? And, more to the point, how was it that </p>he seemed to know who he was? The plot thickens as the Devil </p>becomes embroiled in a plot to try and prevent Hell itself coming </p>to Earth.</p>