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Julian Cross was Earth's will made flesh. A god since ten, he held Demonwall Pass alone for thirty years—gave humanity peace. They called him the threat and drove him out. The day he left, the demons returned. The slaughter began. The Federation begged. Julian was gone. Drunk on blood, the demons marched again. Julian moved once. One strike. They were erased.

Julian Cross was Earth's will made flesh. A god since ten, he held Demonwall Pass alone for thirty years—gave humanity peace. They called him the threat and drove him out. The day he left, the demons returned. The slaughter began. The Federation begged. Julian was gone. Drunk on blood, the demons marched again. Julian moved once. One strike. They were erased.

Julian Cross was Earth's will made flesh. A god since ten, he held Demonwall Pass alone for thirty years—gave humanity peace. They called him the threat and drove him out. The day he left, the demons returned. The slaughter began. The Federation begged. Julian was gone. Drunk on blood, the demons marched again. Julian moved once. One strike. They were erased.

Julian Cross was Earth's will made flesh. A god since ten, he held Demonwall Pass alone for thirty years—gave humanity peace. They called him the threat and drove him out. The day he left, the demons returned. The slaughter began. The Federation begged. Julian was gone. Drunk on blood, the demons marched again. Julian moved once. One strike. They were erased.

Julian Cross was Earth's will made flesh. A god since ten, he held Demonwall Pass alone for thirty years—gave humanity peace. They called him the threat and drove him out. The day he left, the demons returned. The slaughter began. The Federation begged. Julian was gone. Drunk on blood, the demons marched again. Julian moved once. One strike. They were erased.

Julian Cross was Earth's will made flesh. A god since ten, he held Demonwall Pass alone for thirty years—gave humanity peace. They called him the threat and drove him out. The day he left, the demons returned. The slaughter began. The Federation begged. Julian was gone. Drunk on blood, the demons marched again. Julian moved once. One strike. They were erased.

Julian Cross was Earth's will made flesh. A god since ten, he held Demonwall Pass alone for thirty years—gave humanity peace. They called him the threat and drove him out. The day he left, the demons returned. The slaughter began. The Federation begged. Julian was gone. Drunk on blood, the demons marched again. Julian moved once. One strike. They were erased.

Julian Cross was Earth's will made flesh. A god since ten, he held Demonwall Pass alone for thirty years—gave humanity peace. They called him the threat and drove him out. The day he left, the demons returned. The slaughter began. The Federation begged. Julian was gone. Drunk on blood, the demons marched again. Julian moved once. One strike. They were erased.

Julian Cross was Earth's will made flesh. A god since ten, he held Demonwall Pass alone for thirty years—gave humanity peace. They called him the threat and drove him out. The day he left, the demons returned. The slaughter began. The Federation begged. Julian was gone. Drunk on blood, the demons marched again. Julian moved once. One strike. They were erased.

Julian Cross was Earth's will made flesh. A god since ten, he held Demonwall Pass alone for thirty years—gave humanity peace. They called him the threat and drove him out. The day he left, the demons returned. The slaughter began. The Federation begged. Julian was gone. Drunk on blood, the demons marched again. Julian moved once. One strike. They were erased.

Julian Cross was Earth's will made flesh. A god since ten, he held Demonwall Pass alone for thirty years—gave humanity peace. They called him the threat and drove him out. The day he left, the demons returned. The slaughter began. The Federation begged. Julian was gone. Drunk on blood, the demons marched again. Julian moved once. One strike. They were erased.

Julian Cross was Earth's will made flesh. A god since ten, he held Demonwall Pass alone for thirty years—gave humanity peace. They called him the threat and drove him out. The day he left, the demons returned. The slaughter began. The Federation begged. Julian was gone. Drunk on blood, the demons marched again. Julian moved once. One strike. They were erased.