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Chapter 19: He Chose The Path of Perpetual Torment…
"HELLHOUND ZERO-ONE, SQUAD TWO, MOVE YOUR JEEP TO CENTER LEFT!"
Squads moved around rapidly as Dusty ordered soldiers to various positions, along with two other officers commanding and directing. Meanwhile, Seymour kept his binoculars aimed at the approaching horde on the horizon.
"Seymour, how far away are they now?"
"Around 800 meters, sir!"
"REEAAAUUGGGHHHH!"
"RAAAH! RAAAH RAAH RAAAAAHHH!"
"YEEAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!"
The moans and groans of the oncoming horde sent pangs of fear into the hearts of every soldier present, including Seymour. From what he could see through the binoculars, they were zombie-like, shuffling quickly towards the formation. And yet, they numbered in the thousands, their mass shuffling paired with the crude babbling from their mouths creating a cacophony of unsettling sounds.
"ENGIES, READY THE DEFENSES!" Dusty barked, and dozens of soldiers with tools went forward onto the black-marbled surface, setting up makeshift barricades, from sandbags and barbed wire to platforms and landmines. Engineers went forward and set down portable mortar placements behind the lines.
"400 meters, sir!" Seymour shouted, almost in panic as he was alarmed by the rate at which the zombies were advancing.
"READY WEAPONS!"
The sounds of dozens of firearms being unslung and loaded pierced the air, and soldiers lined up against their makeshift defenses.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god…" One soldier muttered in terror as he witnessed the hordes staggering towards the formation.
"AIM!"
The soldiers aimed through their sights, focused on the heads of each zombie.
"200 METERS, SIR!" Seymour shouted, panic rising in his throat.
"HOLD!" Dusty held his hand up as everyone kept their rifles aimed. The zombies got ever closer.
"150 METERS, SIR!"
"HOLD!"
The zombie hordes were alarmingly close now, and their screams were filling the air, making everyone antsy and panicky.
"120 METERS, SIR! THEY'RE CLOSE!"
"I SAID FUCKIN' HOLD!"
The zombie horde was nearly upon them, and Seymour could see the horde extend all the way back into the horizon.
"100 METERS!"
"FIRE!"
BRRRRRRT-BRRRRRRT! BRRRT! BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG! BRRRRRRT-BRRRRRRT! BRRRT! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG! BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG! POP! POP! POP!
BANG! BANG BANG! BRRRT! BRRRT! BANG! BANG! BRRRRRRT-BRRRRRRT! BRRRT! POP! BRRRRRRT-BRRRRRRT! POP! POP-POP-POP-POP! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BRRRT! BRRRRRRT-BRRRRRRT! BRRRT! BANG! BANG! BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG! BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG! POP! POP! POP!
BRRRT! BRRRT! BRRRRRRRRRT-BRRRRRRT! POP-POP! POP! BANG! BANG! BRRRRRRT-BRRRRRRT! BRRRT! BANG-BANG-POP-BANG-BANG! BANG-BANG-POP-BANG-BANG! BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG!
Seymour's ears nearly popped as they could only process the sheer amount of gunfire that gripped the atmosphere, joined quickly by the launching of dozens of mortars. He watched as the bullets ripped through the hordes, tearing the zombies to pieces, followed quickly by a hail of bombing as explosions popped up all throughout the hordes, sending blood, gore and limbs flying in every direction.
"READY MORTARS!" Dusty screamed.
The mortar placements picked up the next set of bombs, ready to place them in.
"LOAD 'EM UP AND BLOW THEM TO FUCKING SUPER HELL!"
The placements dropped the bombs in the tubes, covering their ears as the ignition sent each of the bombs flying into the air.
POP-POP-POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!
POP! POP-POP-POP! POP-POP! POP! POP-POP!
The gunfire continued to deafen the atmosphere, only overshadowed in sound by the whistling of the volley of bombs that flew over the hordes and came down upon them with ferocity.
BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOM! BOOOOM-BOOOOOM!
BOOOOOOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOOM! BOOOM!
BOOOM! BOOOOOOOOOM! BOOM-BOOM-BOOOOM!
The bomb barrage decimated more of the hordes, causing more blood and gore to spew across the battlefield and suffocating the air with ash and dust.
All of this carnage and pandemonium seemed to do heavy damage to the zombie ranks, which were now visibly thinned out from the hailstorm of weapons fire they continued to endure.
"FOCUS ON THE LEFT FLANK, THEY AREN'T THINNED OUT ENOUGH! LIGHT THOSE FUCKERS UP!"
BANG-BANG-BANG! BANG! BANG!
Seymour was unable to think or process anything as his ears were filled with nothing but gunfire, explosions and the groans of the dead. And yet, he felt relieved to see the numbers of the zombies dwindling as the heavy gunfire continued.
"FUCK YEAH!" One of the soldiers shouted as he emptied his magazine against the hordes. "TAKE THAT YOU FUCKIN' DEMONS!"
Whiiiiii-
"KEEP FIRING!" Dusty continued to bark orders, his voice getting considerably more hoarse as he was shouting orders nonstop. "LET YOUR BATTLE BUDDY KNOW WHEN YOU'RE RELOADING-"
BOOOOM!
Seymour was thrown backwards as a large explosion went off against a nearby makeshift barricade. Disoriented, he tried to get up, stumbling several times in the process.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" Dusty demanded, looking at the now-open hole in the defenses. He looked forward to the horizon, and his heart dropped.
Several monstrously large, red and buff demons were stomping down through the hordes, squishing several of the zombies under their hooves as they slowly advanced towards the barricade. They conjured fire in their palms and launched them at the barricades, setting several soldiers on fire and sending more flying away from the barricade.
"AAAAAAH! FUUUUCK! NOT AGAIN!" One of the soldiers, who had a gas mask on, screamed in terror.
"FOCUS YOUR FIRE ON THOSE BIG FUCKIN' DEMONS!" Dusty shouted, and the gunfire concentrated on them. He noticed, however, that most of the shots were pinging off of the natural armor that the demons had on.
"FUCK IT, FOCUS YOUR FIRE BACK ON THE HORDE!" Dusty barked. "MORTARS AND ROCKET LAUNCHERS, FOCUS BOMBARDMENT ON THOSE DAMN DEMONS UP THERE!"
POP! POP! POP!
Another volley of bombs whistled over the heads of the soldiers and the hordes, eventually coming down on the heads of the large demons.
BOOOM! BOOOOM! BOOOOOOOM!
The ground shook heavily as the bombs exploded on the demons, sending debris flying as dust and smoke billowed outwards, clouding vision over the large demons. Dusty felt the suspense as he waited for something to erupt from the clouds, wondering if he had eliminated the threat.
Wheeeeeeeee-
BOOOM!
A fireball burst through the dust clouds, flew over the heads of the horde and blasted another part of the long defense line, causing havoc in the ranks of the soldiers.
"SHIT!" Dusty shouted in rage, seeing the hulking demons step out from the dust clouds. He felt as if he could sense them smirking and laughing at his attempt to kill them.
From there, the tide of battle changed as the large demons continued to throw fireball after fireball at the defenses, blowing more holes through the line and sending more soldiers flying around.
"RETREAT FROM THE LINE!" Dusty shouted as he saw the hordes of zombies descending upon them, tearing down the defenses. The soldiers retreated backwards, continuing to fire at the hordes of zombies, which now seemed to be overwhelmingly large and having recovered some of their numbers.
As they continued to inch backwards, Dusty noticed that they were slowly being cornered at the point where the black surface they were standing on melded into the boiling lava, and he realized what was happening.
"LOAD UP IN THE FLOATS, QUICKLY-"
As if sensing what he was about to order next, the large demons threw several fireballs, almost with perfect precision, at the floating vehicles, blowing all of them up. Dusty balled his fist in rage.
"What the hell is going on here?" He muttered. It was as if there were some invisible mastermind strategizing and directly controlling the actions of the large demons and the horde.
The soldiers were backed closer and closer to the boiling lava as the horde descended towards them, and the soldiers began to take notice of the terrible situation they were about to be in.
"CAPTAIN! WHAT DO WE DO NEXT?" One of his NCOs shouted. Dusty was lost for words, unable to find anything more to use against the demons. All of the weaponry they possessed currently was unable to affect the large demons. He remembered vaguely, during a meeting with that 10-foot tall robot, about getting new weaponry to combat this demonic threat, but he hadn't yet deployed them to the infantry.
Finally, the battle started to get tighter and tighter as soldiers began to run out of bullets, and the numbers of the hordes only seemed to grow as they got closer.
And then, the soldiers were forced to stop, unable to stand the heat emanating from the boiling lava they were inching closer towards.
"Oh god…" Seymour muttered, realizing the situation, along with every other soldier. They all looked on at the hordes of zombies, who had suddenly stopped groaning and stopped in their tracks, standing still. The large demons stomped forward, spinning the fireballs in their hands, grinning devilishly as they cornered their prey.
"They're...they're toying with us…" Seymour muttered in horror, getting flashbacks to his time in the lower levels of Hell. "Oh, god, no...please…"
Dusty looked between his soldiers and the demons, torn with despair and indecision as he wracked his mind for a solution.
"How the fuck does this keep happening?" He seethed. Nothing had changed. This situation was the exact same as when he had fought the Doom Slayer. For the second time in a row, he was going to get men under his command killed.
In a brief moment, he looked back on his life as a human. When he had first joined the US Military, serving for years, moving up the chain until he reached the rank of Captain. He had wanted to stay in the field to get into the action and lead his company. It had taken a single wrong call to cause the deaths of hundreds of his men.
And he believed that to be the reason he had ended up here in Hell. He had no wrong intentions, no malicious behavior, no selfish desires driving him to that wrong call.
He simply believed himself to be an incompetent commander, and in turn that had caused the deaths of hundreds of good people, people with families, livelihoods, aspirations and ambitions.
He had tried to redeem himself here in Hell, by joining the ranks of the standing military. He had tried to make it up in some twisted way, planning and strategizing as much as possible beforehand.
And the two chances he had to prove his mettle, he failed.
Clink.
Seymour saw as Dusty took off his helmet and dropped it on the ground, his eyes filled with despair and defeat. He watched the man he had respected for so long, someone he had looked up to in this hellish wasteland as his role model, fall apart.
And he was filled with a boiling rage.
"RRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
In a fit of fury, he took out his service pistol, firing at the hordes as he screamed in anger.
All of this is fruitless, he thought to himself, watching the bullets zip through the heads of the zombies. None of the Barons reacted, simply watching him, as if amused with his tantrum.
I am so utterly powerless to these demons. They are on an entirely different level.
Click, click, click.
He ran into the crowd of the humanoid flesh-eaters, beating them aside with the butt of his pistol. Several of them came out of their frozen state and grabbed at him, taking bites out of his armor, a few grazing his flesh. He tried to shrug them off, continuing to beat them aside as he made his way towards the frontmost Baron.
What's the point of fighting, when you face an enemy so powerful that nothing you do can hurt them?
A clearing in the crowd allowed Seymour to continue sprinting towards the Baron, and he started to hear commotion from behind him, the sounds of metal hitting flesh. He couldn't help but grin as he realized his fellow infantrymen were yelling and beating these damned flesh-eaters back the same as he was, with all they had left.
There really isn't a point to doing all of this, nor will anything be accomplished from this futile fight.
He noticed one flesh-eater standing right in front of the towering Baron, and in a moment of madness threw his pistol at the flesh-eater, unsheathing his knife as the handgun slammed into the face of the flesh-eater.
Back at the line of defense, several of the soldiers momentarily paused in their fighting.
"Wha...what is that sound?" One of the soldiers inquired.
"It...sounds like...heavy metal?" Another said aloud.
Seymour jumped and, using the flesh-eater's face as a trampoline board, sprang up towards the Baron, roaring with wrath as he raised his combat knife towards the Baron's head.
And was grabbed mid-air by the Baron, a meter from his face. The Baron cackled, as did the others, as Seymour felt the air leave his lung while the Baron slowly began crushing his torso. The Baron brought him closer to his face, and Seymour stared with horror into the demon's eyes, seeing millennia of torture, agony and suffering.
I'LL BE DAMNED IF I DON'T GO DOWN FIGHTING!
SCHINK!
"RRRREUAUUUUUUUGGGGHHHH!"
The Baron roared with pain as Seymour brought the knife down into the Baron's left eye, twisting it wrathfully, feeling his body rejuvenate with a sick delight as he watched the Baron roar with pain.
In the next second, he felt the Baron throw him over the horde, crashing into several of the flesh-eaters. The Baron shielded its bloody eye with one gnarled hand, conjuring a fireball with the other, its single eye filled with seething rage. It brought up the fireball, aiming it at the nearly-dead Seymour, who was unable to move as several of his bones were broken.
"DO IT, MOTHERFUCKER!" Seymour screamed at him, cackling with delight as he felt pure joy rising up inside him. "I HURT YOU, DIDN'T I? I STABBED YOUR FUCKING EYE OUT! HAHAHAHA!"
VRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT!
A massive beam of energy shot through the center of the Baron's chest, tearing through several of the flesh-eaters behind it. The Baron looked down in disbelief at the massive hole in its chest.
And then, a familiar figure dived out of the sky, bringing one big chainsaw down upon the Baron.
SCCCHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIICCCCKKKKK!
The Baron screamed in agony as the chainsaw tore through its torso, and the Doom Slayer wrenched it all the way down into the ground. Seymour, who was barely conscious, could feel the fear emanating from every demon present, even from his own infantrymen as they watched the messy display of violence.
And then, the true carnage began.
For what seemed to be the 5th time in a row, the soldiers watched, this time as observers, while the Doom Slayer went to work butchering the demons left and right. It was almost artistic, the way he danced about slaughtering the flesh-eaters in droves, sparing no demon on his path of destruction.
"This...slayer...we thought we could kill him?" One soldier mumbled.
"Delusional. We must've been delusional." Another responded.
After the time, energy and resources they had spent trying to take down these hordes of zombies, and the exhausting yet futile effort pitted against the Barons of Hell were quickly overshadowed by the Doom Slayer's performance as he tore all of them down seemingly with ease and an efficiency that terrified and marveled them both at once. One soldier began chanting his title, followed by several others, eventually followed by the entirety of the company.
"DOOM SLAYER! DOOM SLAYER! DOOM SLAYER!"
The battle lasted only a few minutes, with the Doom Slayer eventually unsheathing the BFG and blasting away the hordes of the possessed, along with the Barons, tracking down the survivors and ending them mercilessly, all the while followed by his new legion of die-hard followers, chanting his name and stabbing the corpses of any possessed lying on the ground.
"DOOM SLAYER! DOOM SLAYER! DOOM SLAYER!"
Seymour, through nearly-closed eyes, could just barely process the Slayer's actions, though he understood from the chanting that they had won the battle, though with the Slayer's intervention. Regardless, a big grin was plastered
Dusty watched on in bewilderment and exhausted relief, slinging his rifle and picking his helmet back up from the ground.
"Another day to live. Another day to prove my worth. And this man..."
He looked on at the Slayer as he continued further into the landscape, killing every last demon in his wake. He felt his heart fill with hope.
"...Is going to lead us to victory."
Author's Notes
- I would appreciate it if any one of you decided to give my other writings on this site a read. I know you came here to read this, so I'm not obligating you in any fashion to read them, but even just a quick review would make me feel a lot better about those, especially since I plan on rejuvenating a few of them (such as Doki Doki: Reality of Today. Shit, I might make an actual book series out of that one, I find it fun to write, since it's meant to be a comedy)
- Many of you pointed out that you read these notes, and that makes me feel a bit more close to y'all. It may not seem like it, but I read every single one of your reviews, I keep track of the follows and favorites, and I definitely consider advice or suggestions. This new system of suggesting ideas should help you guys become more active in my writings. Do understand that I will write how I want to, but if you really want to see an idea manifested, I'll take ideas.
- To expand on my previous statement, I would like to let you all know that I will commission writing chapters for money. If you check my profile, you'll notice that I show prices for each of these commissions and chapters. Of course, depending on if I know that certain show or topic well enough, I will charge more or less depending on what it is. Then again, I'm sure the vast majority of you are here just to read about the Doom Slayer to rip and tear. But you also have to know that in order to emphasize how fuckin' powerful the Doom Slayer is, you have to build a whole bunch of side stories around him, to make him a force of nature and a terrifying presence.
- Which side character in this series would you like to see more of in the writings? Can be an OC or from the Hazbin/Doom universe, leave your suggestions in the reviews, and as always, thanks for choosing my writing to read!
