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Damian Cross

Chapter 7 Hell Wants In

Word Count: 1944    |    Released on: 08/04/2025

Y STREET

ight flicker out into the night breeze. Ashes drift where Er

with adrenaline, weapon still drawn. Milo, b

MI

es scanning

ding low-level

I

y're gett

ef si

WI

e air. A dart lands near

oth lo

MI

nfu

the

n the distance-barely visible in the mist and

MI

u miss

I

ing th

a

SSSSH

spreading green gas. It billows

I

mi

la

ts them li

Milo stumbles. Sounds

thing Dam

urning and walking

CK

HOUSE – U

kne

ng of water.

tretched out, metal cuffs locked to a c

her side of the room, a

MI

his b

I've been knocked out and cha

teps

long trench coat, calm posture, and on t

of the mask's eyes s

ng in behi

bin

cked porcelain mask

light above swings slightly, casting distorted shadows across the floor. He st

BRI

, rev

l these

research... the bloo

nally-it's in

t like it's a holy relic, his gloved finge

BRI

ed through fire, de

w what you carr

lking around w

MI

him off,

my blo

-amused. A soft chuckle

BRI

ke

r of the u

head still low,

I

nick off a dead priest, you had

reak eye contact

MI

nk you're open

BRI

Da

a

slowly turns, walking toward a table full of

ound in blood and ash. The bag is placed at the center, glowi

candles or twisted relics. The entire room pulses with a dark hum. A

t

old wall, wrists bloodied fro

MI

ly, t

ually go

I

ce w

is is

o open a goddamn door we d

ok ahead-hop

nly-C

etal, flying bolts, and plasma sparks fills the ro

E (O

you two would

CK. CLAC

st cloud. A shadow creeps along the

rward-SLASH! His body drops,

ut of the

ng subtly. Her eyes? No pupils-just silver, ancient orbs.

I

de-

e got to be

MI

unn

.. is

I

psycho that tr

anon carefully, con

BRI

.. not f

A

ol

talk t

ts off a pillar and severs Damian's chains.

I

inn

thing I said abou

A

repay m

MI

ell did y

A

ng her

s a trail-like

BRI

sing, to

! Finish

ing, swirling, splitting the air above it w

ding in the center of the sigil. But his voic

BRI

eth

is it? The bag-w

e floor where he yanked it back with the chain-blade.

MI

cki

kin' for t

s voice turns to a scream-rage-filled

BRI

derworld! You do not under

I

s cr

he memo. Bag b

BRI

spe

... the gate re

collapsing into sparks and smoke. Harbinger takes a step back, the

A

ol

it's

MI

te

's just

into the bag. Harbinger's porcelain smile mask

MI

, def

't answe

lowly, eyes locked

MI

h we

answer

One of Damian's weapons subtly clicks into view for half a sec

BRI

orged in the fire of the void...

I

inn

graded its

eneath his feet crumbles into ash. His voice crac

BRI

, Cross. But you will... and when the ti

MI

l

y

BRI

ol

the bag... I'l

Bunny"-lunges forward, impossibly fast. Damian barely dodg

I

ing a

e're doing

nny mid-air, steel-on-steel, acrobatics and brutality colliding. Damian rushes Harbinger, who conjures jagge

MI

ight,

gh of you got

g a sigil like a blade-i

I

rea

ke a dartboard to

ough the smoke, weapon drawn. He and Happy Bunny engage in a brutal, grounded fig

ark markings react violently, pulling at him like a rejected offering. Harbinger

A

Da

this

ain. A new weapon forms-a glowing, ancient axe pulsing

ck, stabbing at his mask. Nanon tackles Harbinge

MI

, summoning a glowi

te stay

blade crashes into his side, knocking him clean across the chamber into th

fallen partner. His head tilts, just a little-almost lik

oke pellet at the ground. The flash blinds eve

I

nti

ves me the

A

g the sm

see hi

ess body, breathing hard, the bag now

MI

to

IDEOUT

er, bruised but alive, casually munching on a half-eaten chocolate bar. Damian paces, arms folded, his eye

MI

ing

p us now? And why let us go the first tim

I

s, mou

ll

ugs, bare

A

, then

ay... I have

MI

had us dead to rights the

I

pici

and dipped like you forgot to

A

o Milo,

s just in

doesn't

MI

to

A

out to open something tha

at the

ings on the other side even worse than Kogron

oward Harbinger-unconscious, r

MI

w? You gon

A

kes

go to the underw

l slowly forms

A

here. But not t

I

guess..

A

mi

oesn't move... and yo

al begins pulling them both in. Before vanish

A

ss. But for now... we

a flash of otherworldly ligh

n exh

MI

ll of su

I

t anyone else

OF C

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