Author's Note: In this Doom fanfiction im combining my love of werewolves and Doom into a great story.
Hope you enjoy it!
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I crouched low, extending my claws, as the stench of the demons swept over me. I could hear the rustling of the underbrush as the lumbering hellknight ripped the forest. I began to crawl towards the Hellknight when I heard a rustling behind me. I turned, yellow eyes catching sight of five imps lunging forward in an attempt to claw me. Their claws raked through my thick pelt doing no harm to me. I bared my fangs and growled a challenge at them; all they did was chitter in their unknown language. I grinned as I jumped, hind legs coiled, landing in the middle of the group.
My claws raked threw imp flesh, severing arteries and tendon as easily as if I were on a hunt. Blood rained down on my fur as I bit into the throat of one imp. With a quick snap I severed the pitiful creatures spine. Shaking the corpse from my mouth I turned, two left. Grinning I howled in victory as I ripped my right arm into the stomach of one imp. Ripping down, I gutted the pitiful creature. Arms trying to grasp its falling entrails it was dead before it hit the ground. Blood flowed freely from the other imp. Its multiple eyes opened wide, dashing right in front of it I grabbed it by its throat and howled in ecstasy as its pitiful claws raked harmlessly against my hide. I raised it above my head, howling again I plunged the flailing creature down against my knee, breaking its body in half. Casting aside the final corpse I turned as the Hellknight's roar ripped through the woods.
I grin as my fur bristles by the sound. A worthy kill. I lunge into the trees, dashing aside one tree after another. I smell the Hellknight's musk before I see him. Roaring hysterically, its wide mouth splits into an even deeper roar. Glancing to my right I run up the side of a tree, my claws gouging deep lines into the bark. The Hellknight roars up at the tree as I continue to climb. I stop and howl into the sky.
Licking my lips I lunge from the tree. Raining down upon the massive Hellknight, I tear deep slashes down the sides of the Hellknight's back. It swings its arms at me as in turns its massive bulk. I stand my full height, growling in challenge. I stand a head taller than the Hellknight. The Hellknight's musculature and height bear him great power, that is true. Yet I have the agility and the skill to wield its power. Where the Hellknight is nine feet tall I am ten. Arm to arm we would be a match, yet that matters not for the fact that I am the fastest.
Bearing my claws and growling I bunch the muscles in my legs preparing to pounce. The Hellknight charges me, swinging its arms blindly. I easily sidestep its swinging arcs and rip down with my claws, into the demon's shoulder. Thick skin, tendon, and bone sever cleanly as its arm disconnects from its shoulder. Roaring in pain and fury the Hellknight turns back, preparing to charge me again. "Fool," I growl.
Picking up its severed arm, I sling it towards its legs. Thick black blood sprays from the severed limb as it bowls into the Hellknight's legs. With the force I put behind it, I hear the hellknight's shins break in a grounded crack. The Hellknight buckles in upon itself. Roaring in pain and anger, it gouges the soil in front of it in an attempt to attack me with its remaining arm. I lunge atop the Hellknight's back and clamp onto the back of its neck with my jaws. In a splintering crack I smash its spine apart with my mouth. Crouched atop the corpse of the Hellknight I howl in triumph into the night sky.
I flip the corpse over and dig into the Hellknight's chest. Reaching its heart I sever the arteries connecting its heart with its body and lift it into the air. Howling again I tuck the heart into my mouth and charge into the woods. The wind pelts my black fur as I dash in between trees. In long, gaping strides I run through the woods. Stopping at the edge of the forest I sniff the air. Picking up the scent of my pack I run towards their smell.
Lifting myself onto a tree I sniff the air and catch the familiar scent of my pack only a few meters away. I lunge from the tree and land on the ground at a gallop. Tearing out of the forest and dashing across the scorched plains I stop as I catch sight of my pack. Twelve in all, eight males and three females we range from warriors to our elder shaman. I close the gap between us and stop feet from the elder shaman, Kerrok.
"Have you brought us the heart, Tachande," Kerrok asks.
I bow my head and release the heart from my mouth," yes elder," I speak, handing the heart to Kerrok.
"Good," Kerrok speaks. Lifting the heart into the air, Kerrok whispers ancient words into the night air. Small pulses of mist bend from the air, flowing around and through the heart. "With this we will transcend this world and enter the world of the Humans."
All of us howl in acknowledgment as his ritual comes to a close. The heart bursts into flame. Releasing his grip on the heart he stands back as a ring of fire completes in from of us. "It is done," Kerrok speaks.
All twelve of the pack howl and step forward, into the portal. Fire swirls about myself as I plunge through the tunnel. Words cannot explain the sensations that my body experiences as our very being is thrust through the tunnel. The world blanches back into focus as we fall through the end. Landing at a roll I tuck my right shoulder down and brace myself for the impact. Landing on the ground I roll to my right and land on my hind legs.
Kerrok turns to the rest of the pack as we form a semi-circle about him," this is the world of the humans," spreading his hands outward to encompass the world," yet untouched by the demons that have destroyed our world."
At the reminder of our world my mind slips from this reality. Scents of my people waft through my nostrils as I turn left and right, gazing at the stone walls of my den. Walking over to one of the dark corners of my den I glance upon the prone form of my mate and our young. I watch as their chests slowly rise and fall in the grip of their dreams. I turn to the entrance of our den and examine the forest at the entrance. Large oak trees cover the vast forest for miles around. Bats fly by the light of the moon, as their custom. Somewhere down in the forest the roar of the river pulses.
The sweet reminders of home can be a very cruel thing, especially when encompassing such bitter memories of loss and hate. No sooner when I turn and begin lay protectively in front of my family does a massive gateway appear in the center of one ancient oak. My mate's eyes shoot open as the luminescent orange light engulfs our den. Our children yelp in fear and scurry behind my mate. I stand prone, hackles raised, teeth baring and claws extended. My chest shudders from the feral growl emanating from deep within.
In the center of the tree the core begins to pulse, as if being ripped from within. Moments pass when the core of the tree explodes. Massive talons brace on either side of the trunk. Pushing with corded muscles, the Berserker demon pushes through; blaring a pathway open for imps. The Berserker demon opens its four semi-circular orbs and its silver pupils narrow as it takes count of us. Ripping itself from the tree, the demon kneels on the ground. Shuddering from the back, atop its massive shoulder blades, unfurls long sinewy black wings. Rising from its crouch, the demon looks down at me.
Its size compares to none. Pure muscle cords under pale gold hide. Long trunk-like arms spread wide, ending in three massive talons. Bristles of course black hair protrudes from under bone upon his brow. Spreading its massive wings it roars at me. Its fetid breath slides across my pelt. Bearing through the challenge, my chest shudders more as my growl bellows deeper. In as much as I can warn it I speak in my tongue," stay away from my family, fiend."
Its head cocks to one side. Its massive jaw spread wide to reveal sharp tusked teeth. In a tongue mutated to my own it bellows," join us or die; for you shall be spared if you do, fight us and you shall fall."
I grin and brace myself," Leave this place or die!"
The demon's body racks from what appears to be laughter," so be it," it utters, before charging me hands wide and wings spread.
With my family behind me I could not move, so I braced myself for the impact. The wind blows from my body as the massive creature barrels into me, but by Gaia I stood my ground! My breath ragged from the impact, I roar once and rake my hands across its massive face. My claws score a path clear across its face, gauging out three of its four eyes. Blue-black ichor flows from the gashes. The demon roars in fury and smashes its hand across my face.
My vision begins to darken from the hit, something's wrong. Feeling the strength ebb from my body I growl once and jump onto its massive. Feeling a numbing sensation flowing across my body I rip into the neck of the demon and rip deeper and deeper as my vision fades to black.
In my dream the sky is illuminated a rich red, the soil is course and blood red. I run across the plain before me, dust trailing. There's no wind, im lighter than I am supposed to be. In a rage I howl into the air. Looking before me the world is dead; there is neither trees nor water. No life. In a panic I taste the air. No scent, no odor of anything except dust. Walking in bewilderment of my surroundings, I glance at the ragged ground. What appear to be skeletons litter the ground.
Kneeling down I lift the skull of one. Relatively light in the palm of my hand it's shaped as a circle. Its different from mine, the nose is relatively small and the forehead is curved into the skull. Setting the skull back down I continue my trek through this foreign land. Looking up into the sky I stop. Stars, clear stars faintly covered by pale orange clouds illuminate the sky. Shuddering at the sheer foreignness of it all I continue my trek.
Changing from a sprint to a flat out run I clear several feet in a single gait. Running through the plain I jump into the air and scan the surroundings. Behind me and to both sides is the same dead ground. Barren as far as my eyes can see, dead. Ahead of me, however, as massive city lies in ruins. Skittish from my journey I crouch low and continue at a semi-jog sprint. Approaching the ruins I glance into destroyed buildings. More skeletons litter the floors of the buildings. Some are broken; others look as if they were mauled.
Leaving the entrance of one building and continue to walk forward in the ruins I stop at one litter of skeletons. One appears to resemble the creature that I was fighting in my den. Its skull was collapsed, a ragged blacken hole dead center of its forehead cracked the rest. Around it appears to be the skeletons of the strange creatures I have seen in the buildings. I stand from my examination when a shockwave spread throughout my body. My body crumples on the floor as small tinges of pain course through my veins. Blackness once again steals over my vision.
A familiar scent descends into my nostrils, brethren. My eyes shoot open to hold the elder shaman Kerrok in my gaze. "What, Meara!" I roar as my memory returns. I launch myself off the ground and wheel around. I fall to my knees as my heart constricts so painfully. Huddled in the corner of my den my two sons and daughter bodies lay mangled. Limbs askew, bone protruding from broken flesh. Skulls collapsed by massive hands. Tears blind my vision, shaking my head fiercely I turn to gaze at the entrance of the cave. There upon the entrance lies my Meara. Broken as my cubs, yet within her shattered jaw remains the last eye of the demon.
Overwhelmed by grief, I raise my arms into the air. With my hands clenched, claws digging into my palms, I howl into the air with such grief and rage. I beat my hands against the floor and crawl towards the shattered forms of my children. Clutching their broken bodies in my arms I walk over to my Meara. Collapsing at her corpse I lay our children against her body. My body shutters from the cries ripping through my body. Tears stream from my eyes. Laying the bodies of my children with my Meara I stand and blink away some of the tears burdening my vision.
Walking to Kerrok I look to find four of the males of our pack standing, heads bowed, in sympathy. A strange calm comes over my body as I feel Kerrok's hand upon my shoulder," they will be avenged," was all he said in quiet voice.
I look into his eyes and see such sincerity in them that I nod. My body shifts as if on fire. My muscles flex and unflex; my vision begins to tinge with crimson red. My chest rumbles as I growl," we hunt."
Kerrok and the other four males acknowledge my order and howl into the air," we shall find the demon that killed my Meara and children, and when we do save the beasts end for me."
Kerrok and the males nod. The four males depart to track the demon whilst Kerrok remains," we shall avenge the death of Meara, my daughter and your wife, as well as my grandchildren."
Tears streak still down my face," help me bury them," I say in a hoarse voice. Kerrok nods.
Carrying my children in my arms I walk solemnly to the river, Kerrok behind carrying his daughter, my Meara. Kneeling at the edge of the river I set their bodies down and gather forth small pine needles and place them in the hair above their brows. Kerrok kneels above Meara and my children and whispers in the ancient tongue a prayer to the earth mother, to carry their spirits to Gaia. Ending his prayer with tears, he sets Meara's body into the river. I kneel down once and kiss my children's foreheads and whisper," I will see you in Gaia, and ill be with you and mommy again."
Tears running down my face I set their bodies into the river and turn to Kerrok," Now we Hunt."
My mind comes back to my body as Kerrok stands before me. Gazing into my eyes he sees the glint of pain and memory that I had just experienced," they have been avenged Tachande. They where taken from us by the demons, we killed those that killed them for their scent was upon them still when we hunted. Now we are on this world and we need to make sure that that pain does not come to this world, to these people. We have suffered much, our world destroyed, our loves lost; and yet we have survived. We have lived, and now my friend we shall hunt once again."