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The End of Days has come. The gates of Hell have opened, and the things that waited beyond them have spilled into our world. Demons pour through the breach by the thousands, spreading fire, blood, and terror wherever they go. Cities fall. Nations collapse. Humanity stands on the edge of extinction. There is only one hope. The gates must be closed. Leading the desperate crusade against the infernal hordes is Father Damien, a warrior of the cloth who has traded his sermons for a sword. Fearless beneath the shadow of Hell itself, he leads soldiers, priests, and survivors into battle, determined to force the demons back beyond the gates. To the world, Damien is a holy man. A chosen champion of Heaven. A living weapon against the forces of darkness. But Damien has a secret. One he has buried beneath years of prayer, bloodshed, and guilt. Sometimes, when the light strikes his eyes just right, those standing near him swear they can see something burning within them. Not faith. Fire. Damien is not entirely human. And somewhere beyond the gates stands the one person who knows exactly what he is. His sister, Azara. She is among the demons who escaped Hell. To Heaven, she is an abomination. To humanity, a monster. To Damien, she is still his little sister. And no army, no angel, no commandment of Heaven itself will change that. Damien will fight until his last breath to save humanity. But if Heaven demands Azara’s death… Then Heaven had better be prepared to face him.
The cathedral shook as another demonic roar echoed through the ruined city. Father Damien stood among the burning rubble, sword dripping with black blood. Then he heard a familiar voice behind him. “Damien?” He froze. Azara stepped from the smoke, horns silhouetted by the flames. “You came to kill me, brother?” Damien tightened his grip on his sword. “No.” His eyes briefly flickered with fire. “I came to take you home.”
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