Infernal Dawn

by quentin3655

It is said that Karma bites everyone in the ass. And what better way for Karmatic Vengeance against a guy who treats women like Dirt and made a Sex empire, then to have his Empire destroyed by the one who Hell fears. The Doom Slayer has Come. And there will be Justice! (IM BACK BABY!)

16. Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Reich des Hundes

Part 4: Der Fall

(PLAY: DOOM 2016 Tower Ascent)

The downpour in Ansur battered against the Doom Slayer and the cracked concrete of the streets. Through the droplets staining his visor, his eyes focused on the higher districts. The Royal Palace; one place where he would purge them all. The 'Great Communicator' and 'Boomstick' would be his witnesses to that.

The Doom Slayer jumped, leaving a small cloud of dust with his leap. He jammed his fingers between the granite wall's loose rocks, ascending to the top one arm at a time. At the apex of his climb, he continued to hop his way one dark rooftop after another. From here, the masses of destroyed buildings and the ruins of the alchemical factory district became clear. A flood of red only greeted him as his eyes roved the establishments for even a sliver of hope.

He continued his highrise rush, the soles of his feet smashing against the pinewood ceilings and his palms smacking the edges of rooftops with each climb. After a while, the Marine noticed a lone, mace-wielding Black Dog guarding one of the roofs. Poor bastard didn't know what awaited him as the Doom Slayer snuck behind him and ran.

"Huh-WHAT TH-"

*THWACK!*

The man was cut off by the Hellwalker's boots drop kicking straight into his face. The Black Dog flew several meters into the air before crashing into a building as a breathless, bleeding mess.

The Doom Slayer pumped his fist. Then, he analyzed his HUD to see how far he was from his destination. The Auto-map display showed him that he was at least three buildings away. The heavy rain still obscured his view, albeit slightly thanks to his visor.

The Slayer made his way to the second building, but between the second and the last, he leaped into an alleyway. His knees bent as his fist dug into the ground, easily absorbing the massive pressure. After dusting himself off, the Marine took out the Super Shotgun. He tiptoed to the end of the alley and took a peek at the streets.

The main gate loomed over the distance, serving as an impenetrable wall between the peasants' neighborhood and the dwellings of the upper class. Hundreds of Black Dogs and Monsters scoured the area like roaches, armed with all sorts of weapons. Before them was a mass of citizens carrying pitchforks and torches, protesting while rallying to gain entrance inside the gate. While most civilians still kept distance between the guards, a few finally grew impatient and assaulted the guards.

Despite the civilians' numbers, anyone who dared closed the distance had their skulls crushed by maces or their innards fried by shock batons.

The Doom Slayer tightened his grip on his shotgun but quickly relaxed his muscles. Something shifted behind him, interrupting his train of thought. The Marine turned around, glaring at whatever made the noise. It was a lone, old man standing, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

Both said nothing for a few seconds until the stranger finally raised his hand and spoke.

"Uhh… Hi?"

The Marine still stared at the man, not satisfied in the slightest by the rags the supposed civilian wore. He raised the Super Shotgun back at him.

"Dog?"

"EEP! NO! By Celestine, no!" The man waved his hands frantically, shrinking from the hulking figure in front of him. "I'm not with those monsters... gods..."

The Doom Slayer kept his aim trained but eased instance. The elder continued to cower.

"P-please... spare me... I'm just a-"

The man paused before slowly looking back at the Slayer, who already shouldered his shotgun.

"Huh?" He blinked twice. "Y-you're not going to... kill me?"

The Marine just shook his head.

"Oh… Oh, t-thank you..." The man stuttered as he slowly sat down and rubbed at his chest to calm himself. "I-I thought you were gonna rip my head off or something..."

"Don't harm innocents," was the Slayer's reply before he approached the man. "...Why are you here?"

The elderly man stared back at him, still shaking slightly. "Uh... I-I was looking for a bit of food for my family." The man shifted nervously. "We heard the city was under attack from unknown forces. B-but when I came out, I only saw the corpses... D-did y-you cause all of this?"

The Marine from Hell nodded.

"Oh..! Oh I-I see. May I know what... who you are exactly, sir?"

"Doom Slayer..."

The Slayer reached for the old man then helped him up… only for the latter to suddenly grovel before the former.

"THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR HELPING US, SIR SLAYER!" The man bawled his eyes out. "You have no idea how long we've been waiting for a savior to save us from this damnation..."

"Right thing to do..."

The Marine helped the crying man back to his feet and the latter gave the Slayer a small, grateful bow.

"Thank you again. I wish you good luck on your conquest."

The Slayer nodded and turned back to the situation ahead. The rioting civilians were still in a frenzy, despite the recent bloodshed. Perhaps he could scare them all off by firing warning shots with his Machine Gun?

No, by the time the guards recognize him, the Black Dogs would mow down the civilians.

Or maybe, he could try to climb back to the rooftops?

Nah, the wall was too high, even for the Delta-V boots.

Besides, nothing was sticking out the wall he could use to climb back up. By the time he got over the fence, the Black Dogs and those Monsters would've dogpiled him and the big cheeses of this town would've gotten away.

The Doom Slayer sighed. Thinking was VEGA's department; he was the muscle.

Drowned in his thoughts, the Marine didn't notice that the old man was still standing behind him.

"Uh... Sir Slayer? I... I don't want to bother you but... what exactly are you doing?" asked the man.

"Thinking," was the Marine's reply.

"About what?" he asked again.

The Slayer looked back at the man. "Wanna get past. Don't want civilians harmed."

As the Marine turned back, the man quirked his eyebrow.

"I see…"

For a second, the man also pondered over Doom Slayer's problem, until an imaginary candle went up in his head.

"Um, sir. I may have an idea..." he said, placing his finger under his chin, "...although now that I think about it..."

The Doom Slayer turned around. "Hmm?"

The man shook his head. "I'm not sure. It may be foolish, but if your armor is sturdy enough, then maybe..."

"What?"

"I... I think it's better if I just show you."

---

Ansur High District Council Hall

"This is outrageous!" One of the nobles of House Oriax yelled as he slammed his hand against the table.

Earlier, Jack Ginsburg had requested an emergency meeting to discuss the threat of the Doom Slayer. While most had been a bit reluctant, House Mundus scoffed and declared the meeting in session. Ginsburg had reported what his 'Eyes' had told him and had even shown them the chaos the Slayer had caused.

As the former crime families were about to go panic after witnessing how the Eyes of Ansur were brutally killed single-handedly, Leandros the Head of House Mundus called for order. He activated his Automechs and expected them to finish off the meddling knave!

Unfortunately for them, the mechs all ended up into a pile of scraps…

Even with the activation of the height of Dog Empire engineering, they could not stop him. Realizing that the city was doomed, they hoped that they could escape, but the 'High-Lord' under the strict orders of Emperor Volt had forbidden them from leaving the city. Volt had said that he would send a legion of his own to retake the city if the Slayer arrived.

The only thing they had to do was call him using a magic crystal ball and inform him of the Slayer.

But it would take several days from Ken to Ansur. Considering that The Slayer had killed around a third of Ansur's military in an afternoon, the chances of surviving for another few days did not seem realistic.

In other words: They were sitting ducks.

"With all due respect, Volt's plan is foolish! Why would he want us to stay?!" The same noble complained.

"That is because you are missing the bigger picture. This Slayer, with his one-man-war on us, has sparked the fires of revolution. If we were to run, we would further prove that 'Beast's' point by looking like cowards! If we stay and manage to defeat him somehow we might manage to get the people back on our side." Leandros explained as he rubbed his temples.

"But what about the High-Lord?" Another from House Ginsburg asked.

"That fat fool has fortified himself to the palace and will probably try to escape. The idiot that he is, he will forget that if he does that, not just would he have to deal with the Slayer but Volt's men as he would be branded a traitor." The head of Mundus said as he took a sip from his wine glass.

"How can you be so calm about this?! That thing...that monster just brutalized my Eyes, Ansur's greatest assassins! He destroyed your Eisenhauer! What are you thinking?!" Jack yelled.

"That is because, by the time he arrives here, we will have enough time to change position." Leandros took a sip of wine. " Ansur is a big city. It's not a question of if he finds us, but when he finds us. All we have to do is stall time until Volt's forces arrive. Besides I'm sure he's going to be busy with cannon-fodder before getting to us."

The nobles seemed to settle down for a bit.

Little did they know that fate had other plans in store...

---

After a few minutes of walking through piles of dead bodies and bloody streets, the Slayer and the old man made it to a wooden warehouse. Unlike a large part of the city that the Doom Slayer had thrashed, the warehouse was still intact but aged rather poorly.

"Now you see after the war, a lot of buildings had to be reused for storage. The Seven Shields had lost and while Volt and his band were planning another raid on the rest of Selenus, they had to put all their gear somewhere."

The man then dug his hand into the pocket as he searched for something.

"Ansur, due to its run-down state has had a lot of abandoned buildings where usually the beggars hung around. Now that most of them had been executed for the sake of 'improving' the economy and the city's image, all the surplus of armors and weapons were stored in one place."

The old man then pulled out a key and gave the Slayer a toothy grin.

"And guess who got beaten to the inch of his life and given the job of janitorial duty?"

With a low *CLICK!* sound, the former weapons' guard opened the door and walked inside the dimly lit warehouse followed by the Doom Slayer. Various weapons and gear from swords to armor could be seen around, but both paid no attention to them.

Placed at the furthest of the room was a large siege weapon covered in a dusty leather cover. The weapons' guard pulled off the cover, coughing up a bit and revealed the siege weapon to be an oaken catapult.

The elder stared at the siege weapon then at the Slayer, before scratching his head.

"You know... Now that I think about it, my plan was a dumb idea, to begin with…" The old man sighed.

The Marine glanced back at the man.

"Well... I had kinda had the thought that maybe we could put you on top of this and... throw you over to the high district?" The geezer shrugged in defeat "I'm sorry. I just realized how stupid the plan was."

Oh, the Slayer would agree on that. There were so many things that could go wrong, so many things that could end up backfiring.

Broken body, slamming into a wall, a bad landing.

That idea wasn't just stupid, it was dangerously stupid...

And he loved it.

---

Ansur's Gate to the High District

On the top of one of the watchtowers, two men dressed in Mace guard armors had been assigned to guard the main gate from the rioting citizens and the Doom Slayer. Compared to the rest of the city which was in full pandemonium, those two were pretty relaxed.

"Hey, Hans. Can I ask you a question?" One Mace turned to his companion.

"What is it Roman?" Hans answered with a slight hiss.

"Well..." Roman scratched his head before looking at the Black Dog flag then at Hans. "Have you ever looked at our flags?"

"Our flags?" Hans raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah, like our new national flag after Emperor Volt took over."

"Did someone deface it?!" Hans raised his voice. Roman, however, waved his hands.

"No-no, nothing like that. It just... Have you ever noticed the symbol of our flag?" He asked again.

"What? Our proud and magnificent symbol? Of course! It's the most glorious thing out there!" replied Hans.

"Yeah, about that..." Roman then scratched his head again. "Don't you think that its red and black color scheme and the image of an angry dog roaring seem... evil?"

"What?! I can understand the coloring somewhat but what are you saying, Roman?!" Hans exclaimed. "The dog is supposed to intimidate our enemies! Of course, it's going to look frightening!".

"I know, I know, but...I feel like there could have been a better symbol. I mean let's look at the Seven Shields for example."

Hans snorted. "The Bitches?"

"Uhh... Yeah sure let's go with that." He agreed. "The Seven Shield's flag was a golden and white shield. The colors represented purity and honor while the shield was supposed to mean that they protect their citizens."

"Your point?"

"I'm pretty sure that a mangy, angry dog that probably has rabies is NOT a great symbol to represent us. The only thing that could have been worse would be a skull or a snake!" He pointed out.

"I mean, I gue-" Hans was interrupted as Roman kept on.

"Speaking of which, House Mundus has a fucking snake as an Icon! Snakes usually represent backstabbing and poison! It's literally the worst symbol they could ever use!"

"But don't snakes represent healing as their venom are used to make potions as well?" Hans tried to argue back.

Roman just gave his companion a thousand-yard stare. "Yeah? Tell me, does an Automech look like it's gonna heal anybody?"

"Uhh... no?"

"My point exactly!" Roman affirmed.

"Well... At least our house has a decent banner...right?" Hans suggested.

"I don't really think so."

"What?!" Hans turned to Roman "But it's a mace! What's so bad about a mace!?"

"Look if it was a sword, I would have agreed since swords represent elegance and honor. A mace is meant to bludgeon people to death. They are messy and barbaric."

"Okay yes, maybe but where are you going with this?!"

"Hans... Are we the baddies?"

---

"Are you sure about this?" The old man asked as he stared at the Slayer.

Currently, both the man and the Hell Marine were outside with the Doom Slayer sitting upon the catapult that had been brought out, facing towards the high district.

From the catapult beam's condition, it looked like it could break anytime from supporting the Doom Slayer's weight alone.

The Hellwalker just glanced at the man and gave thumbs up.

Swallowing hard, the man reluctantly took the nearby axe and cut the rope, causing the catapult to launch the Marine past the city's wall.

The old man could only stare in awe, as the Slayer glided through the air, ready to kick ass and take names.

"Celestine bless you, you crazy bastard…" The man smirked.

---

"WHAT?! No! Why would you say such a thing?!" Hans exclaimed.

Roman just scratched his cheek.

"Well, for one. Before the war between the Seven Shield and Dark Queen, the three families were considered 'crime-families' who extorted, murdered, stole and enslaved the people."

"I mean yeah bu-"

"Furthermore, the Black Dogs committed mass rape on the entire female population of Eostia. I mean not us two, since we joined after the war... But you know, 'following' blindly like sheep and all that. Then Emperor Volt wants to expand his empire on the rest of the world, treating women like sex-toys."

"Yeah, I gue-"

Roman then raised another finger. "Then there's the fact that we are working with Monsters that not just only kill, eat, fuck and shit, BUT who we had been fighting against for the last 300 years or so. Most of them don't even know how to count up to three, but they have higher kill counts than both us combined."

"Now, that's a bit racist-"

"AND from what I've seen so far, our 'families' are known for beating people for death for minor reasons! The other day I even saw a kid, A FREAKIN KID no older than six or seven, getting the shit kicked out of him because one of the guards wanted his freaking sweets! We are literally bullies, Hans! BULLIES!"

"Yeah, that's dickish bu-"

"And now the Gods are probably so pissed at us that they send their immortal champion to bring the fucking end times! The same one who just leveled a FUCKING DISTRICT out of pure rage, and turned it completely red..." Roman finished, glaring at his partner.

Hans just stood there, unable to answer. As he was about to retort, the noise of what sounded like a siege weapon alerted the turned around only to see a familiar green armored man flying past them, flipping everyone the bird.

Both of them just stared at where the Marine flew before they heard a loud crash in the direction of the council building. This was followed by the Black Dogs and the Monsters panicking, before leaving their posts and making their way into the Higher District.

The rioters then cheered, raising their torches and pitchforks. They were about to force themselves into the district until a lone man walked in front of them, and began saying something that made the citizens them stop and lowered their weapons. A few began to cheer, others started looking for their family and a few decided to 'enjoy the show'.

"...Hans?"

"Yes, Roman?"

"I think the soldier's life is overrated."

"I agree."

Both men quietly snuck away to a nearby ally and strapped off their armors and weapons.

Not worth at all...

---

Soaring through the sky, The Doom Slayer flipped the Black Dogs off as he continued towards the high district. For a moment, he considered sending the Black Dogs a parting gift in form of a rocket shell but dismissed the idea. The weapon's recoil could throw him off course.

Right now, his main priority was to adjust his landing. With the Praetor HUD system, he could calculate his landing strategy.

Before him was a cluster of buildings with glass ceilings and mosaic windows. Unlike the rest of the city which looked like a slum with a factory district, the Higher District was decorated with beautifully cut granite and houses with golden roofs.

The Slayer's HUD then marked one particular building with a lot of heat signatures.

"Found you…"

Getting closer, the Slayer pulled out the chainsaw and revved it up in mid-air. Time to make an entrance. The Slayer crashed through the glass ceiling as if it was nothing, falling through with a crystal shower. He then landed in the middle of the dome-shaped hall on top of a table, crushing it, and causing splinters to fly all over the place.

Surprised gasps and cries came from around him as a small cloud of dust formed around his person.

To the others, they could only see the hulking silhouette of the Slayer and two orange dots glowing furiously…

As the cloud dissipated and the Slayer's form was revealed to all, dread crawled down everyone's spines.

"T-T-THAT'S HIM! THAT'S THE GREEN DEMON!" Jack Ginsburg yelled while pointing his finger at the Hellwalker.

The Slayer scanned the room. Most of the guys were old men in typical flashy and expensive-looking clothing, but at back there were some guards decked in black gilded armor, armed with spears. The guards were about to rush him when one of the lords stopped them.

Unlike the others, this man looked a bit younger, around his mid-40's with graying dark hair and a formal posture.

"Ah, you must be the Doom Slayer that Volt had warned us about." He said, before taking a sip of his wine glass. While other nobles were on the verge of panic, he didn't shake nor try to back away from the Slayer.

"I must say that you have impressed me, and I don't get impressed easily. But where are my manners? My name is Leandros Mundus, and I am the head of House Mundus." Leandros gave the Slayer a polite bow.

"You see, I've been playing this game for a long time. What game do you wonder? The game of power of course. Before the revolution, we already had a considerate amount of it. Sure we needed to be subtle about it, lest we gain the Princesses attention on us, but we had it good. Volt's revolution opened a possibility for us, however. A Possibility to finally take over the city and make it official.

"However, little did we know that Volt wasn't going to be so easy to deal with. The Fool cares only for his 'Sex Empire'. He doesn't know how to rule and cares very little about the economy, infrastructure and how to do his damned job. Of course, we had to give him the idea about the factories and how we could have used the Automechs! He only wanted to fuck his women in Ken and to be left alone!

"Then the bastard decides to give us limits. We have to pay more taxes so that he can fund his little "expeditions" to hunt more 'exotic' women in the other countries of Selenus. Then the people get restless so we have to silence them all, but he doesn't fund our troops as much. No, he sends HIS men to do all the work for us! And we have to follow HIS high lord! That fat bastard doesn't even deserve to rule." Mundus exclaimed with an exasperated look.

After a moment to calm himself down, Leandros smiled again and approached the Marine.

"But here you come and present us with an opportunity." He then pointed his finger at Doom Slayer. "You, this 'Almighty Doom Slayer' has been destroying my and Volt's men like they were cattle in the slaughter. Even Eisenhauer, Ansur's 'Protector' has been destroyed by you as if they were nothing! You are Mighty! You are fit to become a champion! To rule over the weak!"

"So I have a proposition for you. I and the other families will give up, and you will spare us and be on your merry way to slaughter the rest of the Black Dogs. In fact, we will even assist you with information, supplies and even fight at your side. In return when you have killed that fool and Pantielle, you let us take over this country. Unlike Volt, we KNOW what we are doing."

In an instant, Mundus' words caused uproar throughout the hall. The fears the other councilmen had towards the Doom Slayer earlier turned into rage and protest towards one of their members.

"Mundus! Are you insane!?"

"That green demon will kill us all!"

"What makes you think he'll accept your proposal, you fool!?"

However, Leandros ignored them as he continued.

"You must understand, we have a network of information to the other cities. We know their weaknesses! We know what they would fail at! And we can help you if you fight for us! The Dogs, they had this coming! And we are willing to help you! So help us help you!"

Leandros stood mere inches away from the Slayer's looming figure, his hand stretched to him.

"Together, we can resolve this in a way that benefits us both. What do you think? Do we have a deal?"

The Slayer stared at the hand for a few seconds.

"I think we can work together and resolve this problem in a way that benefits us both..."

Those words played in his mind over and over again, in that deep mechanical voice.

The Doom Slayer the hand and held it firm, surprising the rest of the council. A victorious smirk crept over Mundus' face.

Except, the Hellwalker didn't shake it. Under his helmet, the Doom Slayer formed a slasher smile.

*RRRRRRRIIPP!*

The Slayer ripped Mundus's arm off its socket, causing the head of Magnus' House to roll on the floor, holding the bloody stump where his arm was while crying out in pain.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHH! "

Tossing away the arm, fury was brewing inside the Slayer's head.

How DARE they?!

How DARE they to think that he was some naive fuck boy?!

Did this fucker really think that he would stoop so low to help fucking mob bosses that were equally shitty and treating everyone like they were beneath them?!

Did they really think that he was going to ignore the fact that they had been committing human trafficking, drug trade and other horrendous acts WAY BEFORE Volt took over?

Did they REALLY THINK that he would help them, even though they had no issue joining the tyrannical rapist and then trying to betray him?!

Now it was personal.

The Slayer pulled a siphon grenade from hyperspace and grabbed Leandros's screaming form by his throat before shoving the grenade inside his mouth, breaking his lower jaw in the process.

The Hellwalker then tossed him at the center of the hall where everyone could see.

Horrified looks and cold sweats ran under their faces as they witnessed how Leandros Mundus withered in agony. Red mist came out of his muffled mouth and his body started melting from the head down until the man was no more than a fleshy skeleton with open eyes and a missing arm.

"GODS ABOVE!"

"WHAT THE HELL DID THE DEMON JUST DO TO HIM!?"

"EVERYONE, RUN! WE'RE GOING TO BE NEXT!"

The other council member panicked all rushed to the exit only to find out it had been locked from the outside.

They all turned their heads towards the Slayer.

Said Slayer glared right back at them.

These were all older, weak, and unarmed men...

Older, weak, and unarmed men that had caused so much pain to the populace, generations later they would still talk about the atrocities.

They had hell to pay.

---

PLAY: GET READY TO DIE BY ANDREW W.K

---

The Slayer cracked his knuckles as his eyes flared behind his visor causing the members of the council to sweat cold Time has come and so has he...

This is your time to pay

First, the marine rushed after one near the wall and kicked the bastard so hard that he splattered against it, like a bug.

This is your judgment day

The Doom Slayer then proceeded to pull out the combat shotgun; pumping it and firing an explosive shell that killed three nobles in a fiery explosion.

We made a sacrifice, and now we get to take your life!

The Slayer pumped the shotgun again and shot down a few more of the nobles, letting them spray their insides all over the place. One of the few high guards screamed and rushed at the marine with his weapon raised high.

We shoot without a gun.

Only to receive a left hook so strong that it ripped half of his body which shot through the air, out of the opening in the glass ceiling and into the courtyard.

We'll take on anyone.

With a satisfied yet sadistic grin, the Doom Slayer pumped the shotgun and started shooting anything that moved all over the place, painting the walls and floors into a portrait of bloodshed.

It's really nothing new

Seeing the carnage the Marine caused, a desperate council member started to claw at the door even harder to try and open it. His nails started to bleed as he yelled for anyone to aid him.

It's just a thing we like to do

Under his helmet, The Slayer's grin turned broader as he switched the shotgun for his Great Communicator.

You better get ready to die! GET READY TO DIE!

Lo and behold! The Demon Slayer brought up the chainsaw, in all its bloodied glory. With the tool being Revved up, the council members could only helplessly watch as he came closer.

Many pants were wetted at this hour.

*VVRRRRRRROOOOOMMMM!*

In one motion, three of them were sawed in half through the mid-section. The fourth councilman, who was shell shocked, then got the saw shoved through his belly before the Doom Slayer brought the spinning blade upwards.

You better get ready to kill! GET READY TO KILL!

The Marine then turned to the rest of the only thing they could see through the Slayer's oceanic visor were two firey dots and a toothy grin.

You better get ready to run 'Cause here we come!

Wasting no more time, the Doom Slayer killed three more of them by chopping fifth Noble got a vasectomy and the Unchained Predator ripped the sixth head off, before pulling out the spinal cord of the seventh.

You better get ready to die!

The once glorious looking council hall was now a man-made slaughterhouse. The bodies started to pile up, the flesh becoming nothing more than sludge that made it hard to walk through, like a swamp made of butchery...

GET READY TO DIEEEEEEE!

Jack Ginsburg was making his way through the bodies of the dead council members trying to get away from the Doom Slayer.

Your life is over now!

*BLAM!*

"AAAAAAARRRGGHH!"

The man lost all feeling in his left leg and crashed onto the fleshy ground. Jack's eyes widened in horror when he glanced at what was left of his bloodied stump. From distance, the Doom Slayer super shotgun in hand ejected two smoking shells and inserted another pair.

Your life is running out!

"NO! NO! WAIT! P-PLEASE SPARE ME! I-I PROMISE I'LL TREAT THE PEOPLE WELL!" The man pleaded, still crawling away.

When your time is at an end Then it's time to kill again!

The Slayer shook his head.

There was no redemption for them. Only punishment.

The Marine then jumped over the man and crushed Jack's right hand. The hand was now tomato paste with enough bones to make a bone-pizza.

We cut without a knife!

"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHHH!"

We live in black and white!

Tears started to stream down Jack's face as the Slayer lifted his foot again-

You're just a parasite!

And stomped the corrupt noble's skull with the force of a freight train, shutting his scream forever! Gore and brain matter were stuck to his boot's underside...

Now close your eyes and say good-night!

---

After the fleeing High Guard finished locking the last door to the meeting chamber, he bolted down the hallway, panting and sweating. His footsteps stopped when he saw an Elite Guard patrol who just arrived.

"We heard noises from there! What happened?!" The patrol leader asked.

Still panting, the guard pointed his finger at the door and answered. "It's the Green Demon! He somehow made it to the meeting chamber and slaughtered everyone!"

The patrol collectively gasped. "By Eidolon! We have to stop him!"

"Are you insane!? We have to flee! This monster will kill us all!" The High Guard yelled, shaking the elite guard's shoulder.

The latter slapped his hands away and scoffed. "PAH! Coward! We will be able to take him! We are the Black Dogs! We are the ones that took over this nation! We-"

*KA-BOOOOOOM!*

You better get ready to die!

The Guard was cut short as the massive oak door that led to the council chamber flew off its hinges and then smashed the high guard against the wall, like a squashed chili dog

GET READY TO DIE!

The Black Dog patrol's eyes turned to the door smoldering leftovers and found the Doom Slayer, covered in blood from head to toe.

You better get ready to kill

Before the Patrol Leader could blink, the Doom Slayer rushed at him with inhuman speed and punched the guard in through the chest with enough power to rip his entire torso. The Marine then pulled out his Super Shotgun and blasted the closest Black Dog guard shattering his head open.

GET READY TO KILL!

Three more guards who just arrived halted and upon seeing the Doom Slayer. They dropped their weapons in unison and ran to the opposite direction, only to be vaporized into piles of giblets by a single blue beam from the Doom Slayer's gauss cannon.

You better get ready to run!

'Oh baby, a triple…' The Slayer mused to himself.

Cause here we come!

He cracked his neck and dismissed the energy cannon as he continued his way through the hallway. A few seconds later the wall next to him cracked open like a cold one with the boys. From the outside, a gold-plated Automech roared as it waved with magic ballista and mace.

You better get ready to die!

Around it, several HAO's had formed, their automatic crossbows aimed at him. An Orc commander then came out from the formation and pointed the Doom Slayer with his axe.

"THERE HE IS! SHOOT THE HUMA-"

*BOOOOOM!*

Only to be silenced in a fiery explosion that came from the Doom Marine's Rocket Launcher.

Get ready to die!

The explosion killed also a few of the commander's brethren, knocking out those who were fortunate enough to survive. Enraged, the mech charged at the marine with its mace raised and magic ballista ready to fire.

You better get ready to die!

The Slayer rolled out of the magic bolt and sprinted towards the first HAO. The Slayer's fist connected with the armored gasmask and dented it to such an extent where the marine had to pull his hand free.

Get ready to die!

Then, the other HAO's began to panic as two crucial things dawned on them: One, their bolts didn't even graze his armor, let alone pierce him. Second, his inhuman strength was strong enough to destroy their armors.

Get ready to die!

One of the Orcs still shoots at the Slayer, even when it seemed clenched hands the Slayer slowly marched towards the greenskin. The Orc did not give up as it kept shooting and screaming.

Get ready to die!

"DIE! JUST DIE!" The Orc yelled.

You better get ready to die!

The Slayer paid no attention as he shrugged off the shots like drizzles.

Get ready to die!

At this point, the Hell Marine was mere inches away from the HAO. The Orc slammed his crossbow onto the Doom Slayer's head, only to end up with a broken shaft, its eyes to go wide.

Get ready to die!

"FUCKING DIE!" Frustrated, the Orc now raised its fist and sent it into Doom Slayer's helmet.

Get ready to die!

It did no damage.

You better get ready to die!

Instead, the Orc let out an agonized scream from having punched something that felt like a steel alloy.

Get ready to die!

The Doom Slayer grabbed the Orc's arm and ripped it off, causing the monster to howl even louder. The latter was silenced as the Marine swung the arm like a baseball bat and smashed the Orc's head off its neck. Blood sprayed like a fountain as the headless body slowly slipped and crashed onto the ground.

Get ready to die!

As the Marine let go of the arm, his instincts screamed at him to duck, saving him from the Automech's swing.

Get ready to die!

The Doom Slayer rolled forward and then turned around to face the Automech, which began aiming its magic cannon again.

Been a long time coming!

'I've had enough with this scrap-crap!'

Now you better get running!

As the magic cannon began charging up to deliver its maximum output, the Doom Slayer lunged at the mech. He grabbed the cannon and tore it off its servo before slamming the still charging weapon into the Automech's eye. The machine started to scream in binary before, it exploded in a grassy fiery explosion, killing the nearby HAO's.

AND YOU BETTER GET-

The Slayer glanced at the orchis corpses before shaking his head. His eyes then fell upon the Palace in the distance. Revving up the chainsaw, the only thing seeable behind the visor of his helmet were two orange orbs burning with fury and a tooth-filled smile.

READY TO DIE!

---

Ansur Royal Palace.

Maia couldn't believe her eyes.

The Eisenhauer, one of the strongest war machines of the Black Dog Empire, had been destroyed.

Before Volt had taken over, she still remembered the first time she had seen the Automech Titan in Thorn. It had been when she had visited Luu-Luu to see to the cities defense against the forces of Olga. Luu-Luu had been excited over the latest project, saying that 'With it, they could win the War'.

At the time she had been in awe of the Automechs and Eisenhauer in particular, thinking that if the Black Dogs managed to arrive with it to Olga's doorsteps they would have been unstoppable.

Yet at the time Luu-Luu had trouble with several things, from how to control the mechanical behemoth to managing to build legs that could support the weight and armor plating it would be covered in.

Apparently, she had been working on those things for the past 60 years. And while it had been SO CLOSE to being completed, they only finished it after the war against the Black Dogs.

While there were many Automechs, there are only three of those Titans, those being Eisenhauer of Ansur, 'Stahl Bringer' of Thorn and 'Der Kaiser', of Ken. All three were considered indestructible and the ultimate weapons against the other forces in Selenus.

And yet the Doom Slayer destroyed Eisenhauer with one magic blast of his strange silver box. Self-realization dawned on her.

This Doom Slayer couldn't be a human.

The image of the green magic sphere ripping apart the Titan -the 60 years of work by the Halflings, a metal being able to take over nations- lingered in her mind.

After getting over her 'incident' she tried to find the Slayer again only to find the green armored man jumping over the wall that separated the High District to the commercial district.

"BY CELESTINE! HOW CAN HE JUMP SO HIGH?!"

The Slayer then crashed through the council hall. Just by the carnage, he left back at the on the streets, she knew what would befall the place. Still... she saw how more and more troops either tried to flee from Ansur or tried to regroup to the Higher Districts to keep the Slayer away.

In all honesty, she did have to give the credit to the Black Dog's stubbornness. If this was the Seven Shields, they would have claimed the city fallen and tried to evacuate as many civilians and peasants as they could.

Yet in the end, she knew it didn't matter. All those years of being a Mercenary herself and Shield Princess, she had fought and encountered powerful creatures: Dragons, Archfiends and even Eldritch abominations had NOTHING on the Slayer. He was on a whole another level.

And that sends a chill down her spine.

"What is it that you want…" She murmured to herself.

Was it the wrath of the Gods incarnated that had arrived to bring justice to all those that have committed the sins against Eostia and humanity?

Or was it an Infernal beast that would bring the end-times to the entirety of Selenus, as the herald of the apocalypse?

Her thoughts were cut short when the door to her room, slammed open. She reared her head towards the door, seeing Michelle. The man was in shambles, as sweat poured down his entire body.

"My love we must leave! The Slayer is getting closer upon us!"

Michelle grabbed a bag and started to shove several things from his closet. "The Green Slayer made it to the higher district and is currently killing the council! We must flee while it is distracted with those fools and the filthy peasants!"

Maia clenched her fist. Of course, that bastard would flee and leave his people to be killed by the Slayer. Say what you will about the Seven Shield, about how they failed and such but at the very least they had tried to evacuate the populace from the fallen city.

As he finished packing, Michelle violently grabbed Maia and pulled her with him. "There are some secret tunnels my love! Outside a carriage is waiting for us that will bring us straight to an old mansion of my family in the mountains! We will live there for the rest of our lives and make beautiful children. We can live our lives without Volt or that Demon ever bothering us!"

Dread crept into Maia. With the Black Dogs, Volt and the Council giving Michelle duties to attend, at the very least she had moments of her own.

But if she were to be stuck alone with him, with no sympathetic butlers, no Black Dogs to keep Michelle busy...

She had to flee.

They only made it halfway through the hallway before Maia stomped on Michelle's foot. With the fat noble was distracted, Maia sprinted down the hallway. She could have tried to run faster but the heels she was wearing slowed her down.

"MAIA? MAIA! GET BACK HERE!" Michelle yelled.

But the Shield Princess ignored his calling and just kept running.

---

The corpses of the High Guards started to pile up all over the grassy fields of the High District. The Slayer bulldozed his way through the mass of monsters and Black Dogs as if they were a mere nuisance.

After clearing up the park, the Slayer had started to make his way to the last and largest building in the district. For if he had learned one thing in all those eons of years it was that evil always stayed in the largest building. It was like they were waving their dicks around waiting for him to tear it off and make them choke on it.

An Orc in Black Dog armor went for a blindside with its mace raised, only for the Slayer to instinctively duck under the swing. He turned and send an uppercut that shattered the orc's jaw into bonemeal and tore it's face off. The sounds of another wave of Black Dogs alerted the Slayer. They even brought a Golden Automech armed with two blades.

The Marine pulled out his Rocket Launcher and fired a barrage of rockets at the mob. The Dogs became Ragu old world style, but the Automech still stood tall. The Machine raised both its arms before rushing at the Slayer.

These machines gave him a bit of trouble at first. Now? Oversized tin cans. After all, he had to adapt quickly. Gotta learn fast ya know.

The Doom Slayer sprinted at the mech before jumping at the mech. He punched the mechanical monstrosity in its green eye'd orb and then shoved his rocket launcher into it before pulling the trigger. The battle was over, the entire machine exploded into pieces of scraps while the Hellwalker landed on his feet nearby.

He turned back to the direction of the castle, running back on the main road of the luxurious region. Gazing at the royal architecture, he eyed the city again. The contrast between the luxurious district and the crappy slum, caused him to clench his fist.

The trip to the palace was uneventful as there were no more Black Dog soldiers or monsters guarding anymore. Slaughter at it's finest.

The Marine strode through a small neighborhood eyeing his surroundings. The buildings while still having some elegance, looked a bit less stellar than the rest of the mansions and estates. The Slayer stopped when he spotted a wooden sign above one of the buildings…

"Fucktoys and workers."

"Gotta be the Slave and Servant pens"

While the building itself seemed empty, The Slayer still pulled out the super shotgun and blew it to smithereens.

Just as he was bout to enter, the wall of one of the buildings left to him was torn down. The Slayer did a backflip and reloaded his shotgun. His eyes narrowed as he studied the colossal figure coming through the wall.

The Beast was covered head-to-toe in brown Fur. However, the most distinguishing features were it's bull shaped head with two horns and a pair of hooves instead of feet.

In its hands was a very large battle axe that even dwarfed the ones used by the Orcs and Ogres. The Minotaur roared as it lifted the battle-axe in the air and charged at the Slayer.

"Fucking bullshit!"

The Doom Slayer rolled out of the Minotaur's way and shot it twice on the back. The creature let out a pained howl, before turning around and swinging its axe. Sparks flew as the blade struck him on the chest, but didn't pierce the armor. The Slayer slammed into the nearby building instead.

The Minotaur let out a victorious yell, but its celebration was cut short when a red orb, landed near its hooves and exploded. The hellish energy caused the Minotaur to fall to its knees as it felt its life force dwindle.

From the hole, The Slayer rose again, carrying a golden bathtub over his head. If one could peek under the helmet, veins popped and teeth were gritting.

"Time to beat my meat."

"Moooo...?" The Minotaur lowed weakly. The Doom Slayer started to repeatedly smash the tub over the beastman's head until it began to crack. The Slayer didn't stop though...

Two minutes later and the bathtub looked like a blood-covered pile of bent 's head, was mush.

Satisfied, the Slayer dropped the broken tub and continued on his way. As the Palace's yard was getting closer, the Marine picked up the pace and turned from a jog to a full-on sprint. On the Palace's walls, the guards spotted the furious Slayer coming.

"SHIT! The Demon is coming here! Capitan, What do we do?!" One of the new Black Dog recruits asked his CO.

The Black Dog let out a sigh and tapped the young man's shoulder and looked at him in the eyes.

"The only thing we can do now"

The Capitan then threw away his weapon and began to run.

"FLEE YOU FOOLS!"

And so Panic ensued on the walls. The already low morale sunk to the bottom of the Mariana trench. Some of the Guards would even fall and trip off the wall, while they were scrambling to safety.

As the Slayer arrived, he found the gate was closed as he had expected.

And he had the key to open it.

His iron-fucking-fists.

Punching the gate so hard that it fell from its hinges, the Hellwalker strode into the courtyard. Beyond the gate, two more golden Automechs were ready to greet him with their weapons ready as they walked towards him.

And the Doom Slayer merely cracked his knuckles…

---

Maia kept sprinting through the Halls. The clanking of the heels intensified every time she heard Michelle getting closer. His weight and general lack of exercise caused him to catch his breath whenever he got too close to her.

At the same time, the tremors from whatever was happening outside and her heels had made her trip more than once in that chase.

With all her force Maia crashed through a door into the Palace's main hall. The Large Chamber was made out of opal slabs with jade pillars with two lapis staircases. Hanging from the wall was an oversized broadsword with alien runes and a gold hilt. This had been the blade known as Quietus. It had been a blade that had belonged to many heroes and had been gifted to Mitchelle's grandfather for his service to the country. Now it just lay there like a trophy.

Maia was about to bolt when another tremor nearly made her crash onto the ground. She got back on her feet and went for a sprint. She could see the door to the exit, and all it took her was a few steps.

Mitchelle slammed into her, the force of his weight making her pummel. He climbed on top of her and pinned her to the ground. Maia started yelling and squirming. Back when she fought she had been strong. She could lift like a pro and was probably the fittest among the shields second-only to Claudia.

And yet after only a year of abuse, she had no strength or might.

"You little Harlot!" Mitchelle seethed. "I gave you EVERYTHING! I kept you to myself, I proved myself to you and you still won't accept me?! WHY?! LOVE ME ALREADY!"

Maia glared at him.

"Fuck you."

The Noble lord sneered as he placed one hand on her throat.

"No. FUCK YOU!"

The other hand grabbed her dress and tore off a portion, exposing her breasts. Immediately, all of the microscopic confidence Maia had mustered melted away. She began to struggle again.

"No...NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! NOT AGAIN PLEASE!"

"Oh, I will do WHAT I WANT!" Mitchelle bellowed as his hand started to reach for the rest of her dress. "I WILL TEACH YOU TO LOVE ME!"

Tears started to form under her eyes as she continued to try and free herself.

"HELP! SOMEBODY! PLEASE HELP!" She sobbed.

"No one can hear you! NO ONE WILL SAVE YOU!"

As if on cue the wall next to them blew apart as the scrapped and twisted leftovers of the golden Automech crashed mere inches away from them. The broken machine let out a few beeps and screeches, as flames rose from the inside of it.

*BOOM

Its eye was shattered by a slug-round. After a few seconds, oil started to squirt out of its plating, spraying several walls. The flame ignited the oil and followed the trail, starting to burn the palace. Both Maia and Mitchelle turned towards the source of the blast.

Maia felt her heart sink as she glanced at her 'Savior's' form. The 6'2 ft creature with a muddy, muscular exoskeleton and one glassy blue eye. From up close he was even more terrifying as he held his strange weapon in hand. Behind him as if on command, crimson water flowed into the halls, extinguishing some of the flames.

She glanced behind him, only to witness a mountain of mangled corpses. The flames that still lingered shone on its monstrous form. Even she could feel his aura of hatred and anger that surrounded him like a warning miasma.

Mitchelle shakily stood up and placed himself between the Doom Slayer and her.

"D-Don't come any closer, y-you beast!"

And not one second ago he wanted to rape her…

The Girl glanced back at the Hellwalker and noticed something when she stared into his eye. Behind its glassy form, she spotted two orange circles that were squarely focused on her 'husband'. She realized: it was not an eye, but a helmet. And yet it made no sense. He used glassy to protect his face? Glass breaks easily, so it wouldn't do anything at all!

And yet she saw how a merc hit the Slayer with a mace squarely on his 'glassed face' and it did not shatter. Perhaps another material?

Does that mean that this was a human inside an armor?

Maia shoved those thoughts into the back of her mind, as she continued observing the Slayer. After a few seconds, the Slayer's orange eyes turned towards her. Dread crept onto her as she felt the strength of his gaze, judging her. Primal instincts from past generations rose from the depths of her subconscious. Like a hare surrounded by a wolf, she slowly backed away from his infernal glare.

The Slayer turned his head back towards Mitchelle. Cracking his neck and his fingers, he slowly marched towards Mitchelle.

Freezing up for just a second, Mitchelle pulled out a short sword and pointed it as the Hellwalker. "H-Have at you, Monster!". With a yell that Noble ran at the Slayer and went for a swing.

The Blade slammed into the Slayer's helmet, shattering the sword like glass. Looming over Mitchelle, the Slayer snatched the rest of the broken blade. He then studied to the broken sword before slowly crushing it in his hand.

Dropping the bent sword, the hellwalker snatched Mitchelle by the collar and head-butted him. The Noble let out a cry as his nose shattered in an instant. With Mitchelle dazed, the Doom Slayer hurled the Noble across the chamber. The Fat Man crashed into an expensive vase and rolled on the ground like a bag of potatoes.

Cracking his knuckles, the Slayer pulled out the Chainsaw, letting it roar for a few seconds. Maia backed away, eyeing the spinning sword's teeth. Since when did swords sound like dragons?!

Mitchelle meanwhile slowly rose back to his feet. "Y-You think you've won! That I'm just going to give up?! I THINK IT'S TIME TO SHOW YOU YOUR PLACE!"

The Slayer silently chuckled.

Adorable Speech.

Now it was time to Die.

The Slayer began walking towards him, the Chainsaw still revving.

"YOU CURR!" The Noble pointed at the Slayer while taking something out of his pocket. "YOU SHALL FEEL THE WRATH OF THE GODS AND MY MIGHT!"

Out came a Stone with a Rune.

Maia remembered when they received it a Week ago, send by Volt himself.. it was meant to be used for emergencies only.

And yet she had no idea what it was.

The Slayer instinctively halted as his eyes spotted the pentagram on the gem Mitchelle was holding.

The Noble raised the runestone high "d̶e̴m̸u̷s̸n̸o̶c̵ ̵h̴s̶e̷l̴f̴ ̷y̷h̴t̵!"

The flames that sprang to life across the palace's hall suddenly started to move towards Mitchelle. Fire surrounded the noble like an inferno. His skin started to blister and pop as fire entered his body like a vortex. Mitchelle screamed, yet his vocal cords were charred to a crisp and his eyes melted from his socket.

And yet he could see.

He could see how two runes had etched into his hands, pentagrams each. The Inferno rose higher into a blazing tornado, expanding inside and thickness.

The Noble felt his body change.

His Flesh bloating and expanding.

His bones, breaking and reforming

His Soul, screaming and begging, as it was torn from his body, dragged into the pit of darkness like the rest of mortal kind to be feasted upon by the dark lords.

Something sinister took its place.

Something worse…

Truth.

Visions filled his mind. Everything that was shown to him would have made him fearful, paranoid back in the past. He would have begged for it stop, he would have given up his ways and even join priesthood just to make it stop.

Not anymore.

Now all he gazed upon he could only describe as beauty incarnate. Billions of dead, enslaved or tortured in a literal hellscape. Torn flesh of man, woman, and child were feasted upon in the great halls of Balgaar, as they drank the souls of the sinful. The Weak were tortured, broken and killed and resurrected as unwilling pets. The Strong were put in a constant battle for survival all for their entertainment as they were hunted down in the blood forests of the Kzaal realms.

And then he saw himself, powerful, majestic ruling over the pathetic mortals alongside his trueborn brethren. His wife had been reduced to nothing more than a nugget that he would use like a toy.

?̸͔̅e̴̳̍̆r̷̜̒i̷̝̝̓f̴̺́ͅ ̴̨̳͋͘e̷͚͐h̸̻̜̆t̸̠͋͠ ̸̘͋͆ͅf̴̞͌͝o̴͈͗ ̴̊͑͜t̸̡̛͙̐ủ̶̳̎o̸͉͑ ̵͚̣͗͝d̷̳̊ĕ̴͔k̵͚̚c̵̤̗̽u̸̫͆l̷̡̚p̷̹̌ ̶͌͜͝d̸̞̳̏̌n̵͕̆̓ą̴̘̏r̴̮͝ḇ̸́̂ ̶̛̆͜a̷̭͂̎ ̸̭̉͜͝s̵͎̠̑͝í̵͔h̴̯͆͊t̸̖̓ ̵̪̾͗ẗ̷̮͇ṍ̵͔͙n̷̩̂͌ ̷͎̈́͂s̷̰̜͂͛ḭ̷̀ ̷̙̊̆:̸͔͇͊ē̶̜̫e̵̪̘̅h̴̹̘͒̕t̸̬̠̀̆ ̶͔̋e̴̊͜͝k̸̟͔̈́u̷͕͋̎b̶̫̏͝e̵͉̣͑ṛ̵̅ ̵͗͜m̶̊͜e̷̘͛̈́ḻ̶̅ă̴͚̆s̵͙̬̾u̴̞̱̇r̸͔̋͘e̵̩͉͑̾J̶̝̀ ̸̲̓n̸̰̟̍̎ẽ̶͔s̵̟̈̕o̶̹̍ĥ̴̞c̵̺̆ ̶̢̑ḥ̸̊t̶̢̞́a̶͔̓͛h̷̹̉̇ ̴̼̣̂t̴̺̞̑̏a̸̠̿h̷̹̒t̵̪̑̏ ̸̡̞̇d̵̨͠ř̴̮̰̆o̸̧̚L̷͔̋ ̶̧̟̇̏ȩ̸̅̈́h̵͕͆́t̷̮̳̋ ̸̠̬̉ǹ̴̺͜é̸͍̮̓v̷͉̲͛̚e̴̛̗̹ ̸̱̈̑;̶̻͝n̷̐̾ͅā̴̛̗̪t̵͉̚á̷̝̣̃S̸̗͛ ̷̨̊̀O̴̘̊̄ ̴̟̒̓,̴̭͝ė̷͔̪ḙ̷̎h̸͈͇̕t̶̹͙̍́ ̶̭̑͝ĕ̵̳ķ̷̂ͅu̵̡͈̅͠b̷̟͐è̷̮r̷̭͌ ̸̡̪̀d̵̤̓͝r̴̨̺͒̕ǫ̶̈́͗L̴̗̂ͅ ̸͙͑͌e̵̛̮͠ͅh̸̤̻͒T̷̠͙̋ ̷̼̅,̵̢̈́̓ͅṉ̸̃ä̵̡̙̐ṯ̴͈̀ā̵͉̿S̵̻̉ ̵̣̀o̵̹̖͊͋t̵̠̞̓̀ń̶̨̏u̴͍͆͜ ̷̝̼̔d̷͍́͂i̷̢̠̒a̶̞̅s̸͖̩͋ ̷͕̩͘d̵̚͜ŕ̴̖ŏ̵̙́Ḷ̶͆̀ ̵̫̉̎ĕ̸̱͉h̸̋́͜t̸͔͖͆ ̴̝͝ḑ̴̹́̾n̴̳̺̿A̶̫̋ ̸͚̚.̸̩͐m̶̧̝̑͌i̶̻̼͝h̴̫̹̆̔ ̸̥͔̐t̴̛͓͇̂s̵̡̒̕ï̸͕s̸̢͕͌e̷̼̻̽r̴̹̓̽͜ ̴̱̳̓o̸͔̎t̶͚̪̉̏ ̴̡̌d̸̲̦̀ṋ̶̪̏̊a̶̲͐h̷̦̳̓ ̷̯͋t̴̢̫̒h̸͉͆̌ͅǧ̴̛̙ͅį̷̀r̷͕̕ ̴̫͐͝ṡ̷͍͔ì̸̖̮h̵̠̦́͠ ̶̥͛͂ͅt̷͚̲̒͋ḁ̷̓ ̴̺̍g̴̤̗͑̓ņ̶̇̄i̸̡̕d̸̨͔̏ń̸̪̣a̷͉͇̎̈́t̶̯̣̕ş̷͙̓ ̵̜̑n̸̏̒ͅa̷̖͝t̴̹̊͠á̶͜͝ͅṠ̴̙͎ ̶̭̏̒d̸͕̟̀̅n̷̡̏å̷̗͌ ̴̻̚,̸̲͗̑d̵̮̹̾ṛ̴̏ỏ̴͓L̷̡̙̃ ̴͖͝͝ĕ̷͂ͅh̷̗͎̊͂ṭ̷̄̿ ̶̥͂f̸͉͎̂ò̸̫͖ ̵̼̫̂̿ľ̴̜̍e̴̠̋̅ĝ̴͕̺n̶̨̿a̷̞̾͋ ̴̹́e̴͙͖͆͝h̶̨͈̎̊ṯ̶̀̅ ̸̭̈́̔e̴͍̔͝r̴̨̾͝ō̵̧̽f̸̢̉e̶͉̹̓b̴͔̍̋ ̸̢̬̀g̶͕̮͋n̸̦͑i̷͊ͅd̷̻̖̾͠n̶̟͆a̵̧͎̓͐ẗ̶̗́s̵̥̔ ̶̧͒t̶̗͘͝s̵̰̲̿͋e̸͓͑í̶̙r̴̩͕͊͂p̷̥̠̀ ̷̝̩̾̈́ḫ̶̫́g̸̖͓̃͗i̶̦͝ḩ̷̓̐ ̴̻̿è̴̤́h̶̗͑t̶͉̹͝ ̶̱̙̀̄a̶͔̟͗u̸̜͖̍h̵̹̹̀s̴̛̻̟o̷̬̯̊J̷̢̖̔̾ ̷̞͂͘e̷͇̝͂̍m̸̤͆̄ ̴̣̽͗d̴̼̈ẻ̵̡̞w̴̳͉͂e̴̪͆̾h̴̘́s̷̳͚̔ ̶͙̋̈́ȅ̷͙h̸͇̠̒͑ ̴̠̰̋̓d̴̃̿ͅň̸̹͝A̵̰͓͒

And he loved it.

The Flames died down and where once a Fat Noble stood was a titan.

Maia felt her heart sink as she recognized the beast in front of her. It was the same monster that haunted her dreams. The Same one who would tear her apart limb from limb and then violate her corpse. She could never unsee that one unblinking eye.

The Cyclopic Demon turned his head towards Maia, its razor-sharp teeth forming to the closest thing it could do to a smile, even with its lack of lips.

"Maia...I turned into an Angle!"

---

The Doom Slayer grit his teeth as he glared at the massive creature in front of him.

Mancubus!

How the hell this fat piece of shit got his hands on a damned Demon Rune, he could question later. Right now what was supposed to be as easy as squashing a fly became a bit more difficult.

Especially with the Mancubus' size! He had slain thousands of Mancubus' and yet this one towered above all. Turns out that extra lard was useful for something after all…

No matter, the Slayer charged at the Mitchcubus with the chainsaw overheard. The Slayer went for a swing, but the Demon swatted him away. Landing on his feet the Slayer dug the chainsaw into the ground to prevent himself from getting too far behind.

"AH AHAHAH!" The Mancubus cackled. "Now you shall FEEL my might! Any last words cretin?!"

The Slayer cracked his neck and pulled out the Super Shotgun in one hand and Timon's Axe in the other. The Slayer dashed at the Mancubus and slashed it across its chest with the burning axe. Mitchelle grunted but shot out a blast of flame and the Hellwalker. Dodging the Slayer aimed at the Mancubus, but was forced to duck under a fireball.

As the Doom Slayer got up, more flames rose in his direction, but this time the Slayer was unable to dodge. His HUD beeped as his armor rating went into the 150s, and the damage diagnostic showed damage to the torso and arms.

Hellfire was pretty lethal after all.

The Slayer rolled out of the way of another stream of Hellfire. Letting off a shot from his Super Shotgun, the Marine then hurled Timon's Axe at the demon-like a tomahawk. The shell grazed the Mancubus but did barely anything. The Axe however successfully lodged itself into the Mitchcubus' shoulder, only for the Beast to whack it off himself.

Letting out a bestial howl, the Mancubus started blasting fireballs with both his canons.

"YOU CANNOT ESCAPE MY BLAZING WRATH! I WILL HAVE YOU ROASTED LIKE A PIG AND PROCEED FEAST ON YOUR INNARDS!"

Big Words from a Big Boy.

The Slayer let out another barrage of shotgun shots while evading the Mitchcubus' volley of argent plasma. As the Slayer reloaded, a stary shot causes him to drop the shotgun. Another shot flew towards the super shotgun which made it fly into the courtyard.

With no time to waste, the Hellwalker summoned the Chainsaw and rushed at the Mancubus. Fire and Flame came at the Slayer in waves as Mitchelle gave it its all. Every shot was dodged, every stream was evaded and the Great Communicator spun, ready to taste the blood of its Demonic enemy!

The Doom Slayer Jumped, the Chainsaw was swung.

And yet…

The Mancubus aimed his canons at the ground, and as the Chainsaw was mere inches from Mitchelle's face, a wave of heat knocked the Slayer backward. He Slammed into the wall with Quietus hanging from the wall, a crater forming from the sheer force of his weight.

Even dazed the Slayer attempted to get back on his feet.

Mitchelle would not allow.

Both Cannons were aimed at the Slayer and next, there was only Orange. Shot after shot, wave after wave, the mancubus relentlessly shot at where the Slayer landed. After a minute of shooting, where there once was a crater was the unmoving body of the Doom Slayer, his armor blackened and his body covered in debris!

Mitchelle let out a victorious cry!

He had won!

He had defeated the 'mighty' Doom Slayer!

"THE FOOL NEVER STOOD A CHANCE!"

Mitchelle's attention shifted once he heard something move behind him. Turning his head to the direction of the sound, his eye spotted Maia trying to crawl way in her now torn and dirty dress.

"Oh no, you don't…"

From under his belly, a few tentacles slithered out and wiggled towards Maia. One of them managed to wrap itself around her leg and began pulling her back. Maia thrashed and screamed to no avail.

"NO! LET GO OF ME!"

"SILENCE!"

A Tentacle wrapped around her throat and began to choke her.

"I have come to a realization my dear wife. Even after everything that I tried after everything I did for you, everything I did to you...You never loved me."

The Former shield princess tried to free herself from the tentacle around her neck to no avail, as she tried her best to breathe."

"Even after I joined the winning side you still rejected me! Even after I tried to treat you like the good little pet you're supposed to be, You still rejected me. And now as I have achieved my perfect form, It dawned on me."

Maia's face started to turn blue as tears started to flow freely from her eyes.

"I was too nice for you. Of course, you would never love me! And why? Because you had hope that you could somehow find a way out of your situation."

Unbeknownst both of them, the Slayer's hand twitched.

"So from this day forward" The Mancubus strangled her tighter. "I am done with being nice."

The Slayer began to move his body again. His HUD flashing warnings all over it. His health was down to 75 and his armor was 0. His body howled in pain as his muscle tensed and his bones cracked and crinkled.

"I will take everything you ever loved…"

The Slayer's eyes scanned the destroyed chamber, witnessing the fat mancubus choking the redhead. He tried to rise, but the pain was too much. His back felt like it had been hit tenderized by a sledgehammer. Fury became his painkiller and Determination his adrenalin.

"AND DESTROY IT!" Mitchelle held Maia's breathless visage next to his face as his sloppy tongue licked one side of her.

As the Slayer was about to stand up, he stopped. His eyes traveled next to himself.

"Death surrounds me. Yet, in my head, I hear something that sounds like angels."

He recognized the Sword's style. The Runes etched into the blade was the same from his home. The same runes his people had used for eons when fighting the Demons.

Nurnian Runes.

"I have found the holy grail of Blades. Mine eyes can but weep as they bear witness to the majesty... the Quietus! The Paladin's Blade!"

"When I am done with you!" The Mancubus' lime orb stared into his wife's crimson eyes. "When you have nothing left but ME! When you have been broken...then you will come to appreciate me…"

The Slayer grabbed the Sword and rose to his feet. With the blade firmly in his hand, the Hellwalker pointed it to the skies!

"As I stride, knee-deep through the dead, all is clear. I know what must be done."

"Then...And only then will you finally love me."

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Play: 01 HANGARMAGEDDON EVIL HOARD

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The Mitchcubus' eye went wide when a stomp alerted both the Demon and Maia. Dropping the girl to the ground, Mitchelle turned and was greeted by the Slayer.

Quietus in hand in a combat stance.

"No….NO!" The Mitchelle started to seeth. " I KILLED YOU! HOW ARE YOU ALIVE?!"

The Slayer took a step forward. "My Cause is just."

Maia was a coughing mess, letting the air fill her lungs again. And yet, she shivered at the Slayer's voice. It was as hard as Iron while also being deep like the bottom of the sea…

Another step "My Will is strong."

Dread crept into the Demon, as he felt his shake out of his control. The only thing that kept him from running was pride.

"And my Weapon is very…"

The Slayer gripped the sword with both hands. The sound of gears turning filled the chamber as the blue energy filled the blade. The Sword started to fold open, clicking and clunking, as the steel blade became just another hilt.

Bright green energy sprang out of the sword and formed into a massive argent blade.

" Very, Big."

Without further delay, the Doom Slayer rushed at the Mancubus slashing it across the chest. The deep gash had been cauterized by the argent plasma blade, stopping it from even bleeding. Mitchelle howled before bringing down his flamethrowers and letting a wave of blaze surround him.

Not repeating a mistake twice, the Slayer did a backflip and landed on his feet.

"ARGGGHHHHH DIE YOU INSIGNIFICANT INSECT!" the Mancubus roared before shooting blast after blast of hellfire. The Hellwalker sidestepped the balls, rolling and

running out of their ways. After circling, The Slayer ran at the Demon, sword over him.

Not letting this opportunity go, Mitchelle aimed both of his cannons at the Slayer, letting out a large wave of plasma. The Slayer brought the sword down and with the flat-side of Quietus, he blocked the incoming flames.

"GIVE UP ALREADY! YOU WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO DEFEAT ME IN THIS PEEK CONDITION OF MINE!"

While the Slayer and the Demon were busy ducking it out, Maia had rushed into the courtyard, the tattered dress barely covering anything at this point. Her eyes scanned for something, anything that could help her in this situation.

The Slayer's muscles strained as he felt the force of the flames getting stronger by the second. Sweat poured from his forehead and his legs started to slide back by the sheer force.

"MY FIRE BURNS BRIGHTER THAN THE GODS!" Crackled Mitchelle, as his relentless stream of flames, got stronger by the second. "YOU WILL FALL, SLAYER! AND THEN VOLT WILL FALL!"

Maia's eyes landed the Slayer's spinning 'sword'.

Even the ancient and sturdy bones inside of the Hell Walker's body felt strained and ready to crack any second. The Sword itself started to flick from time to time, even the argent plasma struggling to keep the power down.

"I WILL BE THE NEW EMPEROR OF THE BLACK DOGS! AND YOU WILL BE THE PERFECT EXAMPLE OF MY MIGHT WHEN I FEAST UPON YOUR FLESH TONIGHT!"

Maia managed to lift the Heavy tool, gripping the Saw just as she saw the Slayer do.

The Heat around him became unbearable even inside of his suit. The Force of the blast caused the Slayer to sink deeper into the ground. Yet he still stood.

"AND NO ONE WILL STOP ME!"

The Great Communicator spoke.

The Mancubus had been too focused on the Slayer to see Maia running at him, the chainsaw over her head! Just as she made it to his smelly back she hurled it down! The Saw ripped into Michelle's back, a jet of red, painting everything behind him.

The Oversized Mancubus stopped his barrage of fire, letting out an agonized screech.

Maia was soaking in Mitchelle's body fluids but did not falter as she kept sawing deeper into him. One year of Abuse she had to endure! One year of being treated no better than a mutt! One year of being raped by the fat monster she was forced to call a husband. One year of getting physically abused every time she tried to flee or disobeyed one of his orders.

No more!

NO MORE!

"DIE YOU SCUMBAG!" Maia started yelling as she kept hacking into the Mancubus back! Tears welled in her eyes and yet in her heart, she could only beat the drums of rage! After a few seconds the saw stopped turning, it's gas emptied, the saw bloodied and Maia out of stamina.

"M-Maia?...How could you? I'm your Husband!"

As she fell to her knees, she dropped the saw and started to beat on the Demon's mushy back yelling up a storm.

With the Mancubus distracted, the Slayer was on his move. He bolted towards the Fat beast and with a mighty slash, cut Mitchelle's belly open. Large stinking intestines flopped out of the wound, as the Mancubus howled louder.

Mitchelle tried to move his arms, yet he felt nothing! Maia must have cut some kind of nerve with the chainsaw! And now he was helpless! A helpless clump of meat!

The Slayer raised Quietus high in the Air...and stopped. A cruel grin formed beneath his helmet, as a macabre idea began to form.

The Sword came down onto Mitchelle's left arm cannon, green body juices, and oils flowing out of the fat. Strapping the sword onto his back the Slayer lifted the Canon and shoved his arms into the fleshy bits. After digging through fat and muscle, the Slayer finally found the nerve lines inside the cannon.

Now for the fun part!

With his might, the Hallwalker shoved the cannon into the Mancubus' belly. The Mitchcubus groaned and eyed the Slayer. The green orb expanded and the Demon began to struggle.

"No! NO! NOT LIKE THIS! NOT LIKE THIS!"

"Shut it, Lard-ass!" The Slayer chuckled. " It's time to cook!"

And so he pulled the trigger nerve.

White-hot Flames shot out of the cannon, burning Mitchelle inside-out! The Demonic grease inside the Mancubus' body only helped! Like a wax figure the flesh started to cook and melt, the bones charred and the Demon screamed.

"MAAAAAAIAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

The Flames erupted from his mouth and eye socket, silencing the creature's last scream to a wheeze and hiss.

Mitchelle was Dead.

Out of the corpse, a blue and green orb rolled out next to the Slayer. The Hellwalker picked up the orb with the faint skull in it and crushed it. His health and armor instantly returned to its fullest! His bones snapped back into shape, his flesh relaxed.

His HUD flashed a few times until a message appeared.

NEW UPGRADE!

REGENERATION! : Take on the Powers of a Mancubus by becoming as 'healthy' as them! For every 100 kills, you can regenerate all of your health and become more resistant to most damage for 1 minute!

Huh, neat.

Next to his Health Bar a faint pentagram appeared with a cyclops' skull on it. The Slayer nodded to himself and started to crack his neck. The Slayer then pulled out the Mancubus Cannon and inspected it.

Now that he thought about it, it could be an effective tool in the future. A Flamethrower that ran on argent energy could be pretty useful.

"Mhhrrmmmmm..."

The Slayer let out of a few spays of flame, testing its range. The infernal fire danced through the halls, melting both stone and metal from nearby.

"Oooohhh...I LIKE IT! The Sugar-Sweet taste of heavy ordnance!"

Footsteps brought the Slayer back into reality as he glanced back at the courtyard. There hundreds upon hundreds of Black Dogs, Monsters and Maces have gathered. Their weapons were sturdy and their fury would be heard.

However, their fury was a mere tantrum compared to the Slayers.

Rip and Tear, until it is done.

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So it's been a while huh?

Honestly, I'm surprised you're still reading and following this fucking trainwreck.

I mean okay so a LOT happened.

1: The Chapter: This Chapter had a LOT of rewrites. I had originally way more plans on how it should play out but the gyst was "Doomguy goes to the higher districts and kills a mancubus Mitchelle".

I also had originally planned for the palace and the council chamber to be the same and there to be more Minotaurs. Hell, the Chapter was supposed to be longer with an Eplilouge that would present us with what we could await in Vol 3!

But I decided that it would be either too long or too convoluted so I tried to write what I felt was important.

2: Madness Bloodlust: I had been busy with Bloodlust because I am actually proud of it unlike this mess of a fic. Still, I worked the entire year on those Bloodlust chapters that I uploaded Madness Day 2019. So I was busy writing these chapters and making something I enjoyed with Spirit.

3: The Comic: I was actually planning on adapting the first Arc into a Web Comic/Manga/doujin. I felt that it would be the perfect way to present Infernal Dawn since the gore and action can be presented in a more interesting way. Hell, maybe a few people will pick up on it and it'll gain a bit of fame.

The problem is I can't draw for shit. So I decided to look for an artist to commission. I had found two that I felt could do the job. One was an expert at drawing monsters and shit, but he couldn't draw women. The Second one was an amateur who wanted to work for free to 'gain a bit more experience'. The problem was their art wasn't...what I had hoped for. Still, I told them that we'd be starting in a few months so he could take that time to improve.

He did improve.

But he also lost interest.

So now I don't have a single artist who's willing to help or that doesn't charge a large amount.

Anyways I'm still looking and a few friends have given me a suggestion on an artist who might be interested. Hopefully, we can get this rolling

4: DOOM ETERNAL: I was waiting for DOOM eternal to come out so I can take notes of the lore and shit. You see I had special plans for agrent d'nur, hell, heaven and the DOOM universe in general. Before DOOM eternal, DOOM didn't have much lore, it was just Angry Space Marine metaphorically ass-fucks hell with guns, his bare hands, and a chainsaw.

DOOM 2016 changed to it was MYTHICAL Angry Space Marine ass-fucks hell with guns, his bare hands, a chainsaw, and A SWORD!

But Eternal seems like they want to really build a story, which restricts me from all the plans I had and worries me. I had this big and cool reveal on who DOOMguy was, why he hated hell so much and all the tragedies he faced in life.

But it feels like I might have to throw this idea out until Eternal. Originally Eternal was supposed to come out in Novemeber...but it got delayed, so yeah.

So I'm still waiting...

And finally 5: Infernal Dawn is a fucking mess. I've read the reviews, and I've reread my fic.

Every time I read a page of this fucking fic, I just wish to blow my fucking brains out with the super shotgun. Seriously, even StaffSargent called my fic a cringefest! And he's the guy who kinda inspired me to make this! So if even he's saying it's shit, I'm pretty sure it's shit!

However, what is it that is bad? What is it that I hate so much about this story that I despise even working on it?

1: The Grammar gives me fucking cancer

2: I fucked up Kuroinu lore because I'm a brainlet

3: I feel like I could have handled certain interactions and world-building better.

The 'story' in general I'm actually quite happy with. I had a lot of things planned but as stated before I didn't want to contradict DOOM Eternal. The fight scenes are fun to read through and I like the humor. The problem is everything else.

Still, I'm not gonna really give up on the fic.

I am gonna rewrite it tho.

I mean keep in mind, I wish to be a professional writer in the future and my fanfics maybe something I can show if asked about previous work. If I show them Infernal Dawn in its current state they will laugh at me.

So here is the plan

1. Tie up Vol2 with a Chapter to hint at new things and still give this version of the story some form of closure

2. Rewrite everything and fix the story up grammatically and content-wise. Rework some characters like Alicia and Prim and add a BONUS ARC where doomguy slaughters Ur while waiting for DOOM eternal.

3. Play DOOM ETERNAL on launch and note down lore.

4. Integrate Lore into notes and rewrite what needs to be rewritten/integrate characters from ETERNAL into Infernal Dawn.

5. When everything has been rewritten and perfected, delete every chapter on this story and slowly upload updated/better chapters in a weekly fashion.

6. When everything is done, start work on Vol 3.

As I said, I'm just not happy with my work in general and feel also that as my readers you guys deserve better than this pile of shit.

As for my other works.

Madness Bloodlust is going well! If you haven't checked it BE SURE TO.

The other 'teaser fics' will probably not happen since I'm busy with other shit. If you're interested tho in writing them, do PM me. I can also give you plans and ideas.

As for It's always Sunny in Axel...well it's not dead but it's more cryogenically frozen because I'm busy with both Infernal Dawn and Bloodlust and a Novel in works.

Then there are projects I've begun and kinda stopped working on like some Overlord (the game) fics, a Star Wars one, a Bionicle fic and another Madness fic.

Still, the one thing I want to write, the one thing I want to write because I feel like I'm one of the few people who could do it justice, because of how much I know about it...

Would be Elder Scrolls.

I am considered a TES Loremaster by several people in the community. In fact, most of my online accounts are named after a somewhat obscure but UNDERRATED TES character. Most lore beards who know who he is usually thinks it's really funny and like it!

Anyways I saw that there were a few elder scrolls/kuroinu fics but I think non of them do it Justice. Since most of them break the lore very easily.

I mean if you know as much about Elder Scrolls lore as me, you'll be taken out of the experience REALLY easily and you'll instantly know that this person only probably played Skyrim. Elder Scrolls has SO MUCH LORE, you'll need to have played most games and even hung around the Imperial Library site or on the TESlore in Reddit. Hell, I bet most people don't even know what the fuck C0da is.

Still the problem with it is I can't decide which character or what story would fit

I've had a few ideas.

So the first one would be a story about Pelinal Whitestrake.

For those who don't know who that is, Pelinal is a crazed, demi-god, cyborg from the future who's also an aspect of Shor/Shezzar/Lorkhan. He's responsible for the victory against the Ayleid Elves during the Alessian Rebellion in the first era and the reason why humans aren't enslaved by elves anymore. Still, he had been quite infamous for going on rampages against elves where he would massacer any elf he saw, but not just the men but the women and the children too.

Hell he once ate some dude's neck veins out of pure anger.

His story would be about redemption, about a fallen hero trying to redeem himself of his past sins. But i'm not sure if people would like it.

Idea 2: The Hero of Kvatch

Oblivion is my all-time favorite game and the game that stopped me from committing suicide years ago. Everything about this game is precious to me to the point where to this day I still play through the game, enjoying every second of it.

So as you can imagine the Protagonist of my Favorite game is also my Favorite elder scrolls protagonist. And an underrated one at that! The story would follow an amnesiac HoK who had woken up several years earlier in Selenus without his memories. He joined the Black Dogs and became one of their prominent warriors building a close and personal friendship with Volt. Still, all of this comes crashing down when Volt betrayed the seven shields. So the Hero must take up arms against someone who he considered a brother in arms and mentor. The question is: Can he do it?

Idea 3: The Nerevarine

Another underrated TES character. This guy is mostly never mentioned because no one but hardcore TES fans or Vets actually played Morrowind(or are waiting for Skywind lmao.) It's a shame really because the guy has some great shit, and he also had the BEST FUCKING ANTAGONIST in any TES game aka Daddy Dagoth!

The Story would be of a depressed Nerevarine who left Morrowind after failing to save it from Baar Dur. So after beating the shit out of Vivec and forcing him to follow him into exile, both end up on Selenus in the Dark Elf city of Garen. The Dark Elves of Selenus aren't like the Dunmer that the Nerevarine is used to but they begin to grow on him. Yet when the Black Dogs defeat Olga and plan to take over, the Nerevarine decides that he won't let the Dark Elves down again. Even if they aren't technically dunmer.

This story would be more lore heavy since Morrowind always had thick ass lore. Also, it gives me an excuse to bring back silt striders!

Idea 4: The Dragonborn

I like the Dragonborn but he's way too fucking overrated. Like I get it since everyone played Skyrim, but hearing about the same dragon born doing the same shit over and over again gets boring after a while.

In this story, the Dragonborn had left Tamriel after defeating the Aldmeri Dominion for the Empire. Having explored both Akavir and Tamriel, the Dragonborn searches for new horizons. He looks for Selenus. After all, a new world means more adventures? Little did he know that his Adventures may not end up as exciting as he had hoped to.

Idea 5: The Combination

Basically a fusion of the three TES protags. Basically the Dragonborn is leading an Expedition into Selenus/Lyg, the Hero of Kvatch is an amnesiac and the Nerevarine is in self-exile. So everything sounds like it could be fun, with interesting character dynamics, lore characters appearing such as Morihaus, Sotha Sil and Vivec, Divyiath Fyr, the Blind God and of course because of the setting Molag Bal.

As you can see, I FUCKING love the elder scrolls franchise. I've played the shit out of both Skyrim and Oblivion, have an active ESO account, Play Morrowind from time to time, and enjoy debating the lore with fellow lore nerds. However, I know I'll be only able to write ONE of those fics. Even with the whole Time-constrains, I'm currently having, I'm sure I'll find a way to write an Elder Scrolls fic...But only ONE!

Might actually make it a vote!

Anyways...off to the Q&A

DoomMarine55: Ok Boomer.

megacarroll: thanks, glad you enjoy this pile of shit story. Anyways yeah Volts a cunt lmao.

Noitaerc: Thanks. Tho I kinda canceled this story. Reason being that I feel like Bionicle and Kuroinu don't fit. So I'm probably gonna put Bionicle on the back burner until I get an Idea. Might to the Last Airbender story with Bonks tho.

LogicalWriter: Thanks mate.

Kerlongsj Evert Orlejov: You're probably gonna enjoy the re-write then cause it's gonna get bloodier and there's also gonna be a bonus chapter.

Ronmr: My dude! Glad you're still here! Anyways yeah Bloodlust was a hit as you can see, and I hope this chapter was worth the wait

torresfrancisco14: what the actual fuck?

ButterNotButter : Gave me big keks. Good shit lmao.

Slayer:

Jester : I'm..not really sure what you're referring to.

Guest1: He gonna need all the anger boi.

Touhoufanatic: Thanks, here's the update

mrkillwolf666 : Later.

Guest2: Here you go.

MEATBICYCLE: Lol, that's pretty dope.

Eternal War: Nope sorry, not scaly bois. There are gonna be draugr tho at one point.

Multipule-Characters1-Acct: You don't say.

DRACDRAKO: Noice.

Dariory: Might Revamp that one kek.

Malgrath: Yeah... I guess...

LostReploidZX: Thanks, as stated before the Bionicle one just didn't fit for me. As for star wars...I feel someone else could do it better, like a star wars loremaster or something. I'm more of an elder scroll dude.

Guest3: I wish I was dead, but sadly I'm only dead inside. Oh well.

jaalco: Again...what are you guys referring to? Like what is the Jojo reference I made?

Chaos: Thanks, can't say much since a lot would be spoilers. Honestly, I want to see how the DOOM SLAYER get's his suit in DOOM eternal before i give him the new suit in any way. Still thanks for the encouraging words

marhaenaldi123: it's here, happy?

WowohWow0: Glad you like this nut-bucket of a fic. Still, Volt ain't gonna get vibe-checked in a LOOONG time (especially with the rewrite), still if you want to read about Volt dying, You should check out MADNESS bloodlust. Volt dies in like the 5th chapter and it's pretty funny.

barbatos009 : And I played Rim

DOOMFan: Here you go.

Viola Harry: Here.

Janne Rolfe Jalandoni: It's "Until it is done"

Guest4: Soon. And romance is still a topic I'm debating

CrappyIdiots: Thanks, but I feel like I can do MUCH better!

Slaughter: Kinda.

Citizen of Cloak: BULLDOZER! COMING THROUGH!

MOR the Divine Being: Top Kek.

Nuttergutter: LOUDNIGRA. Mp3

Charles: Cock and ball torture (CBT) is a sexual activity involving application of pain or constriction to the male genitals. This may involve directly painful activities, such as wax play, genital spanking, squeezing, ball-busting, genital flogging, urethral play, tickle torture, erotic electrostimulation or even kicking.[1] The recipient of such activities may receive direct physical pleasure via masochism, or emotional pleasure through erotic humiliation, or knowledge that the play is pleasing to a sadistic dominant. Many of these practices carry significant health risks.

Danteinfernus: Danke vielmals, mein herr.

Dr Fail: What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.

Guest5: It's mediocre at best, but thanks.

Guest6: CLICK CLICK BOOM BOOM!

Ph0enix17: My body is ready.

EnriksD8: "I'VE HAD IT WITH CONTROL FREAKS AND SCCCCCCCCCCCCUUUUUUMMM! I TASTE METAL I TASTE BLOOD!"

Storm Battalion 11: The Boomer Life begins now, bro (Slurps Monster Energy)

H20 Ferrum Dominus: I'm glad you still enjoy it. It's funny you mentioned DOOM Bringer because well...let's just say I had something in mind, you'll see in the next chapter. Anyways glad you're still hanging around even if this story is fucking cancer.

King Kill: Glad you Enjoy both this and Bloodlust! Still Bloodlust is clearly the better fic especially with Deimos being who he is and Hank's Psychopathy.

Guest7: here you go!

UndeadLord22: Well here's the chapter finally.

Angel Arcano92: Thanks Bowsette

ticciwork12: He died as he lived...fat.

Tailsmo4ever: METAL INSTEIFES

Arctic Dreamer: Thanks Chad. Yeah while I think that the story has its flaws I stand with what I wanted the Slayer to act like. People who think Doomguy is just rage and screaming are wrong. The slayer isn't mere anger...he is righteous fury. He is the rage that is created through every unfair act. Basically DOOMGUY is a Chaotic Good Paladin, with MASSICE rage problems. And while he may be angry and murderous, in the end, he does this to protect the innocent. Anyone who harms the innocent gets the shotgun, and that's the Slayer at his core.

Bluzerker: Silence Boomer. "doom slayer doesn't care who's in the way of the fight." is the most retarded sentence I've ever heard in my life. If you're really trying to tell me that the Slayer would risk the lives of innocents to fight his battles, then go newton yourself with a scroll of acrobatics LMAO.

azrael09876: Perhaps.

MoyLuna: Don't worry, she'll get better...eventually.

The-4uditor: Who stole the box...Nosferatu!

Guest8: Eh, It's a good song and I want to use it for a special part. And as for Phonix's question, at the ending of the first arc the whole "These are the moments" part

Guest9: Oi doomguy ain't no fucking Khorne berserker.

Akritedes: Well congrats! I'm rewriting everything! probably wasting another few years of my life until this story is good. Ya happy?

ticciwork12: More is coming.

AdmiralFyre: Have fun!

DDXIII: Ehh the quality isn't good enough for Tvtropes. I mean you could but I doubt it will be accepted. In fact another reason why I'm rewriting, to get it on tvtropes.

Doctor Snake Eater: Thanks! You too!

rubycore98: I've been thinking of giving him a few upgrades sure.

Axccel: Don't worry he'll get a good reward.

Slackboy101: Maybe, but I think there are other ways to do it.

DATDOOMGUY: It wasn't as slow but maia SURE AS FUCK witnessed it.

FerunaLutelou: Callin DOOMGUY a Demon is just asking for a brutal death.

Inferno999: I agree to disagree. Well for one, I think DOOMGUY enjoying killing demons is one of the few things he can enjoy in his mess of a life. However, another reason why he talks is because writing a silent character is not just hard but FUCKING boring at times. It's one of the main reason why I try to keep him silent but have 'thoughts'. As in he doesn't speak but thinks.

Artyom-Dreizehn: DOOM ETERNAL DELAY!

Guest10: Okey todd

Mendoza249: Links don't work on fanfic dot net

Guest11: And gore missed you!

Nuke King: DOOM ETERNAL HYPE

Guest12: I'm not a good author...i'm already a demon...(I'M NUCLEAR! I'M WILD!)

Khorne: of course you fucking do. Go back to beating the shit outta Slaanesh ya angry fuck.

The Lazy Dragon: Glad you enjoyed Bloodlust

Ghost2656: Well I was trying to keep it to a minimum but it's fucking boring for me. Also my fic, not yours.

mteran305: Thanks man, appreciate your patience. CHAD.

Crusader 0625: Well I didn't give him the Flamethrower you wanted...but I gave him one.

Omega6047: Death is fleeting

Perseus12. I'M NOT GOING TO PISS ON THE BLACK DOGS! IM GONNA PISS ON VOLT! HOW'D YOU LIKE THAT CELESTINE! I PISSED ON VOLT YOU IDIOT!

Sega Kuro: Nah the nose bleed was because of the cocaine.

Jebest4781: Thanks.

Guest13: I like your enthusiasm,

Paul o Hara:...no comment.

TheQuestionedOne: Glad you liked Bloodlust! I had fun writing it!

: Done and DOne.

NullSilver2005: I made DOOMguy OP as fuck. The problem is that if I made him too OP, there would be no risk and challenge. Hell, the fic could be finished in three chapters consisting of "And the Doomguy went to Volt and gave him a prostate exam, using the chainsaw.", but that would be anti-climatic.

Guest14: Moonshine is cool, but a bit of an edgelord imo. Still, Potato is best daughter. CHEEKI BREEKI

Boi: Thanks.

And that was the last of em! Anyway, stay tuned for the next chapter and bloodlust! Also, don't forget to vote on my account for the elder scrolls fic.

Anyways gonna play Oblivion and watch the Mandalorian later. Piece out.