(Chapter 2: Making a name)
A prisoner stepped forth and swung but The Slayer ducked and sent a stinging punch right to the liver of the prisoner, dropping him instantly with groans of pain. Deag Grav raised an eyebrow as another prisoner rushed in, managing to deliver a kick to The Slayer's face but the great warrior didn't falter or fall to the ground, he remained standing.
The prisoner looked surprised, despite the injuries, his outlandish opponent remained standing. The Slayer grabbed the leg of his opposition and shoved him back, the prisoner charged again, only to run right into a spinning heel kick, getting knocked to the ground once more.
When the second prisoner fell to the ground, another instantly took his place and delivered a running forearm strike right across the face of The Slayer, not doing loads of damage but making him take a step back. The arcane enemy rammed his head into the skull of his third straight enemy, knocking said prisoner out.
A prisoner by the name of Darin approached Deag Grav, asking what he should do to fight against this promising enemy.
"Hit him in the wound, see him drop like a fly, bash his skull in." Grav whispered with a sadistic smirk, planning the loss out for The Outlander.
Darin snickered deviously and watched on as another prisoner rushed towards The Slayer only to get decked with a huge right cross, but The Slayer wasn't done just yet, he grabbed the arm of his fourth straight enemy in a row and straightened it out before slamming his arm down on the back of the elbow, bending the arm and making it look lopsided as a loud snapping sound was heard.
The prisoner let out a great scream of agony as the bone pierced through his flesh, The Slayer let out a cry of fury as he rammed his elbow right into the face of the injured prisoner, busting his skull open with the force of the strike, blood pouring out of the cut that had been made.
The Slayer looked down on the injured prisoner as a night sentinel guard grabbed said prisoner and dragged him away towards the medical rooms.
"Rip and tear!" The Slayer screamed aggressively, using his chest to boom out the words like thunder from the sky. His words echoing off the walls, the prisoners and the sentinels within the room began to take this stranger seriously.
Darin slowly began to make his way towards The Slayer as another prisoner stepped up to the plate, only to get dropped like the others that came before him quite quickly, and then Darin struck viciously.
The bastard rushed forth and delivered a huge kick right into the wound of The Slayer, causing him to let out an audible grunt of pain and growling his wound. Darin then shot a fist right into the side of the Slayer's head, jerking it to the side and causing him to collapse onto a knee.
"You cheating bi-" The Slayer's sentence was stopped when another kick floored him onto his back, he let out a growl of pain and began to sit up only to see Darin's arm reach right into his nasty wound, grabbing hold of one of his ribs.
"You don't belong here, stranger, we don't need you…" Darin growled as he began to tug hard on the rib in which he held, hearing the tissue and organic matter within the body of the Slayer rip and tear as he continued to try and tear the rib out of his body.
The Slayer let out a scream of pure agony, but it didn't take long before that pain began to turn into rage when the human form of Darin seemingly shifted and morphed into that of an imp, a demonic frontline trooper from Hell.
These prisoners and people within the arena weren't actually turning into demons, they were just a figment of the Slayer's imagination, the pain turned into numbness and the Slayer let out another scream, but this time it wasn't one of pain, it was of absolute unbridled rage.
All that the Slayer saw was red, his heart began to race within his chest like a pounding drum of death. His blood was boiling, he furiously jammed his fingers into the eyeballs of Darin, causing the prisoner to scream out in agony as his orbs of vision burst and gushed blood, spattering the crimson fluid all over the Slayer's fingers.
The Slayer rose to his feet as Darin thrashed and writhed on the cold ground, kicking his legs about and screaming in terrible pain.
"Rip…" The Slayer growled as he reached within his body through the wound, grabbing the already cracked rib in which Darin was close to ripping through his body.
"And…" The Slayer began to forcefully pull on the cracked rib with great force, stunning the prisoners that stood around him. He didn't feel any pain, visions of war waged fueled his veins and numbed his pain, both mental and physical.
"Tear!" The Slayer screamed as he tore the rib from his body with a loud snap, blood shot out instantly from the wound once it burst free, the rib itself being covered in blood and bodily fluids from within.
The prisoners and even some of the sentinels believed the man to be insane but a majority of the sentinels liked what they were seeing, they believed this to be a promising sign while the weaker hearted sentinels within the room were appalled by the act.
A gutsy prisoner rushed forward but was stabbed right in the chest, killed instantly. The Slayer used his own rib, the sharp edges from where it broke off of the ribcage, plunging it into the heart of his enemy. The Slayer stared a B-line straight towards Deag Grav with a wicked smirk on his face, the same smirk of when he picked up a new weapon.
Another prisoner charged only to get his throat slashed, blood spilling like a fountain all over the face of the Slayer, dying of blood loss within seconds.
"Now, this is a place to regain honor, not a killing fie-" Deag Grav went to speak but was almost instantly silenced when the Slayer raised his voice up loudly in response.
"This place is called the Blood Arena, let it live up to the name!" This made almost all of the night sentinel guards cheer on and take Deag Grav by surprise.
The mind of The Outlander seemed crippled with rage, the only thing he knew at the time was to kill without mercy as he only saw red. He was going berserk, another prisoner rushed towards him and he struck the enemy in the gut. The prisoner lurched over the knee almost in a spanking position but the Slayer wasn't about spanking people, he was about a different kind of punishment.
The Slayer took the rib and stabbed it into the back of the prisoner multiple times, each time the bony sharp edge penetrated the flesh, blood shot out. The berserk began to wear off, so the Slayer took the rib and hurled it at Deag Grav's head, the priest dodged and it managed to puncture the wall surprisingly with a loud bang.
The night sentinel guards continued to get surprised with everything this gladiator was doing, his merciless and brutal strategies in combat could prove useful, so they cheered on the banner of the Slayer.
"Rip and tear!" The sentinel guards screamed with their fists raised in the air, the Slayer smirked at this, finally he was making a name for himself.
The Slayer proceeded to viciously tear the spine out of his enemy and crack the spine like a whip once the prisoner fell over and couldn't move, paralyzed throughout his whole body. Another prisoner tried to attack the Outlander only to get lashed by the spine, the vertebrae slicing open the cheek of the prisoner, causing him to reel back in pain.
The Slayer pressed on, lashing the spine whip towards the prisoner once again, slashing open his face even more. He took the spine and lashed it towards the throat of the prisoner, severing the head from the body with blood gushing out from the husk that the skull sat on.
"Enough of this!" Deag Grav shouted, pointing his scepter towards the Slayer, a great blast of wind slammed the great warrior against the wall.
The Slayer's vision seemed to go black and white, he could feel his heart rate slow down after being rammed hard against the wall at such a high speed. He groaned in pain and was slow to get back up to even his knees, everything else was at normal speed.
"You, take the rib and stab through his throat!" Grav shouted, pointing to another prisoner and the rib of the Slayer. Grav pointed his sceptre towards the rib in the wall and it magically pulled itself out, arcane magics being used against the Slayer.
The prisoner smirked and bolted towards the downed Slayer with the rib, but the great warrior saw his enemy coming although everything seemed to be in slow motion. Flashing images of a demonic trooper of Hell began playing, replacing the prisoner as he continued to charge at him.
The Slayer let out a scream and lunged at the charging opposition, his hand reaching for the throat. Everything was still in slow motion to him, the prisoner let out a battle cry as he swung down the rib towards the opened mouth of the roaring beast that was the Slayer, but the gloved hand of the Outlander rammed through the throat and severed the head, forcing the prisoner to drop the rib to the floor.
"Damned demons…" the Slayer growled, Deag Grav looked shocked and even impressed at what he was seeing now. This gladiator was pushing beyond the verge of death, the Slayer looked around at all of the prisoners he had knocked to the ground and some even killed. One last prisoner attempted to fight against him.
The prisoner tried to give the Slayer a haymaker only to get his arm caught within his grasp and receive a huge wallop, knocking the already weakened prisoner down to the floor. It seemed that all the opposition had been defeated, and some were even killed. He took deep breaths as his heart continued to pound, seething in rage.
"Rip...and...tear!" The Slayer growled only to hear the impressed laughter of Deag Grav approaching him.
"You'll make a fine addition to the frontlines, stranger." Deag Grav spoke, apparently impressed but he still had that cocky aura in his tone as he walked side by side with the Slayer.
"The demons, they're everywhere...must kill them all!" the Outlander growled, speaking of evil creatures in which the Argenta Empire had no clue of. A great humming came from within the room and Deag Grav along with the Slayer turned to see what was going on.
The figure appeared to be a tall angelic figure, it had to stand around twenty feet in height. The body appeared feminine, it was the Khan Makyr herself, the supreme ruler over the Argenta and the being that even the kings followed.
"Dress his wounds and bring him to us, I want to know more about the others he speaks of." Khan Makyr ordered, finding these demons that the Slayer spoke of to be intriguing.
"Yes, your grace." Deag Grav answered with a bow of his crowned bald head, he would go on to lead the Slayer towards the room directly outside of the arena to dress the wounds of the Slayer.
"Who was that?" the Slayer asked as he began to get calmed down now that he was out of the Blood Arena.
"That is the Khan Makyr, she rules over us all. Even the king himself!" Deag Grav answered proudly, causing the Slayer to raise an eyebrow, apparently this strange new planet had a king to it.
"Where am I?"
"You are in the sovereign lands of the Argenta Empire, Sentinel Prime, location where the training goes underway for our precious night sentinels."
The Slayer knew he had several more things to learn about this place, he didn't know humankind existed outside of Planet Earth.
"Hold still." Grav ordered and so the Slayer remained still, the priest stuck his staff out towards the large wound on the Outlander's mid-section.
Magically, the rib in which was torn out, regrown within seconds. The Slayer could feel his wounds healing up bit by bit, especially the internal injuries suffered from his combat in the arena just moments ago.
Deag Grav walked over to a counter by a fireplace, grabbing a large plate off of it. It was colored with beautiful silver, gold, and red. It appeared to be made out of a strange material that the Slayer didn't see before, it was of Makyr origin, but the Slayer himself didn't know of the Makyr race as of yet.
The priest carried the plate over to the Slayer and placed it onto the gash in which was still clearly visible, although the injuries within the body had been healed. A loud hum came from the plate as a bright yellow glow emerged from it, tiny yellow sparks emerged from the plate as it merged to be one with the body of the Slayer, covering up the wound.
"Now, let us move. The Khan Makyr has summoned you." Grav said, ushering the great warrior to rise to his feet. It was time for the Slayer to meet the Makyr.
(Undisclosed location)
A mass of Curator troopers surrounded a large circular platform, on their knees in the bowing position. A loud droning buzz echoed off the walls of the massive chamber, the design was some sort of mixture between Hell and Argenta architecture.
Chains began to pull the centerpiece of the platform up, red lighting illuminating the entire dark room. The silhouette of the Chief Curator could be seen standing on the platform as it rose high above the troopers.
"My brothers and sisters, a dreadful misfortune has come upon us all. Our campaign has been halted by the Earthly Ruffian, our conquest to expand our empire has failed. We've never lost anything though, we will be cured of this. I can assure all of you, this universe is dirty, and we of the pure and righteous will do it better, we will cure the disease." The Chief spoke, revealing that his infinity logo in which was part of his skull, had been broken off.
This came to his troops as a shock, their leader had never been stopped in his campaign before, they all began to speak amongst themselves on how this Earthly Ruffian could be. One of the elite troops came up, he too had horns upon his crowned head, except there was no center horn.
"What opponent has the power to defy the might of The Curator race? Is this ruffian a mortal? Is he among omnipotent power?" The elite asked his Chief Curator, admittedly shocked at this news.
"I don't know his name, he never spoke of it. He wore pagan armor, and his wrath was equal to that of a billion suns. Never once has an outsider barged into our lands, he spoke to me of great flames that fueled him. He told me that he's slaughtered great beasts that harmed his people, and he would do the same to us if we tried."
The elite was shocked by this, but his mind began to think positively, perhaps there was a way of achieving redemption.
"How are we to stop him?"
The Chief smirked from out of the blue, even snickering a bit.
"We'll find those great beasts, the heretic spoke of a land of fire and blackened rock. He called them beasts demons, so how about we find those demons, and cripple wherever he remains…"
(Sentinel Prime)
Now the Doomguy stood before the towering angelic figure that was the Khan Makyr in a large chamber room, a platform outstretched over a great bottomless chasm, a large dome shaped building had been built over this chasm, it was a place of meditation, a calming place.
"I want to know more of these things that you speak of, stranger." A female voice boomed throughout the hollowed chamber, the angelic supreme goddess slowly materialized over the void.
The Outlander had another vision, this time he found himself within the destroyed city of Hebeth. The buildings, which were made out of mortar and polished stone had since crumbled and broken apart thanks to a sudden onslaught of demonic hordes.
The great warrior looked all around as demon after demon poured into the city, and he held a cube shaped device within his right hand. He had already slaughtered several of the horde but they continuously rushed upon him, the device was known as the Soul Cube.
He was serving an ancient tribe known as the Bethians, an ancient tribe which would pave the way for teleportation travel. The Outlander didn't know where all of these demons were coming from but he had killed them before and he'll most certainly do it again without any questions being asked.
He stood uptop a mound of dead imps and hellish soldiers that carried bone shields and swords, he leaned his body over and outstretched his arm as prowler demons began to crawl up the large heap of demonic corpses to try and reach their enemy.
There was a blinding flash of light, emitting from the cube itself with a loud ringing noise coming after the initial explosion. His words as he unleashed the power of the soul cube were as follows:
"Damn all of you demons, back to the deepest pits from whence you came!"
When the blinding light faded away, the hundreds upon thousands of demons in which were bum-rushing him had fallen away. The city of Hebeth would be forever lost, but a few of the survivors had fled to Earth successfully, an Argenta settlement would be made on Earth by the survivors.
The power of the soul cube forced the demons back into Hell, another world being saved by the great warrior. He had disappeared from the mound of evil bodies in which he had stacked, vanishing almost as quick as he came. A silent slayer of evil and a hero to these martians.
As it turned out, the Slayer had uttered the words he experienced in the flashback out loud, getting Khan Makyrs attention.
"Yes, Outlander, those demons you spoke of earlier today during your trial within the arena. What are those beings you speak of?"
"Those are evil, cruel, crafty bastards. Not a sense of order or that I know of among them, I had to save people across time from those monsters. I saved Earth twice from them, I saved the ancient martian city of Hebeth from them." The Outlander explained to Khan Makyr, intriguing her ever more.
"Where do these demons come from? Do they come from this 'Earth' you speak of?"
"They do not come from Earth, my home planet is a place full of beauty and flowing waters, great cities and everything else you can think of when it comes to peace. Humanity is flawed, my kind is flawed, but I still love it and we've made it through the worst. Those bastards come from Hell, a dark realm beyond the mortal worlds. They come from the very bottom of this universe, an empty void."
It was then that Khan Makyr thought about how these things fought, she remained silent for a moment. What if Argent D'Nur and all of the sovereign lands fell to these demons, how would the Night Sentinels fare against them?
"We need to keep them as far away from here as we can, no matter what." The Outlander continued, his tone of voice and facial expressions telling the Khan Makyr that those demons are never to be loved or trustworthy.
"I bring gifts of Urdak to all realms, just as I brought the people of Argenta it millenia ago. Perhaps those demons could be satisfied with the gifts of Ur-" Her sentence was cut short when the Outlander quickly intervened.
"Shit no! Those things aren't to be trusted and they don't need the gifts of Urdak, whatever that place is. Power is what they want, they crave it, they are greedy for it. The methods of getting it are cruel and ruthless, give them your so called gifts and watch as this world falls into ruin…"
The Khan Makyr let out a low growl, agitated on how this Outlander interrupted her. Due to this warrior's knowledge of these demons, she took his word for it.
"Very well then, you are dismissed."
The Outlander left the building and marched down a great flight of stairs into a city down below the coliseum, every citizen on the street giving him hateful glares despite what he did in the arena.
He could feel the eyes upon him, and he didn't give two shits. The Outlander knew that these people of Argenta had no idea who he was, they didn't know that they would be in the presence of their savior in the years to come.
From all the stresses and anger of this new world, the Outlander entered a bar to get a swig to cleanse his mind. Now, he had saved the lost city of Hebeth. The Bethians were a race of ancient sentinel people, one of the earliest tribes of the sentinels, this was when the Outlander had traveled through universes and dimensions. The way he found out about interdimensional travel, was unknown (he did this after the events of Doom 2).
The Outlander entered the bar, the doors sliding open. The inside was a blend of Makyr and Agrenta in terms of how it looked, drinks looked different than they do on Earth, and looked more like potions. Within these tiny valves, was a blueish purple fizzy material.
He took a seat next to a drunkard and grabbed the beverage from his hands, causing the drunkard to fall out of the chair and crash to the floor to a roar of laughter. The Outlander took a sip of this drink and he felt himself being uplifted physically, he felt more awake and alive, healed. His eyes widened at the feeling he got from drinking this, on the shelves there were more drinks of different kinds, but this one was his favorite for now.
A civilian within the bar pointed towards the Outlander behind his back, but the great warrior knew the eyes were already upon him. A few of the civilians crowded around him, the Outlander gladly accepted the disdain and hate from these citizens, they couldn't do a damn thing to him in the first place.
"Who the hell are you?" One of the pesky citizens asked in an aggressive way.
The word 'Hell' to any degree or usage pissed off the Doomguy, he couldn't stand the realm or the demons or the cultists on Earth and potentially beyond. He didn't respond to the annoying citizen.
"I asked you a question, dipshit!"
It was then that the future savior of Argenta decided to speak, a smirk on his lips as he delivered the words.
"A man you should show respect to." He answered to the citizen, turning his head to give him a blank stare into his eyes.
The citizen laughed and a few more people made their way over to join him in heckling out Doomguy.
"Why should we respect a man who arrived in the city in blood and guts? Why should we trust one who is gravely wounded in a city full of warriors?"
"I hope you realize those weren't my guts, those were the guts of demons. To prove another point, I'm one of the best warriors this planet has to offer, if anything, you're lucky that you have my company for now."
The agitating citizen laughed and turned to the others that joined along in antagonizing the future Slayer.
"Oh, watch out fellas, we've got a bad man over here, he's gonna beat us up!" They laughed at him, but they didn't get a rise out of the Doomguy, only a smirk and even a snicker.
"Demons? What are demons?"
"The things I may have to save you idiots from in the future, I've already saved my homeworld from them and I've been into their realm before they made an appearance. I've been punishing them for years."
"Why?"
"They harmed my people and harmed my rabbit, Daisy."
This caused almost the entire bar to erupt and roar in laughter, this masculine monster of a man saved the world and punished demons all over a rabbit.
"You laugh now, but when I have to save this place just like I did Earth, you'll be thanking me."
"Well that Earth of yours can go fuck itself for all we care, you are in Argenta now. Your victories are meaningless to u-" The heckling citizen was silenced when his head was viciously torn from his body and shoved up his anus, causing the laughing crowd to panic and flee out into the street.
"Come back to life when you get the head out of your ass and the cock from your ear…" The Outlander growled as he left the bar with the health potion in his hand, casually walking down the street and taking a stroll around his new home.
A/N: That is it for this new chapter, I am aware at this time that the people of Argenta were not calling him the Doom Slayer. I've just decided to refer to him as that because it feels more fitting for the reboot trilogy (yes I am aware that he is indeed the OG Doomguy too)
As always, feel free to leave me some ideas in a private message, a review of constructive criticism or how you enjoyed the chapter. Stay tuned for the third one!-Calebshane1219