Hell 2.0

As light returned, it was surprising to discover how bright the Devil's stronghold could be. The Doctor found herself in a strange white square of a room. Stainless wasn't the word, dust seemed almost impossible with such a sheen.

Such a curiosity would have been something the Time Lord would have loved to inspect up closely, but movement was… difficult. She was strapped into a sturdy chair, arms, legs, torso, and even a good amount of her head had been pinned in place. A few faces ago, such restraint had been used by the Master, who knew even the slightest bit of freedom in the Doctor's hands could conquer armies. Thankfully, her mouth was still free, which made sense since the only other figure in the space looked like they wanted to chat.

Their attire matched the white space, as did their 'flesh' which looked like armor but the mechanical face and transfixed angelic expression implied this was some type of machine. The Doctor had run into something similar once on a Spaceship named the Titanic which had suffered an equally chaotic voyage. But this was a cross between the angel's face and a uniform that appeared fit for a hotel manager. Pulsing red light ignited in its eyes as the mouth opened to showed jagged that barely hit burning breath. Its aura filled the room like an unseen ocean of agony. All of the Doctor's nerves were screaming while she twitched under the pressure, barely.

Doctor

The voice seemed to come from within her mind as much as from the Angel's 'mouth', drilling through the Time Lord's very being.

You have changed

Hair, clothes, sex

So much change

But the eyes are right

Still full of fear, understanding how much the unknown outmatches you

The Angel was in front her, four of whole feet crossed without moving. She didn't even blink and still couldn't keep up. It slowed down enough to loom over her. Energy pulsated and the metal flesh looked prepared to burst with unholy rage. Images of a great beast with curled horns and eyes found in every nightmare looked down at her tenth self.

AM I STILL ONLY A WOULD-BE-GOD

The tension left as it never existed. No part of the Angel moved, it stood exactly in front of her. She had apparently been permitted to respond., probably beg. The Doctor was happy to disappoint.

"Well," she began while rotating her jaw until it popped from the pressure before. "Honestly, it is nice for us to have a conversation this time around. All that snarling and banging about was so over the top. And your taste in décor is far more niche, but a sofa or two wouldn't hurt."

The entity within made no noise.

It was gone.

Metal hands gripped the chair, digging into her shoulder and on the verge of breaking bone.

Watch closely

I'm going to give you a tour of what will bring about the doom of all

The room had no door. They now simply were somewhere else.

Facing a balcony, the Doctor looked down at a field of ships larger than most major cities on Earth. It was filled with ships from every reality, fallen vessels of cruel entities. Beyond the ones she knew, there were other monstrosities from different dimensions as well. An armada like this could stomp planets like ants, their combined firepower annihilating anything left over from residual heat alone.

The Time Lord expected gloating, but instead she was given a story.

They named me Enemy before the word had any meaning

My purpose, to be a threat when I didn't know the difference between friend or foe

Two were now placed in a new area. A sense of being underground came to the Time Lord's mind. Super-secret underground labs had that kind of need for experimentation. Every few feet, there were horrific chemical poisons, mutants, and combinations of biology fused with machines that made the Doctor start to see what made her Guide's recent design.

I learned my strength when threatened

My arrival anywhere spawned conflict

Since everyone decided to make me an Enemy, I chose to be Strong

When vision returned, the Time Lord was planted center stage of the most terrifying locale in the Dark One's arsenal. It was a chamber of portals. Cables like corrosive veins pumping corruption with every beat of the bleakest heart were tethered to more doors than possibly even the Tardis could imagine. Each realm had its own common theme of a Great Beast, the Doctor studied enough to recognize a backdoor that could be easily exploited so all knew a Devil's wrath.

In the end, all will finished

If the stories are true, the Heavens and Hells will collect what is theirs

And I, I WILL NO BE SLAVE TO THIS CHILDISH ROLE

The mechanical face was featureless despite its burning aura, she could see the unholy contempt for those twisted into being tools in this maniacal maelstrom to come. So many lives wasted away in shadows, it stabbed at both the Doctor's hearts. She needed to make this right.

In almost no time, the end so prophesied, so PROMISED, will finally ari—

"Question."

Even broken members of the coven were shook out of their mindless fatigue by the Timelords' tone. The Dark One trembled with burning confusion. It looked upon the Doctor, right in the eye, and she was bored.

"Exactly what matter of Empire to End All doesn't bother to have sofas. And I also noticed a distinct lack of restrooms. Honestly, this whole operation is a complete disaster just waiting to be unionized for any number of worker complaints. Everybody, raise your hands if you'd be willing to annihilate existence in return for stocked mini fridge, all in favor?" The Time struggled against her straps to raise hers, as if to get everyone invested. Her sheer idiotic indifference soured everything, most quickly scurried after as the Dark One approached the Time Lord slowly, towering over his foe with arms outstretched with pulsating violence promised.

The final teleportation brought them back to the white waiting room that began their journey. Both ancient being's eyes were locked, unwavering. No words of heroism challenged by assumed inevitability of shadow consuming light. Instead, the Doctor answered with a pleasant smile.

"I appreciated the grand tour."

Either madness has taken you or I have been mistaken to see your prowess as anything but the rambling of a buffoon

No matter, the game is done

A metal hand was raised. Several screens popped up, showing the cruel machinations as the violent forces proceeded to be mobilized for the grand rush of doom. The Dark One's hand twitched with growing anger at the Time Lord's indifference.

That was when she snapped her finger.

Suddenly every screen flickered. The Dark One looked about, hearing the confused cries of his demonic forces as they were abruptly cut off.

"Are you a fan of music, Mister Darkness." The Doctor stood, no longer restrained and stood looking up at the embodiment of evil with a casual smirk. "Perhaps something by The Sweets, I know a song that fits the moment."

What….IS… THIISS!?

"The end," the Doctor said. "As for me, I'm the girl in the corner whose come to warn ya it's turned into a Ballroom Blitz!"

And like that, the war for all finally reached its climax.