A marine in a land of Exorcists
"What was the purpose of Okumura Rin, you ask. It is pretty simple, ladies and gentleman of the court" Mephisto Pheles said with a large grin "I was planning on making a weapon out of him to fight against Satan and Gehenna!" He finally claimed dramatically "I would ask all of the presents to make a bet with me: Sure, Okumura Rin could very well become the nest king of Gehenna and plunge Assiah in eternal damnation... But should he become an exorcist like I and Fujimoto Shirou envisioned, he would surely end this bloody war once and for all!"
"Lies! This demon jests!" The current Paladin of the True Cross order, Arthur Auguste Angel, countered "Do not forget this clown is no better than the half-breed at your feet; Surely you can't forget he specializes in trickery and illusions! He and Fujimoto Shirou had conspired against the orders of the True Cross by allowing the offspring of Satan to survive! I can see it now: He is planning on overthrowing the order from the inside! We can't allow him to roam free any further! We must-" And the debate continued on.
But for Kirigakure Shura, the only thing that mattered was the kid that was kneeling in front of the court of Grigori. He couldn't see his face but Shura had a very good idea of what he was feeling right now: Caught red-handed using his blue flames, treated as the worst scum in the entire earth, talked down as if he was nothing but a sack of potatoes, listening in silence as a bunch of old farts decided his destiny without being able to say a thing.
Truly, what a pitiful sight... But there was nothing Shura could do about it. Right now, Rin's destiny rested within Mephisto's hands. Something many would consider an end far worse than death.
In retrospective, Shura knew this was an unavoidable outcome: Seriously, what the hell were Mephisto and Shirou thinking back then? There was no way they could have fooled the True Cross Order. Sure, a few dirty deeds done dirty cheap here and there were a thing... But to house, rise, and protect the very son of Satan, that was madness. But of course, she was in no position to condemn their actions since she herself had fallen under Mephisto's Silver tongue: That clown had pressed her buttons masterfully and convinced her to betray the Vatican's direct orders. She sighed and rubbed her temples; Honestly, she should have killed the boy on sight.
But she couldn't. After all, Okumura Rin wasn't the wretched son of Satan. No, he was Fujimoto Shirou's Boy; A stubborn, lovable idiot that was too noble for his own good. A child Shura had come to love as if he was her little brother. And that's why Shura couldn't help but bite on her lips; Because she felt powerless and incapable of doing anything. She had failed Shirou's last request and the guilt was slowly eating her away...
And the only thing she could do was wait and trust in Mephisto.
What a damn joke.
"ALL OF YOU, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Suddenly, the entire room was lit by blue flames. Slowly, Rin began lifting his head from the floor and looking at the Grigori with fury "You damn bastards! Why don't you all shut your mouth and stop spouting stupidities?! Or better yet, stop judging everyone with whatever is going on inside your idiotic heads?!" The flames intensified and he was now burning completely "I am nobodies weapon or savior! Nor I am some Demon Lord or monster! I am Okumura Rin! And I will become the best damn exorcist in the entire planet and make every single one of you bastards remember my name!"
The room was plunged into silence at his words, with only a few exorcist whispering among each other.
"The best exorcist in the entire planet! Ha! You demons sure say some funny things." Angel said, placing the blade of Calibur on Rin's neck "So in other words, you want to become a Paladin, huh? The repulsive son of Satan!? What a joke! Perhaps I shoul- Wait! What are you doing?!" Angel said in shock as Rin's flames began growing in size. "Are you trying to attack us?! Foolish Demon! I shall smite you for your arrogance!" The Paladin said, lifting Calibur above Rin's head.
"Wha-! N-No! I-I am not doing anything! I don't-" But suddenly, he exploded, sending a wave of blue fire that pushed Angel away from him. Then, the Exorcist on the room surrounded him with their weapons at the ready "No, wait! This is not my fault! Believe me!"
"What are you doing, you brat?!" Shura yelled "Stand down! Don't make things worse!"
"That's what I am trying to tell you: I am not-" There was another explosion and Rin's flames began circling in some sort of vortex above him "What the-?!"
"Mephisto! Explain!" Angel demanded to the principal but the demon said nothing. He was watching the vortex with such seriousness even Angel stopped on his tracks "Mephisto... What is going on?"
"I would like for the non-combatants in the room to leave as soon as possible," Mephisto said in low voice, wielding his umbrella like a sword. "Angel, arrange the Exorcist in the room in battle formation. Shura, be ready to retrieve Rin as soon as the event finishes. Mr. Timowan, Please escort the Grigori out of the school grounds; I am afraid to say I cannot ensure their safety so it would be for the best if they left."
"What do you mean, Mephisto?" Angel asked with a frown "What is going on?"
"I don't know. I have never seen the blue flames behave like this... But I can feel it in my bones; Something is coming and whatever it is, it will surely destroy everything in sight." Mephisto said, tightening his grip on the umbrella "Do as I said, now." The authority in his voice left the others speechless but obeyed nonetheless. With a wave of his hand, Angel gathered the Exorcist in a circle around Rin. Shura kneeled and waited for the opportunity while Rin was looking everywhere, feeling a cold shudder running down his spine. Meanwhile, the members of the Grigori were evacuated until one of them remained; the last one nodded at Mephisto and left following Timotee through the back door. Mephisto glared at the vortex and watched how it began to swirl with more intensity and accumulate above all of them "Get ready, It is coming." He said, making the others tense up.
Then, the vortex finally reached is peak and became a cloud of chaotic movements; It condensed in a small maelstrom in the middle of the ceiling before it exploded, sending a shockwave that shattered all the windows in the room. From the core, something shot out and collided with the floor, caving in the wood and making the thing bounce. It landed roughly in front of Shura and she was greeted by the huge muzzle of a sawed-off double barrel shotgun. Shura stared into the two empty holes and gulped as cold sweat ran over her face. She blinked and lifted her gaze to see the one holding the dangerously huge gun...
...
It looked like one of those space marines from video games and movies.
The newcomer was cladded in heavy green armor, completely covering his entire body with his head concealed behind a helmet with a cold-blue visor. The Marine looked left and right, studying every present in the room and scanning the area. He slowly got up with his shotgun trained on Shura, his finger itching to pull the trigger. Shura finally looked away to see what her allies were doing, the sight was quite something: While the Exorcist didn't know what to do, Angel was opening and closing his mouth like a fish; He was probably not expecting some sort of soldier from the future... But her demonic friends were the most concerning of the bunch: Both Rin and Mephisto were looking at the newcomer with wide eyes, completely frozen in place like statues. Rin had a frown and looked as if he wanted to run away as fast as he could. Mephisto remained neutral but Shura could detect a subtle trembling on his knees.
Both of them looked utterly scared and Shura didn't know why.
Everyone remained where they were until the idiot broke the silence "W-What is this?! Some new warrior demon we haven't seen before?! Surely this monster was sent to defend Satan's son!" Angel's voice attracted the gaze of the Marine towards him, lowering his shotgun and allowing Shura to finally breathe.
"Angel, you idiotic baldy! What part of this man looks like a frigging demon?!" Shura asked in disbelief.
"He clearly emerged from the blue fire! He also has a strange Rune on his helmet! It is obvious he came from hell!"
"W-Well, maybe you are right; But I can also see U.A.C. printed on the armor as well! And what part of this suit looks remotely hell-ish to you?! Last time I checked, demons didn't need a pair of futuristic pants to kill humans!"
"You may be right but that doesn't change the way it came here: Through blue flames! He was summoned by Satan's son so therefore, he is a demon! And he must be killed!" Angel claimed, finally lifting Calibur and rushing towards the Marine "Die, demon!"
"Angel, No-" But it was too late.
The Paladin was already on top of the Marine, ready to cleave him in half...
Only for the Marine to swat Calibur away with his bare hand. Angel staggered due to the sheer force behind the Marine's hand but managed to stay standing; He gave Calibur a worried glance before he glared at the armored giant. Clicking his tongue, he swung his sword at the Marine's head but he slapped Calibur again. Not giving up, the Paladin thrust Calibur but to his horror, the Marine caught the sword and stopped the attack easily; Angel tried to pull but found out that he couldn't even move Calibur a single bit. And then, he was roughly backhanded across the face and was thrown away like a ragdoll.
"Sir, Angel!" One of the exorcists yelled "You will pay for that, Bastard! Everyone, fire! Kill that monster!" And a hailstorm of bullets fell upon the Marine.
The Doom Slayer grunted in annoyance and threw the sword at the side so he could cover his visor better. In all honesty, the bullets did absolutely nothing against his hell-forged armor: They would surely need some AMR weapons in order to even scratch the Praetor suit with normal bullets. So as long as they didn't have tungsten slugs or nuclear weapons, it was virtually impossible to harm him in any shape or form.
"It's not working! The bullets are not doing any damage" Someone yelled, noticing the pools of bullets at the Marine's feet "Quick! Use holy water to weaken him!" A dozen crystal bottles filled with a transparent liquid began crashing on him, causing his armor to sizzle and smoke. "It's working! Keep firing!"
Only that it wasn't. In fact, it was actually helping: The holy water did a fine job in cleaning, polishing, and getting rid of Demonic blood, grey matter and other fluids on the surface of his armor. The Marine didn't know his suit could shine that way...
What a nice service.
Done with admiring the pristine surface of his suit, he rushed towards the closest exorcists and proceeded to headbutt and knock them up. Surely, he could have easily slaughter these idiots with his bare hands... But then again, they were just a bunch of stupid humans that were fooled, tricked, or brainwashed by some demon just like they have done with him. Of course, that didn't mean he would let them go unscathed; He would beat the living shit out of them to the point of breaking every single bone in their bodies... But hey, at least nobody would die. Sure enough, he found his current plan childish and he knew for a fact that he was being naive but after the tragedy in mars with the U.A.C., Olivia Pierce, Samuel Hayden, VEGA, and the countless lives lost in that damn base, he felt it was necessary to save these humans. Maybe it was the Night Sentinel that still lived somewhere in the depths of his core, or maybe it was a way to atone for his sins. Whatever it was, the Doom Marine was determined to solely kill the demons behind this cult.
But the question was, Where were they?
Allegedly, he had been looking around for the biggest, meanest, ugliest, and probably reddest motherfucker in the room but there wasn't even a sad imp on the vicinity. Sure, there was that brat burning with blue flames but the Marine guessed he was simply possessed... Although most of the Possessed he knew were completely disturbing to look at while the kid looked mostly normal, the only way to save him was to destroy the Supreme Demon before it was too late. Which was really hard if the coward simply chose to hide and play the waiting game. So there were currently two options: 1.- He found the demon, he killed it and the brat was saved, or 2.- He failed to find the demon, the brat became a Possessed, the Marine killed the brat and then he looked for the demon until he found and ended its life. In all honesty, either option was fine for him but he would rather save the brat instead of brutalizing him; There was something about killing possessed children that didn't sit well with him just yet.
"Eins! Zwei! Drei!" Suddenly, the Marine found himself trapped in the huge...
...
The huge beak of a cuckoo bird attached to a Candy clock.
...
Alright, that was new.
However, the Marine was unable to give much thought about the ridiculous sight as the wooden bird was currently dragging him towards the floor. With Iron grip, he crushed the beak of the bird and freed himself from the grasp of whatever that thing was. He rolled on the ground and inspected his surroundings, unsure of what to do; Back in hell, demons were as simple as they were dangerous: Plasma balls, argent infused claws and fangs, humongous bulk and lots of strength, and unholy chants meant to summon the spirits of the damned. They never got overly clever or ingenious in their tactics; Aside from that one time when they dropped an entire blood temple on top of him, their attacks consisted of the all too familiar swarm of enemies, arenas filled to the brim with demons, and other simplistic methods.
But this... This was something else...
"Excuse me, dear guest; I don't believe we have opened this part of the school for tourists. Perhaps I should guide you towards the nearest exit but do not fret, I will make sure the gift shop provides you with anything you want free of charge."
And there it was; That burning sensation that came whenever one of those bastards dared to step in his way. He could feel his core heating in anticipation, his argent enhanced blood boiling in his veins, his bones cracking as his hands balled into fists, and the old rage demanding for carnage and slaughter. But instead of finding a disgusting Slave of Doom, he found a man; The clown he had seen during his arrival: Cladded in pompous white clothes, a ridiculous hat, and wielding a stupid umbrella.
...
...
Really?
He had fought in the umbral plains of hell. He had slaughtered humongous atrocities with his bare hands. He had killed unholy horrors that could have broken the sanity of any lesser man. He had ripped and tore apart the strongest of them all with nothing but his fists and fury... And this was it!? This was their grand attempt to defy his crusade!? To disguise themselves in the shape of humans!? So he would doubt!? So he would weaken!? So they could exploit the last remnants of the Night Sentinel that still lived in him!?
THAT WAS IT?!
His entire body began trembling in fury. He was clenching his teeth so hard he could almost feel them cracking. His armor hummed as his anger began feeding it with argent energy. And with the last of his self-control evaporating, he roared like a beast. His scream shook the foundation of the building, sending ripples across the floor and completely freezing the humans that were still trying to stop him. The clown that had been smiling smugly at him now bore a frown of utter shock and fright, his limbs trembling ever so slightly as the Marine kept on roaring, unleashing his raw and unadulterated rage like a volcano. And then, he stopped and his visor glared at the clown with a sole purpose in his entire anatomy.
RIP AND TEAR!
Like he had done many times in the past, he dashed towards the poor demon that had unleashed his fury; And as always, those idiots would be unable to dodge or even guard against his devasting attacks...
At least, that was how it has always been.
But today was different: Recovering from his initial shock, the clown managed to side-step a powerful punch that would have surely smashed his stupid face into million of pieces. He hopped away, trying to get some distance between him and the Marine but it was useless: The Doom Slayer had never left a single objective escape from his clutches. So with his unnatural speed, he had already caught to the clown; The Demon frowned and realizing he was now unable to escape decided to block the next attack.
That was a mistake.
As soon as the Marine's fist collided against the umbrella, the reinforced metal simply bent under his might and his fist connected with the chest of the Demon, eliciting the sickening sound of ribs being broken and destroyed organs. The clown managed to barf some blood before he was sent flying at a great speed, he crashed with the wood palanquin and was buried in the wooden debris. For his part, the Marine snorted.
What a weakling. Even weaker than a feeble imp; Those beasties would have been able to score a hit or two before dropping dead but then again, it didn't look like he was fighting the usual Slaves of Doom. No, these creatures were something else entirely but seeing how weak they were, the Marine found himself absolutely disappointed. He was expecting a good fight...
What a shame.
Suddenly, he heard the air hissing behind him and turned around just to see a silver thing hit him on the base of his neck. But of course, against the Preator Suit, this kind of attacks could barely nick the hell-forged armor. Looking down, the Marine found that the wielder of the sword was none other than the woman wearing a bikini and a pair of shorts. Her red hair with shades of yellow was almost covering her green eyes as she glanced at the Marine in disbelief, surely shocked that her attack had accomplished nothing. Still, the Doom Slayer found himself quite annoyed at the scandalous garment of this woman: Some sort of bikini top covering her prominent bosom and a small pair of shorts. In all honesty, the Marine didn't really care a single bit about exhibitionism or nudity. Sure, he was still a functioning male with very functioning male parts but after millennia of fighting in hell, he had lost his sense of lust or erotica. Instead, he began judging clothes by their utility and protection against hellspawn and other foes; And from his point of view, this woman had to be the most idiotic being in the entire universe for trying to fight him with basically ZERO armor.
Fucking stupid.
With a grunt, he grabbed the sword and yanked it out of the woman's grasp. She gasped in surprise at the sudden force and had to quickly hop away as the Marine had tried to flatten her face with a kick. She somersaulted a bit until she was fairly away from him and watched him with careful eyes. For his part, the Marine began inspecting the sword with curiosity: If memory didn't fail him, this was an eastern kind of sword and although the name escaped him, he could remember these weapons were elegant and quite the pain in the ass to use; Long and thin with a slight curve inwards, the blade was purple and decorated with several reptilian eyes. He scoffed at the puny stick and discarded it like trash; After all, Chainsaws were the best option against demons; Sure, things could be messy but there was nothing more satisfying than cutting a big-ass Baron of Hell in half.
In general, he didn't like swords. The only sword he would consider using would be, as ridiculous as it sounded, a chainsword but not even the mad scientists at the U.A.C. had the balls to create such thing.
But he could still dream.
The woman groaned at the action and dashed towards the Marine. The Slayer attempted to knock her up again with a kick, but this girl proved to be more agile than he had expected: She ducked and slid between his legs, grabbing her sword and swung again but just like last time, the blade was unable to cut through the armor. She grunted in annoyance and jumped away before the Marine could get a hold on her. Now at a safe distance, she steadied her breathe and focused solely on her enemy. Suddenly, strange ghosts with the shape of snakes began pouring from behind her back, hissing and snarling venomously at the Marine; The Doom Slayer watched the display with a renewed sense of curiosity: Back in Argent D'Nur, the Night Sentinels used the power given by the Wraiths to fight against the Slaves of Doom: These powers consisted of various runes that could trigger certain effects: Berserker, Quad-damage, Haste and many more were among the magical arsenal of the Night Sentinels but beyond that, there wasn't much variety. The power of the Wraiths proved to be quite effective against Demons so the Sentinels never bothered to develop other sorts of magic.
So to see something new aside from argent infused arts filled the Marine with excitement; He was a man that enjoyed his life with a lot of spice.
Finally, the woman unleashed the snakes upon him; The reptiles flew deadly and true and... Passed the Marine without dealing damage; His visor flickered a little and there was some static but the event didn't even last a single second. He waited, looking left and right, expecting some sort of gigantic dragon or whatever to appear and attack him...
But nothing happened.
Instead, the woman attacked him again and just like last time, the Marine backslapped her sword with ease.
This caused the woman to widen her eyes in shock; It seemed like her technique had failed and therefore, she had disappointed the Doom Slayer: The Marine sighed tiredly before he grabbed her arm pulled her into a neck lock. The woman trashed and hit the Marine but her efforts were useless: Slowly, the lack of oxygen began taking its toll on her; Her attacks became weaker and her vision blurred. And with one last tighten from the Marine, Shura was effectively knocked off. The Marine freed her and her unconscious body plopped on the ground.
The Marine stayed there, just glancing at the unconscious woman with concern: Sure, she had been a disappointment but he couldn't just let her here in the open and defenseless, especially since all the other priest had resumed their bullet rain upon him without even scratching the Preator Suit; What if a lost bullet nailed and killed her? It would technically be his fault for leaving her unprotected. He sighed again and attempted to grab her and get her out of the danger zone when something slashed against his back and actually managed to apply pain on him.
He stumbled a little due to the surprise but was otherwise unharmed; He traced his back with one of his hands but found nothing out of the ordinary with the armor but regardless of this, something had actually made him feel pain.
That ought to entertain him for a while.
Turning around, he found himself faltering as the only one present was the boisterous blonde knight from before, his handsome face was now swollen from where the Marine had slapped him. His face was twisted in a mixture of embarrassment, anger, and caution as he eyed the woman lying unconscious at the Marine's feet. He made a quick move with his hand and the other priests stopped firing at the Slayer.
"Demon! I ignore what you are but I can see you are not an enemy to be underestimated! So now I, Arthur Auguste Angel, Supreme Paladin of the Order of the True Cross, will deal with you just the same way we, exorcists, deal with your demonic kind; Like the common trash!" He claimed, raising his sword above his head and coating it in a silver glow "I will make you regret stepping into our fortress by cleaving you in half like a pig! Pray to whatever god you demons have in hell and-" But before Angel was able to spout more bullshit, the Slayer quickly closed the distance between them and introduced Angel's face to his knee.
The Paladin doubled over and managed to articulate a single 'what' before he was sent flying across the room, crashing against a wall and losing consciousness on the process, his sword falling just a few inches away from him.
The Marine watched at the Paladin in frustration: Yet again, another fool had flared his interest only to be disappointed. And on top of that, the other priests had resumed their bullet rain on him, annoying him even further; Why were they so eager to waste a bunch of lead on him? Were they so stupid they couldn't understand that this method was ineffective? Little by little, the Marine's patience was growing thin; He wanted nothing more but tear those annoyances and leave this accursed place but these idiotic humans continued to be a major pain in the ass! And in all honesty, they were not worth the cells used in his stun bomb. And beating the living shit out of every single one of them without killing them was even more annoying.
So what could he do?
Well, he could always run away but it was against his policies to simply act like a little bitch in front of weaklings. So with no other option left, he decided to do the best option left: Break some legs.
With devilish speed, he grabbed the first idiot in his sights smashed him on the wall so hard the structure cracked under his weight. Kicking to the side, he managed to nail another priest, shattering his right leg. Grabbing another poor bastard and using him as a make-ship weapon, the Slayer began plowing the lines of Excorsist and priest as if they were nothing but toy soldiers. Their resistance was futile and eventually, most of them were left on the floor, either unconscious or yelling in pain from the severe bruises and broken limbs. Of course, they would be able to walk and skip around like before... It would only take a really, really, really long and painful recovery... But at least they were not dead. So that had to mean something.
Right?
With the job done, he returned his attention to the last task on his to-do list: The burning brat. The kid had remained completely still as the Marine plowed and utterly humiliated the forces sent to end him and the Marine began wondering how the boy was not possessed yet. Normally, it wouldn't take more than a few seconds for humans to be corrupted by a Lazarus wave. Then, they would suffer a painful and grotesque disfiguration, turning them into amalgamations of whatever clothes, weaponry, and armor they were wearing with flesh, guts, skin, and other not so nice things. The result would be a disturbing creature completely devoided of mind, obeying the dark will of its demonic master. They were mainly cannon fodder and just a pain in the ass. But it had been a long while and the brat hadn't changed in the slightest... Something was wrong. He approached the kid and the boy visibly flinched once the Marine was in front of him; The Slayer studied the small flames in his hair, the enlarged ears, the long tail on his back...
Yep, something was definitely wrong with this brat: Even though the Marine could smell the disgusting scent of a demon, he could also sense the essence of a human somewhere within. He hadn't seen such fusion in his entire life... So what was he supposed to do?
Hmm...
Well, isn't it obvious?
Kill it, of course. At the end of the day, demons were still demons. And even though he didn't know what was the deal with this kid, the demonic energy oozing from his body was crystal clear. So with a quick move, he pulled out his shotgun and trained it upon the boy's head. The kid widened his eyes and attempted to say something but he found himself unable to even blink. The Slayer sparred a single glance to the boy and quietly apologized to him for being late... But that was it. He knew what had to be done to keep the demons away from the other realms. Even if he had to kill younglings in the process.
Just as they say: You win some you lose everything else.
Hell had no mercy and spared no one... And the Doom Slayer had learned to be worse than them.
"Eins! Zwei! Drei!"
Suddenly, a shadow towered over the Marine and he turned around to see something even more bizarre than the cuckoo bird: A steam-punk door made of patches of metal. In it's front, it had some sort of eyes with a square mouth made of metal sticks. It looked rather thin and the Marine had a hard time figuring out if the thing was two-dimensional or not. But either way, he knew who had summoned whatever this was; It seemed like the clown was more resistant than an Imp.
He turned around and was about to blast the dammed thing into oblivion when suddenly, he found himself unable to move; No matter how hard he tried, he was completely stuck in place. The door hissed with steam and it opened its maw, revealing an endless void of white nothingness; The Slayer fought against the pull but mas ultimately swallowed by the strange creature. The door munched a bit and burped loudly before it returned to its frozen state as if nothing had happened. Rin watched the door in panic, expecting the Marine to simply break free and end him once and for all but it didn't happen.
"Phew! Looks like I made it..." Said an annoyingly familiar voice
Turning around, Rin found none other than Mephisto Pheles, still standing with ragged clothes, bruised skin, a trail of blood originating from his mouth and forehead, and his umbrella utterly mangled. Even though he looked as if a mere breeze would shatter him like glass; his knees were trembling and Rin could hear his labored breathing from where he was.
"M-Mephisto! I thought that guy killed you!" Rin said, regaining control over his legs and helping the principal kneel on the ground.
"Yeah, well... It will take more than a simple punch to kill this old dog!" Mephisto joked with his characteristic smile.
"A-Are you sure? That thing was hella strong: He defeated Shura and the baldy quite easy! And by the looks of it, he roughed you pretty badly.
"Nothing to worry about, young Rin! It was but a quarrel against an uninvited guest!" Mephisto reassured with a wide grin "There is no way I would be beaten by some terminator from the future! He wasn't even close!"
But Mephisto was lying...
It had been really close...
So close it wasn't even funny...
Had he failed to block the attack with his umbrella, that armored giant would have obliterated his chest and even split him in half with unholy savagery.
The way he moved, the way he reacted, the way he fought... Mephisto couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by just how vicious that thing had struck: He was fast and yet, his blows were heavy; Heavy enough to destroy his reinforced umbrella and even hurt a powerful demon like him. Although Mephisto wasn't awake when it happened, Rin had testified the armored brute had defeated both Shura and Angel. He wasn't sure how the fight had gone... But to defeat the current Paladin and one of the most prominent swordsmen in the order, it was unthinkable.
It wasn't him just being powerful, it was the armor he was wearing: Mephisto felt something familiar emanating from the suit... And yet, it wasn't the kind of thing he liked or even disliked about Gehenna... It was something ancient, something otherworldly, something horrendous that should have been left to sleep in the depths of the abyss.
Whatever it was, Satan hadn't sent it here...
"Hey, clown!" Rin's voice brought his train of thoughts "What is that thing anyway? That door looks weird."
"Ah! It is but one of my most powerful techniques: Das Stärkste Gefängnis or in our language, "The strongest prison"! It is designed to trap the first threatening thing it feels within a pocket dimension inside itself! So long as they don't have the key, nothing can open it from the inside! And yet, it is fairly easy to open it from the outside!"
"Woah! That sounds really cool!" Rin commented, excited "So there is no way that dude can escape, right?"
"Of course not, my boy! Nothing short of Satan himself could..." But the words died in his throat as a cold shudder ran down his spine.
The cartoonish door suddenly creaked and shrieked in utter pain and horror: The door bellowed like a wounded banshee, turning and twisting in disturbing angles as steam leaked from its frame. And then, it's small eyes changed from its ethereal silver to a violent crimson as a sickening red aura began erupting from its body and causing the demons to slowly back away.
And then, it simply stopped.
An oppressing silence suddenly permeated the environment and rooted the demons where they were; Watching the steaming door as they waited...
And after a while, the door simply exploded, unleashing a wave of hot steam and crimson red aura, followed by the howling of more than a thousand beasts screaming in terror and pain. The young son of Satan couldn't tear his eyes away from the unholy spectacle, feeling and even savoring the sheer power emanating from whatever lied behind the thick curtain of dust. His instincts had him frozen in place, awaiting for the merciless judgment of a creature more powerful than anything he had seen in his short life as the prince of hell...
"Rin..." The voice of Mephisto resonated within his shocked mind "Get away as fast as you can; Find Yukio and tell him to activate the Armaggedon initiative, he will know what to do."
"The wha-?" Rin turned to Mephisto just to see the principal morphed into something else: Gone was the smug smile and sarcastic swagger, gone was the confidence and amiability, gone was the friendly and creepy clown that offered Rin a place in the True Cross Academy... Instead, Rin saw an ancient warrior, seasoned by the fires of battle and the ready to fight the ultimate enemy. Mephisto's eyes were focused solely on the armored brute and they held nothing but cold and unrelenting determination. "M-Mephisto...! What are you...?
"I said... GET. OUT!" His sharp voice made Rin flinch but he obeyed nonetheless.
Glancing at the space marine one last time, Rin turned around and Ran towards the academy as fast as he could: He had to find Yukio and pass on the orders of the Principal.
He had to hurry... Or else...
The Doom Slayer was pissed... No, scratch that; He was utterly livid at the current situation.
He had no idea where the fuck he was and how he ended up in this shitty place.
And worst of all...
HE HADN'T KILLED ANYTHING IN THE LAST HOUR!
Oh boy, he was beyond livid or angry...
He
was
FURIOUS
Why were these demons so damn hard to rip and tear into tiny little chunks of bloodied meat! Why was it so damn annoying to fight these wimpy weaklings!
WHY?!
First: That blue-flamed giant had cheated and teleported him out of the fight when the Marine was about to win. Then, he appeared in some cultist bullshit surrounded by priests. After that, those stupid priests had attac- No, had made a fool out of him by using weak weapons. And all of a sudden, some idiotic clown had used party tricks to put him down. And finally, he had been trapped in a white room surrounded by colorful plushies, bubbles, rainbows and unicorns...
What.
the.
FUCK?!
Obviously, he had punched his way out of that stupid prison and was ready to give them hell. The clown and the possessed child seemed to be arguing before the kid simply turned around and ran away as if there was no tomorrow... Wise choice.
The clown, on the other hand, had stayed and was currently glaring daggers at the Marine, ready to fight tooth and nail in order to stop the onslaught of the armored berserker... But in all honesty, the Doom Slayer couldn't give a single shit.
Sure, the aura of the clown had changed and he looked somewhat threatening; His stance was more focused and the Marine could feel strange energies flocking and empowering his body. Right now, the clown might be just as strong as the Cyberdemon. His wounds had closed and there was a strange glow emanating from his body altering the very fabric of space and time...
That bastard sure was strong...
But it was all for naught.
The Doom Slayer had killed bigger and stronger demons. Creatures of darkness that had plunged entire worlds in utter chaos and madness, demonic gods capable of cracking stars, unholy beings that had corrupted entire nations and had raged war upon the heavenly bodies in the sky.
This demon was strong... But not strong enough.
So, how should the Marine kill this imbecile?
Blow him to pieces with his super shotgun?
Reduce him to ashes with his Gauss Cannon?
Splatter his innards on the floor with his Chainsaw?
...
No.
He would not need any of his weapons for this task.
It would not be enough to sate his raging fury.
No.
He would rip and tear this poor sod with his hands alone.
Just like he had done with the Titan the first time he was thrown into hell.