Fire City

In the directorial debut of ACADEMY AWARD-WINNING character effects creator, TOM WOODRUFF, JR., the fragile balance between humans and the demons who secretly live among them is broken, with dire consequences for both.

FIRE CITY: THE INTERPRETER OF SIGNS is a demon fantasy thriller set against the noir backdrop of FIRE CITY, a shadowy atmospheric world, where demons live among humans who can’t see them for what they are.

Our story follows Atum Vine, your average 700-year-old demon, who looks just shy of 30, with a bad attitude and an 8-foot wingspan. To the humans who live unknowingly among demons in a beatup tenement building, Vine is the drug dealer at the end of the hall. But to the demons on the floor, Vine is a procurer of human misery, which demons need to survive. Vine has a foot in both worlds; it’s harder than ever to make a buck these days.

Though evil incarnate, Vine isn’t all bad. Unlike most, he truly believes in the Balance, which prohibits demons from causing the misery in humans they so dearly need. Long ago, it was decided that it was better to feed modestly for a thousand years than feast for a single day. Humans are too unpredictable, too big a threat in the end, and they are all too capable of causing their own misery. All it takes is a little encouragement, which is where Vine comes in.

Life is about as good as it gets, when… everything changes.

Vine’s steady flow of addicts shuts off like a faucet. And the humans in the building suddenly reform their despicable ways. The alcoholic mother stops drinking. The wife-beater stops beating. The skeevy mother’s boyfriend is a model father figure. The Balance is broken, and Vine and the demons around him begin to starve.

Vine consults Cornelia, an interpreter of signs, fortune teller in the demon world and guardian of the Balance. Together, they discover that the phenomenon is localized, extending only to the humans in the tenement building. Cornelia reasons it is a curse. Vine believes it is a vendetta against him by a drug lord named Tarqus, a giant molluck demon with four black eyes and curling horns, who runs drugs out of a demon nightclub. After a standoff, Vine discovers that Tarqus not only isn’t the culprit, but that Tarqus and his gang are starving too.

Not knowing who to trust and running out of time, Vine continues the investigation, thinking now it must be one of the very demons starving back at the tenement. His i