Damian Cross

AN'S HIDE

by a flickering lamp. Damian sits hunched on a dusty couch, blood

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her. That thing wore

tops p

I

's true, the

hone, scrolling through contacts. He fin

BEEP.

ED VOIC

rying to reach is cur

eyes distant. Then suddenly, he

ks up. A man's voice

HUSBAND

ll

MI

Damian Cross.

ence on the

HUSBAND

been meaning to call you.

MI

wh

tretches

HUSBAND

so sorry. It was... sudden. Police found her body in a park. Said it was an

ere, frozen. The ai

. His hands shake. Mil

I

e's r

MI

ok her form. Got her phone. Her memories. That's h

his fists, knu

den

E SIRENS pier

ounce off the alley walls outside the

I

f pigs for a n

e window. He parts the blinds and peers out-fl

MI

ng's go

I

it's

MI

way to

door-his key to survival, his arsenal, his curse. He sl

I

go crack some

red-blue strobe from the sirens pa

Y STREET

attered. Sirens wail-some dying, some still crying out. The street is littered with the bodies of officers-some dism

que, towering, skin like cracked obsidian and eyes glowing a violen

R

last living offi

ns... so

es a cla

lices through the

back slightly,

rooftop. Damian lands first, cross bag over his shou

MI

fun for one nigh

R

ing, a

s Demon Sla

I

s a k

entrance. Been dying to meet t

R

ard, cracki

. The city's al

uses. A flicker-and from the bag he pulls out a

MI

uch more you'll

, chargin

T SEQUENC

s with the staff, flipping and s

, leaping off wrecked cars, drawing her a

ing them to scatter-Damian rolls behind a police c

ht into Era's back, knocking her off balance-t

R

ou

ve that sends Damian flying into a sto

owards Dami

R

Slayer. You have no idea wha

t she raises her hand to

O (

lk too

rcing her shoulder. S

apon from the bag-a silver chain whip-and lashe

t before they ca

OO

behemoth steps out from the smoke-THE POWERFUL DEMON FROM CHAPTER ONE-hulking, ma

MI

back, e

t t

I

... not

shadowy arm, swatting both Milo and Damian aside like t

t envelops her in its massive claw-like hand. As i

R

, smi

idea what'

h into the shadows, dissolvin

LE

he soft groan of twisted

up from the wreckag

MI

lood, mu

as tha

I

ri

han her. And now

MI

es scanning

ding low-level

rens wail faintly in the distance-echoing the warnin