Devlock and August Ford live in nondescript France, going about their days, jobs and relationship, whenever Devlock's not plagued by all around villain Haddonfield.
After a thorough telling of the two's relationship, which is interesting enough in and of itself, the adventure starts off with a chase across the world, the aether and even a little of death. Gun fights, knife fights, fire fights, a hostage here or there and probably the most shocking marriage ever witnessed by man and beast alike.
Ultimately culminating in a few too many vomit inducing speeding cars and maybe a dragon, Deadlock is more or less about the measures made to stop the world from flying off track. Everything is justified.
“I mean, by most standards we’re practically common law.”
The shop owner came by with a fresh pot of tea and all Devlock could do was nod absently at the string of Mandarin. “We... are... But that would be like,” this was the third time August had achieved anything near speechless from Devlock in the seven years they had known each other on Earth. Not that he was counting but if he really thought back, he could easily draw up those memories. “Making a statement.”
“Dearest, there would be no statement. Easier taxes,” he mused, always just that touch of the dramatic, “but no statement.”
“People would know,” Devlock countered with absolutely no edge. He didn’t want August to know that he cared people would know, the sorts of people from Devlock’s pre-supernatural life. “It might be conceived as a major move.”
August shrugged, it was well established that August didn’t necessarily care what others thought of him. Not when he wasn’t carefully manipulating their impression of him. “You could get people to call you Mr. Ford.”
Taking a ginger hold of his steaming cup of tea, the fine suited man eyed August’s broad shouldered frame of six foot something Irish as if he were still deliberating. “Did you just propose to me in China?”
“If anyone asks, we’ll say it was much more romantic.”