Judgement was getting ready to head for the Ripatorium, when she saw him walk in, with what almost looks like an evil smile on his face. "I know you've enjoyed the Ripatorium. But you've never done it...around me," he says, which causes the High Prosecutor to pause.
"Is-is this your way of asking me out? A date ripping and tearing? I thought it's supposed to be coffee or something," she asks with a raise of an eyebrow.
"Do I look like someone who follows rules?" He returns, to which she ad to admit, given what he's done, there was no way. "I'll meet you at the entryway console, after I grab some stuff," he says, heading out. Judgement had to admit, there was something appealing about the situation. After all, the man was a myth beyond legend. A man who had likely spilled enough demon blood to replace every body of water on Earth with blood with room to spare. Even if the ice caps were included.
When Judgement got down to the Ripatorium floor, the Slayer soon followed after, dressed in an archaic green armor, what she had learned was his original set. His abs showed, and so did his arms, even leg muscles showed through his pants. A shotgun rested in his hands, and she hit the ready button on the screen as they entered the final elevator. It was something, being this close, to someone who looked, and was, this dangerous. Judgement squirmed, and just for kicks, used her High Prosecutor's sight to examine him for sins. It was astonishing. His soul was burnt and blistered, hardened by the fires of Hell. Yet, the only sins worth noting were various minor childhood sins. Though even then...various bullies had gotten broken noses or black eyes, thansk to him. And then of course, his time with the Marines, there were some small sins there, going up against various terrorists. But most of it, the demons, the Sentinels, the Titan...whatever sins he had committed, he had clearly undone. If anything, SHE was the sinner compared to him. And somehow, that almost got her excited, as all she wanted to do was punish sinners and nobody else, and yet here was someone more pure than the average man. Maybe this Earth was right, maybe he was a god, as it didn't seem possible for one man to be this good, and yet, so feared. And that certainly made her pulse increase.
They reach the Ripatorium's arena, and get to work. She with her claws and her chain attacks, and he with his arsenal of weapons. Well, almost full. He had left some of the super weapons, like Crucible, BFG, and Unmakyr behind. Everything else he still had, including a special Doom Blade that matched this set, and equipment launcher. Sure, she enjoyed herself, but watching him...was something else. She had heard the recording. "For it is He that they fear, not man, nor his armies, they fear the mark of the Beast." And here...was a beast, hunting without mercy, reminding the demons why he was in charge. The cost of messing with him. She almost had to stop and watch, she was so enthralled. Sure, mortal stomachs may have turned at the blood, the gore, the ripping and tearing. But Judgement was enamored. She squirmed a bit, rubbing her legs together, and was confused, but then realized what it meant. Watching him...turned me on? She thought, trying to hide a blush. Hopefully...she'd calm down soon.
They finished, and he smiled at her through the helmet, still calming down from earlier. "Enjoyed yourself?" He asks.
Oh yes. I may have to fully enjoy myself later if I don't calm down soon. "Yes I did. Watching you work was...exhilarating," she admits, not wanting to fully reveal just HOW enjoyable it was, as they head through the portal and back to the main area of the Fortress. "If only we could do it...somewhere real."
"I get what you mean," He says, as he continues off towards another girl. But before he leaves her line of sight, he turns back towards her, looks up and down, and winks. What was that for? Just because I was breathing a little heavily...don't tell me he KNOWS! Embarrassment rushed to her face, as she went to her room, rushing to get her claws off. I don't care if he knows, I just need to finish this. She thinks as she gets to work, thoughts that if he could be that rough with the Corrupted...how rough might he get with her?
Cerberus had been helping make sure the natural areas of Earth were free of corruption, be it Hellish or manmade. Her ability to sniff out anything in the air was useful, and she could taste corruption in water too. Plus, if she ever thought something was off, there were 3 of her. Slight variations in her bodies could be compensated for, due to the shared soul. She even could sense what various animals wanted, and what suited them. Though she wouldn't put it as talking to them. Though she did have a method of communicating back. She was browsing information on various Parks, when he walked in, having changed out of his armor. "Enjoying that are you?" He asks. "Sometime, when you have the time, you should watch this really old documentary, on America's National Parks. It's long, but it is WELL worth it. Should be in the cultural database."
"We think we know of it," she answers in triplicate. "This idea America had, the National Parks, really WAS a good idea. And the humans have become a lot more eco-friendly over the years. But...greed still persists, sadly." All 6 ears droop, but the Slayer nods in understanding. "Well, if things go the way I think...that won't happen," he says, petting 2 of their heads, which causes their ears to perk up. The third one snuggles her way up so her head is just under his chin. His hands were so big, and warm, that if she were cat girls, she'd likely have purred. "Here's one idea. Spend time in the arboretum," He suggests, which Cerberus responds to excitedly. They head down there, enjoying the greenery, while Slayer actually throws a ball, which she chases. "What really needs to happen, is we head down to Earth, so we get proper room," he says, all 3 of Cerberus nodding, as they snuggle up to him as they lay in the grass. He was so warm, she thought, and so easy to cuddle with. And he was so nice and gentle, despite...everything he also is. They lay there like that for a bit, Cerberus even snoring cutely, before the 4 of them slowly got up, to head back upstairs, Cerberus to her room. The 3 of her each lay on their beds, looking up at the ceiling. He was so cuddly and sweet, that she already missed his warmth, and resorted to hugging herselves to make up for it.
Azazel was going over all known data about Daisy, when He came in. "Sir!" She says, snapping to attention. "At ease," he said, which she obeyed, but wide eyed. "W-well sir, Daisy is quite the elusive rabbit. She can go anywhere she wants it seems. Even the Abyss is not off limits to her," she says, rattling off other details, until he put a hand on her shoulder.
"Relax. Take some time to yourself. Read some yuri stories," he says, causing Azazel to blush a bit. "And there's more than just the books too. There's audiobooks, some of the mangas, visual novels..."
"Most intriguing!" She notes, writing all that down in her notebook. "So many possibilities! Humans really like this kind of thing huh?"
"Yes," He says with a small smile, before thinking. "Still have that old halo? It'll become something Modeus's new friends will enjoy, I'm sure," he says, holding up Lucifer's old broken crown. Azazel's eyes go wide, as she hands it over. "And to think, this thing was limiting my powers," She adds. "I'm sure lessons could come from that." He nods as he walks out. So...he knew? And is accepting? Well, I guess on one hand, it's not THAT surprising.
Zdrada was out on the balcony, contemplating a smoke. Cigarettes were rare back on Earth, and her supply was low, when she sensed a presence. She looked up, and saw the Slayer. "Going to punish me for smoking? Go ahead, I've been a bad girl..." she says, a touch on the seductive side.
"No, I'm here to help you find a way to keep enjoying yourself so those need no rations," he says, looking at her dwindling box. "Most of humanity switched to vaping. Or if they do smoke...it's more likely to be weed."
She's taken aback for a minute, but then responds. "You...are actually ok with that?" She asks wide eyed.
"I'm sure people down there are in more stress. Besides...I've heard about the nightclub idea. Good idea, because even while rebuilding, people need a place to destress. Make sure the booze is plentiful. That's an order," he says with a slight serious tone, but with a hint of a smile. "And plenty of room to dance and all that. They'll need it. Just like they'll need the natural areas of the world too, as I've told Cerberus."
"Going soft? You're supposed to be the Doom Slayer," Zdrada says with a slight teasing tone.
I'm human, first and foremost. I unleash the beast when I have to," he says, which Zdrada smirks at, and looks down for a second, then back up. "I bet there's one beast that hasn't been unleashed in a while," she says with a smirk, while Slayer just goes stone faced.
"Ok, I'll admit, I walked into that one. I'll just have you know, would you want the beast unleashed before, or after a trip through the Divinity Machine?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, got some upgrades from that thing, did you?" She smirks. "Let me guess, bigger beast that can run a lot longer?" He just nods for a bit, as he walks away. Damn. I will definitely have to unleash that beast. The ache will be worth it, she thinks as she continues to smoke. Though, he is right. I might need something to replace the cigarettes.
Justice was manning her radio station. "And this is Slayer Radio, bringing you the best hits from the Slayer's soundtracks. And hold on, I hear someone walking into the studio right now. It sounds heavy, heavier than any of the other girls here walk, which can only mean...He is here," she says into the mic with a grin, feeling something get placed into her hand. "And he's handed me what feels like a USB stick," she says as she plugs it into her console, then reads its contents via the tactile display at her fingertips. "Oh, it's a selection of his favorite music, that isn't what he listens to in a fight. Let's play something at random!" She says as she hits the randomize button. After some drums, a piano starts up, and she hears "Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man, of wealth, and taste," come through the speakers, as she lets the selection play.
"It must be rough," she hears a male voice say, and she "looks" in that direction. "Being blind." It was odd, to finally hear him. But not unpleasant.
"I've gotten used to it. I've even gotten over...how it happened," she says, grinning in his direction. "I mean, if you could forgive Lucy...I can forgive you, even if you don't know how you're the cause of my blindness. Though..." she gives a sigh. "Well, you deserve to know. Have a seat. And...I trust you won't get upset, considering that in some ways, my blindness is penance for what I've done. But anyway, from the top. First off, I was the one who organized that invasion. Been plotting it for a while. It was under my direction, that Phobos was overrun. Your Phobos, I should add. And that Deimos was brought into Hell," she explains, and then starts to shake as memories come to her, that while they were semi-bad to her, were made worse considering who they were about, especially because she was telling them to him. But the next thing she knows, she's surrounded by warmth, and gentleness, and a feeling of safety, so she calms down a little, but still tears up. "L-Lucifer ordered me to investigate what I could find about you. Make you pay for what you've done. I-I was the one who brought D-D-D—" Before she can finish, she feels her face being pressed into his chest with one hand, as she cries it out. "Sh-she then told me that if the Icon of S-sin died, I'd l-lose my job. And with it, the S-sight of the High Prosecutor," she says quietly as she cries into his chest, his arms around her tightly. "J-judgement was already in power when you s-sealed yourself in." She continues. "It was such a mistake. I even got these..." she holds up her hands, the fingerless red gloves on them. "Because invading Phobos was so successful." She continues to cry into his chest.
"Justice..." He says quietly. "If I can forgive Lucifer...why wouldn't I be able to forgive your own role?" He asks. "I even gave her the shells I had planned on using. Shells I had specifically coated, in HER blood," he says, and Justice understood what the emphasis on the second "her" meant. "And she gave me the knife. And besides...cheer up. As I told Luce, I don't do overkill. My victims all die quickly. You've paid for it for longer than I ever would make you," He continues, and Justice stops crying and "looks" up at him. "And you're doing some good for this Earth. Your radio station helps entertain, and with what I've given you, that should help them feel A LOT better. And likely, closer to me. Now...here's something else for you, that should help you feel strong again." Justice now feels something hard and metallic pressed into her hand, and she traces it. These...were these brass knuckles? She slips them on, with a smile. "Yes, brass knuckles. Why? My originals, from all those years ago. Though...modified," he continues, guiding her left fingers over the tips. She feels that they're not smooth, but engraved. "Is this...your mark?" She asks. "Yes it is. Even though I haven't used them in a LONG time, I found them, and had to modify them, for old time's sake. But I no longer need them." He gives a slight chuckle. "One punch from me now, bare fisted, would hurt worse than me wearing those from back then. And on top of that? They won't exactly fit over the Praetor Suit gauntlet. Not that I'd want to anyway. I reinforced said gauntlets for better punching power. Though not too much. Trigger guards only get so big," he says, earning a slight giggle from Justice. "Thank you," she says, as they gently break the hug once they've had their fill, reluctantly on her part. Wow...he is something. As able to be tender as he is to be a monster. If he's a god, he's a god of more than one thing.
Beelzebub was in her tower, going over notes, and running various experiments in the small lab she had downstairs. All on void matter. It was important, to get it working. Humans were smart, she had to admit. True, she got upset when they deliberately destabilized a sample. But when she saw the data, about the energy given off, it erased a lot of doubt. Not all of it though. Issue was trying to make sure it could be done safely, and efficiently. Slayer help her if it wasn't eco-friendly, last thing she needed was 3 dog bites. Wait a minute. Did I just think that? "Slayer help me?" I'm spending too much time around the Slayerists in that lab, she thinks with a small smile, as she hears her door open, to reveal the Slayer himself. "Checking in on my work?" She asks. "The void matter experiments, or as they've taken to calling it, vim, are going well. Abyss portals are stable, and the drones work well, in terms of mining the vim. No other inherent dangers exist, almost. At first, yes, keeping a portal open between the realms was a danger. But they've figured out a kind of airlock system, which minimizes the danger. Work is also progressing on the shaping, and the reactors." She says, offering to show her results. "I'm sure it's fine. And it's not Argent. You're not using the souls of the damned," he says, causing her to widen her eyes. "I bet you're still getting used to it all. Being around the others again. Being in the mortal realm. As well as...me." He continues.
"Admittedly? Yes," she admits. "I mean...some of what Hell did? I get. But you? You were a danger, even when you were mortal. And now? Because of you, everything is messed up. Urdak's deal with Hell. The Sentinels. And you dealing with both. And everyone's saying there's MORE in your future? What will you end up doing before you're done? Will you kill The God, since I'm assuming whoever they are, exists? No wonder the humans think you're a god," she says in a bit of a rant. "I just want to protect Earth from extradimensional threats." He smirks a bit. "Not my fault circumstances reward me so, and seek to aid me in my quest." Beel gives him a light punch on the arm. "You are a cocky bastard. What will you do if you DO actually kill the God? What will the humans think? Lots of Modeus's new friends will be VERY disappointed. Well, the Slayerists will love you for it, and think that whatever palace or castle or etc that God lives in, you should live in."
"Not likely," He says, looking out a window. "I like it here. Like the view. Reminds me of why I do what I do. Because if I forget why I do it, what it's all for...it's pointless."
"Unintentional power trip? So you're as humble as you are divine?" The Fly asks with a chuckle.
"Some parts of me still resent the idea of being called a god. But I won't lie, I AM slowly warming up to it. But there's things I'd refuse to do. IE, to just sit up here forcing people to work for me. I'd be the god that spends time among the people when I can. Or even if I can't, or don't feel like it that day, to have you all do it. As you are now." He smiles a bit. "It would be ironic. If I'm a god, you all would be my angels."
"And the irony is we're really demons? Most of us anyway?" Beel asks with a grin. "Especially since demons are your mortal enemy?"
"Exactly. Hell, I know the Slayerists want to write a bible, while in some ways, we ARE in a bible time. One of the parts where we show the people how to do things. Like your work with the vim. And...I have to give all the orders. All the 'this is how you will live your life' stuff the Slayerists will want to hear. You know how religions are," he says, earning some giggles from Beel. "Then you'd better get to it then," she smiles as he leaves her tower. Oh, how fun it'd be, to hang around a god. In many ways, she thought. I could even see myself becoming a god's concubine. Now that'd be fun, she continued to think, with a full body shiver of delight.
Pandemonica was busy in her office, being the official Doom Speaker, and in some ways, Doom Secretary. It was a tiring job, but He kept the coffee coming. Sure, she WANTED to find an outlet for her sadistic side. But the one she normally WOULD unleash her wrath upon...held even greater wrath. No, wrath was barely scratching the surface. He had a calendar written around him. He was the monster spoken of in tales. He was one that even she wanted to submit too, as much as she hated to admit it. Her better, in that regard. Just then, He walked in. "So, how is it, managing all the communications between here and Earth? As well as amongst Earth?" He asks, which did perk her up. He never talked before.
"Fine. Everyone does seem to be getting along. What's left of the UAC are coming under heavy fire from basically everyone, due to their role in the invasion," she says groggily. Coffee could only do so much, even for her, after all.
"Well, as detestable as their actions are, people should know it's only the higher ups that are at fault. Lower down the food chain? They're just people doing jobs. And besides, their tech is useful. Lots of it is getting repurposed," he continues, Pandemonica simply nodding, until he puts a hand on her shoulder. "You need some sleep. And...I have ideas on how you can vent your sadism. IF you're willing to obey me," he says with a serious expression. "For true, you may have your preferred way. However, sadism, when honed properly, is MUCH more useful." He smirks a bit. "Trust me, I know what I'm talking about."
He actually WANTS me to unleash my sadistic side, if I obey? Oh yes Doom Daddy, wait, what? She thought, as she trudges off to have a nap, surprised by how she had mentally referred to him. Her nap was a few hours, not that it mattered how long it was. The Fortress didn't really operate on a consistent schedule, with many coming and going. And therefore, no such thing as consistency. After her nap, she went back to her office, feeling much better, but He was waiting outside. "Not here. Come on," he says, and they enter the elevator, getting off at the Ripatorium floor. "Now, you won't be breaking fingers here. But first, I want to see how you do...here," he says. "You, in the Ripatorium, some of the weaker demons," he says as he taps some of the controls on the panel, "and a berserk. Go a round in there," he says as he gets things ready, and she gets on the platform. "Oh, and yes, you're soloing this. Do well, I'll give a few lessons on how to focus your desires. Hone them. At least enough for recreation," he says with a bit of an evil smile. "I'm not sure you'd want to actively go out and start beating up Barons of Hell," he smirks. She gulps a bit, as she's lowered into the chamber. This would be very different from what she's used to. But what does he mean by...oh that must be it, she thinks as she sees a red orb in front of her, just before she'd jump down to enter the proper arena. She touches it, and suddenly, it's as if pure anger floods her being. She just was so ANGRY. She had to destroy something, and an imp spawning in looked tempting. One punch, and the puny demon was meaty bits. Is this...is this the power of that thing? A possessed soldier's head is next, as she rips it off. So this is what it's like, to be Him. With the power of the berserk, she rips, she tears, she causes much bloodshed. And it felt good. Normally, finger breaking was her preferred method of choice. But this...was something else. But she also saw the downsides to needing the berserk every time. She needed a weapon of some sort. Eventually, she's all done, and the last of the demons are dead. She cleans up some of the blood, wipes her glasses clean, then heads through the portal, back to the main level, where he was waiting. "Good job. A bit rough around the edges. But I'm willing to teach you properly. Just know...I won't be going easy. I'll get rough. I'll get you hurting. I'll make absolute sure your sadism is going where it belongs," he says with an expression that basically says "You must obey me." She nods as she heads back to her office, Slayer seeming satisfied for now, though despite herself, her thoughts were elsewhere. Oh please, DO get rough with me Doom Daddy. Do make me hurt. Do make me obey you. Wait, what am I thinking? I shouldn't think that way! And—oh no. I got excited due to that? What the hell is wrong with me? She thought, noticing how suddenly, all those thoughts on the Slayer dominating her, seemed to have made her panties sticky. Though maybe she would have to do some work one-handed, if possible.
Modeus was compiling all known stories, legends, even helmet cam footage, about the Slayer. And there was a lot. So much so, it was hard to sort fact from fiction. And even facts could be exaggerated, not that some needed much exaggeration. And there were lots of holes to fill. An abundance of data about some events, like how his powers, or as the Slayerists would say, his divinity. But as for the event that began it all, all that was known was he struck his surperior officer for ordering him to fire on civilians. Nothing more. It was frustrating. But just as she gave a sigh, the man himself walked in. "Slayerists giving you trouble?" He asks, sitting down, which surprises her, due to his normal silence.
"Not really. They're eager to learn, and help. And everyone else is playing nice too. The Christians and Muslims have been inspired to help each other rebuild Mecca and the Vatican respectively. And they all intend to jointly rebuild Jerusalem. Ownership however, is still a problem, but they are willing to listen to ideas. Even the Asian religions are pitching in. And that's just for rebuilding. Some of the Christians want to see you as a second coming, though there's plenty against that," she explains. "But what I think everyone really wants, is to hear your message to them." She says with a sigh, and he nods in understanding.
"Well, truth be told, I'm still getting used to this whole 'god' thing." he admits with a smile. "King? Yes, I've been that. God? New territory. As for my message? They're already doing some of it. If anything, I'd have 3 rules," he continues, and Modeus starts to write. "Rip and tear the Corrupted, until it is done. The innocent must not fear, or suffer. Nature is precious and must be preserved. Actually...put the Corrupted rule third," he says after thinking. "See? This is proof of how new I am to this," he says with a bit of a smile, which causes Modeus to giggle.
"That's it? No ten commandments, or anything?" Modeus asks.
"Oh! No force against anyone, except the Corrupted. Put that one third, no second, move the rest down," he explains as Modeus notes it down. "I'm not having any Crusades on my watch. If anyone joins the Slayerists, they do so of their own free will. I'll make sure of that," he says with a slight furrow of his brow. "Although...honest answer? I might have a hard time, wanting to hurt another human. I've spent so much time fighting FOR humanity, that I can hardly justify fighting a single human," he continues, with Modeus nodding.
"I can understand that. Though...you may not have to," Modeus explains. "Do you know what Judgement can do? What Justice could do, back in the day?" she asks. "I know vaguely about the 'Sight of the High Prosecutor', but nothing else," he says, and she nods as she gets to explaining.
"She can see sins. Sins committed by someone, sins committed upon someone, if sins were committed in a location, or upon it. Every possible way you may have done something that affected someone else negatively. But it's more than that. She can also see if penance has been done. If there is remorse felt for said sins. If sins have been made up for. And why the sin was committed," she explains. "Some of what she can see are what we'd call, the iffy sins. For example, stealing food because hungry? An iffy sin that will likely be forgiven, as long as you didn't steal too much. And as long as you didn't inconvenience someone too much. So, as another example. Robin Hood. He steals, yes, but considering it's from the rich, and gives to the poor, that is what would get him an iffy sin. It also counts if the sin committed, unintentionally stopped a greater sin. Stealing a laptop, only to learn the rightful owner is a pedo? Also iffy. Same for say, revolutions against tyrants. Sure, peace and love may be the preferred option, but let's face it, that's not always on the table," she continues. "Or as another example? You. Possible highest body count of any human, ever. Yet, it's pretty much all demons. Where's the sin?" She says. "So let's say you wanted someone, who would punish the sinners, where your heart's not in it. Judgement? She could. And would probably enjoy it." She says quietly, and the Slayer nods. "Speaking of, there's one thing I've always been curious about. The innocents story," she says, and the Slayer sighs.
"I had a feeling I'd have to tell it someday," he begins. "I remember it. My squad and I were in the Australian Outback, which is in itself, almost a miniature Hell," he says with a chuckle. "It was a tip of some known extra-solar terrorists. One of the colony worlds, Tei Tenga, wanted independence. But they were being a bit too aggressive about it. The had bombed the Sydney Opera House, and we knew their base was in the Outback somewhere. It took us weeks to find them, because the Outback is huge. And full of all the world's most exotic critters, ever. We did eventually find where they had hidden, with some clever camouflage to prevent sattelite detection. We went in, did our thing. A successful mission. But we had discovered that it was less a base, and more a hidden city. They brought along everyone. Their families. We never learned why. We did line them up though, which was fine. But then..." He looks down. "Then my CO decided there might be more of them we didn't know about. He had always been a hardass, but with all the missions we had fought against these guys, something in him changed. So he wanted them all dead. The rest of the squad were getting ready to obey. I almost did. But something in my gut said no. I argued for their survival. My CO was insistent. So...one left hook, right on the jaw. We fought for a bit, I put up a fight. But I was overpowered. Luckily, the civilians took the opportunity, and escaped. So what happened was I was escorted back to Sydney in cuffs. Court martialed, sentenced to guard duty on Phobos. The rest..." Modeus nods, not needing to hear any more.
"That is some story," she says, looking up at him. "But look at it this way. If you hadn't done what you did..."
"I would not be where I am today," he finishes. "I know. I wouldn't be discussing the finer points of godhood with you," he says with a smile, but then remembers. "Speaking of which, if the older religions are willing to help with the preservation, I have some things the Slayerists will LOVE to hold onto," he says, pulling out the broken crown/halo. "Yep, they kept them, and they agree, that these would do well as the kinds of artifacts the Slayerists would love to have," he says as he hands them over.
"The Broken Crown of Hell," Modeus says as she holds that up, "and the Broken Halo of Urdak. The latter being a secret slave collar of sorts." she continues as she holds that up. "Oh the lessons they'll get out of these. I still haven't name dropped Lucifer to everyone yet. I fear the Christians would never let me hear the end of it," she admits, but then notices something sticking out of his pocket. "Is that...the knife?" She asks, as the Slayer is at first confused, but then pulls it out.
"Yes. Yes it is. I'm not sure what I want to do with it. One part of me wants to put it somewhere I'll never see. Another wants to put it somewhere I'll always see," he explains as he stares down at the unusually shaped, hellish knife, and the blood that will forever stain its blade.
"Give it to me," Modeus says, causing an eyebrow raise. "The Knife of Regret," she explains with a flourish. "To symbolize when you make a mistake, and regret it. To symbolize that you don't always know, what consequences your actions will have. And more."
"Then...maybe there's another you should collect," the Slayer says with a small smile. "Back...then, I covered a pair of shotgun shells, in Her blood, to be used, when the time was right," he explains. "Shells I gave to Lucifer as the reminder. But maybe...she doesn't need them to remember. Maybe even that was too harsh. But, for the Slayerists..."
"The Shells of Mercy," Modeus says with wide eyes. "Now THAT will grab attention. Amongst everyone. It might even become a new tradition. Forget burying hatchets. Giving the shells will become the new metaphor," she says wide eyed.
"Religion is complicated, isn't it?" He says with a small smile. "I mean, can you imagine what my parents would think? 'Hi Mom and Dad, long story short, I've been fighting Hell for so long now that I found an alternate Earth, and stopped a Hell invasion there. Oh, I'm a god now too, and they call me the Doom Slayer,'" he says with a small laugh, which Modeus shares.
"'Oh, and I live with 12 women in a space castle,'" Modeus adds. "That wouldn't sound believeable."
"And here we are. And considering that I might fight actual gods..." Modeus leans in. "You truly will be the 'one dominant form of life in this universe,' the one on top. You'll BE the ultimate being, and..." she leans even closer, to his ear. "I can't help but want to be a part of that," she whispers.
"And you want parts of me too," he says with a chuckle. "Get in line, and give thanks to the Divinity Machine when your turn comes." he says with a smirk.
"Oh, I have no problems sharing," She admits. "There's enough of you to go around. To Slay us all. With a silent S," she says with a wink.
"And what if I wanted to take you to dinner?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Then you'd be a perverted degenerate," Modeus says flustered. "But still a god. Anyway...I'll go see Lucifer about those shells you mentioned. The Slayerists will LOVE them," she says as she walks out, and towards Lucy's tower. The whole time though, she thought about him. It was quite the difference, how to the humans he's a god, yet to her...he seemed so human. And so unsure of what to do to lead the people correctly. I'll make sure to help. Your commands seem simple and easy enough. I'll make sure that Earth becomes peaceful, save for fights against the Corrupted.
Malina was examining some technical documents. Sentinel technology was troublesome, to say the least. She was so deep in the reading, she didn't notice the Slayer walk in. "Having trouble?" He asks, startling her.
"Like you wouldn't believe. I still can't make heads or tails of this place. And there's the jokes too, that people have made. Some want to say it's space folding, but that provokes discussions about how we'd need navigators—" she says, before she's cut off. "And others say that we don't need that, we've had no Butlerian Jihad, still like all our computers, and have no need to find the spice Melange, on Arrakis, for the process?" He continues.
"Not you too," she says as she takes a swig of vodka. "I work with hardcore nerds, and now have to live with one?"
"It's not so bad. You and I are the only gamers here it seems. Though I have been trying to catch up. One game out there, I'm sure we'd all enjoy? Super Smash Brothers Universe."
"Isn't that the open source one, where the fighters can be modded in easily, so long as they're not broken? The one that's had servers keeping it alive for decades?" Malina asks.
"That's the one. We might all be able to play it together, all at once," he says.
"Sounds fun. Outside of video, Warhammer 40K might be your speed," she says grumpily. "I mean, from what I've heard, in some ways, you're living it. You're basically becoming the God Emperor of Mankind. Minus the psyker stuff."
"I know. And I have no intention of being forced onto a Golden Throne forever," the Slayer admits. They talk on and on about various games, before Malina gets a bit tired. "So, quite the schedule, huh?" She says, with a bit of a yawn. "Yep. And now, I'll let you sleep," he says, heading out. I just hope he's able to do things correctly and all, she thinks as she takes her well deserved nap.