Joseph Creed is a paprazzo, one of that unillustrious band of photographers whose sole purpose in life is to chase and harass celebrities for candid shots, preferably of the seedier kind. Sleaze of the first order, but good at his job, nothing will stop Creed getting the right shot. He is unkempt and often uncouth. He's a coward, a liar and a would-be blackmailer. He's also a womanizer and a divorce. He looks a little like the actor Mickey Rourke (and is aware of it). After the funeral ceremony of a major Hollywood actress, he photographs a man of ravaged appearance desecrating the grave. The person he has photographed bears a remarkable resemblance to a man hanged in the 1930s for murder and mutilation of children. But Creed has been noticed and a series of horrific events unfold designed to intimidate him into handing over the film. Creed eventually discovers his Antagonists are the Fallen Angels of Europe, whose origins can be traced to Biblical sources. Their powers are waning, the centuries and the evil they have perpetrated have taken their toll. The demons are weary. Creed finds them in an old folk's rest home...