Viperous by Victoria Evers

When I’m through with Heaven, even the Devil will admire my work.
They did their best to destroy everything I hold dear, but Heaven made one fatal flaw — they didn’t kill me when they had the chance. You don’t attack the ones I love and get away with it. I never asked for this. I never wanted to become what I am.
But the path to Hell isn’t paved with good intentions. It’s paved by the retribution of the worst kind of monsters. The ones we create. And Heaven is about to face the deadliest of their makings.