Hell Taker: Doommates

Chapter 1. The Worst Way to Open a Portal

The Helltaker awoke suddenly draped in nothing but cold sweat and a dream.

Harem Full of Demon Girls

This idea resonated through him as if it were a revelation sent down by God, but he didn't find that likely based on the contents of the dream. The power the dream had over him was immense, it had become his very being and had even caused him to subconsciously begin referring to himself as the 'Helltaker'.

He turned his head to his alarm clock - 3:30 - Far earlier than Helltaker normally woke, but that was fine, because after all, had work to do.

He threw his sheets off and immediately started getting dressed. He briefly began rifling through his dresser for his normal outfit consisting of gym attire, befitting his job as a personal trainer at the local gym. He turned instead to the closet where he found his more formal clothes. Among them was a red button up shirt, white slacks, and a white suit jacket. Add a black belt and black dress shoes and his old outfit would be complete. It had been years since he'd worn it last. His dream of a harem from Hell was briefly replaced by memories of his past in the mafia, but he shook them out of his head. He would come to terms with his past later, right now he needed to focus.

He put on his outfit, and felt strange. The last time he had worn it, the white jacket and pants had been stained red with both his blood and those who had come after him. He wasn't currently wearing that same outfit of course, the old one had been ruined, but he had always owned a few copies of the same suit due to his "messy" line of business. The helltaker took a look in the mirror and appreciated the effect the suit had on his visage. He looks menacing, powerful even. Before he turned away, he remembered one last missing detail. In the pocket of the suit jacket was his old pair of sunglasses. They were black, with round lenses and missing the hinges and temples, balancing on his nose almost by magic.

The Helltaker considered going into the garden out front to find a red flower for his lapel, a style he had only ever used when in the presence of the Boss. He decided against wearing it now, he would save it for the special occasion, when he would find the demon girls for his harem. Until then, his flower garden would remain safe, for now.

Helltaker's next course of action would be the most important aspect of his day:

Breakfast.

There was only one thing he would make, the one food he had mastered:

Chocolate Pancakes.

Admittedly, they were technically crepes, but he picked up the habit of calling them pancakes from his mother back when he was but a boy. He didn't know why she called them pancakes other than perhaps a lack of quality education, but the Helltaker only learned his 'pancakes' were actually crepes in highschool, but by then it was much too late.

By now, making pancakes required no mental effort from the Helltaker, by now, he could probably make a batch in his sleep. He instead chose to devote his thoughts to how one such as him would acquire a hell harem. As he stirred the eggs in with the flour, he decided sifting through the internet for information might be pertinent. While he wasn't much of a religious person beforehand even though his parents were Catholic, he certainly wasn't a satanist. As he thought of it, he wondered why someone like him who didn't particularly believe in religion suddenly decided to pursue girls from hell, a particularly religious establishment.

As he sat down with a plate of perfectly cooked chocolate pancakes, he opened up his laptop and started searching for information that would benefit his unholy quest. Local cults, biblical literature on hell, and what demon girls actually were. He only had a loose idea of what a demon girl was from various turn-based strategy games he played in his free time. By the time he found some satanic forums, his breakfast was long since eaten, the plate discarded to the side.

As he was browsing a forum on a rather shady site made by a group calling themselves the "Iconists of Sin". From what he found, they were run of the mill satanists. Further research revealed they would be hosting a worship session in the basement of the local library. Apparently the law and the library didn't see anything wrong with this as long as they didn't harm anyone and the religious freedoms America was built on. The Helltaker decided to show up at the worship session, maybe to make contacts or ask the members questions about how one would get to Hell alive.

Meanwhile, in an Alternate Earth...

It was done. The Icon of Sin and the Kahn Makyr had been slain. The invasion was stopped and Earth was saved, even though it wasn't his own Earth. His battle against Hell that had lasted eons had ended, although probably only temporarily.

What was he supposed to do now?

He tried to remember a time before the demons and the bloodshed. There were the pits of Argent D'Nur, but those times were merely a small break between demonic invasions and besides, the gladiatorial pits and his time in the Sentinals hadn't exactly been peaceful. Further back, before he had ever even encountered an imp, if he remembered correctly, he had been a Space Marine. Was there ever a time he was not a total badass?

But before his time on the UAC Mars Base, he had been a common soldier until he assaulted his officer. He supposed that was the first domino in this massive chain of events that ended here, before the corpse of the Icon of Sin. What had he been like back then, before everything? He briefly remembered some minor aspects. He had played First Person Shooter games in his freetime, right? And... and he cooked a mean burger! Oh, and Daisy! His pet Rabbit, his most trusted companion, he could never forget her. He supposed her death was yet another domino, perhaps the second or third in line, that made him into what he was today: An Unchained predator, the Doom Slayer.

Back then he was just a man, unchanged by the gifts of the Seraphim and the Divinity Machine. By all means, he should have died. All he had was standard issue armor, admittedly some kickass guns, and his rage. He wasn't special, what had made him special was that he alone survived and fought on until he stumbled through that portal into Argent D'Nur, met by humans who were simultaneously so alien. They saw his rage and his prowess instilled through years of combat against the unholy hordes of Hell. What was it that allowed a normal, mortal human such as himself to survive such levels of violence, from the facility on Mars, to the demon-infested ruins of Earth, even the depths of Hell, and finally the gladiatorial pits of D'Nur.

Was it his rage? His skill? Or perhaps, was it just dumb Luck? Maybe even fate itself? The Doomslayer decided it was probably a combination of the first three, he didn't really believe in fate. He carved his own path through destiny. Whatever the case, he survived years of lethal combat against an infinite enemy and lasted long enough for his path to meet Seraphim who led him to the Divinity Machine. The machine that was designed by the Makyr to test Argenta warriors for impurities that might reveal them to be the prophesied Unholy One who would be the end of the Makyrs. Instead of testing his soul, the machine had made him something more. His strength, his speed, his endurance were all enhanced greatly and so too was his soul. He no longer aged and argent energy, the demonic energy that fuels their campaigns and went on to power Argent D'Nur and the Makyr's very lifeforce, could flow through his veins in doses that far surpassed what should be lethal. The same energy that was formed from the suffering of the souls of all dead humans and argenta. So in conclusion, the Divinity Machine made him far more powerful, immortal in the fact that he didn't age (although he believed entirely that he could be killed, Doomslayer hadn't felt the need to test that), and he could absorb energy from dead demons to heal himself.

This transcendence marked his change from the Doom Marine to Doomslayer. Now it wasn't just skill, rage, or luck that decided his survival and his victories, but now it was all those things coupled with truly divine power. He tried not to let it get to his head.

But that was the past. Now he stands knee deep in the blood of the Icon of Sin, a being so large that the blood would probably form a crimson lake in the next few minutes. And as he stood there, he realised he was truly alone. His Night Sentinels were gone except for the Betrayer himself who resided eternally in Hell. Vega, the closest thing he had to an trusted ally in eons was dead, for real this time. All that was left was that rat bastard, Dr. Hayden. Fuck that guy in particular. He currently had him muted. These people he had saved, however few there were, weren't even his, they were an alternate humanity. There was nothing here for him anymore. Maybe he could go back to Hell, surely the demons, if left unchecked, would return. Instead of repelling yet another invasion, he could for once stop one before it began, before needless human life was lost.

It was then that directly in front of the Icon of Sin's head, laying a few dozen yards from where the Slayer was currently standing, a tear in space appeared, before it enlarged into an orange portal. The Slayers mind started going into overdrive as he fabricated his super shotgun. 'It should be over', He thought, 'Are they here for him, or perhaps the demons are trying to resurrect the Icon of Sin?' The slayer decided ultimately that it didn't matter why the portal was here, but that whoever made it had to be stopped.

'At least it's something to do.' were the Slayers last thoughts as he jumped through the portal, shotgun at the ready and primed for violence.

Back to the Helltaker

Red robes adorned, as befitting the Iconists of Sin's standard uniform, the Helltaker stepped out of his black 1968 Shelby GT500kr. It was his pride and joy, one of his few remaining momentos from his previous life in the mob. He had parked it behind the library, hopefully away from prying eyes. He felt awkward walking towards the local library dressed in satanic garb. 'What are people going to think of me?' he thought as he feared being recognized. He pulled the hood further down over his eyes. Under the robes he wore his standard Helltaker outfit, minus the white jacket. As he stepped into the library he failed to find any stairs leading to a basement.

He approached a librarian, "uhm… excuse me ma'am, where would the basement be? For the uh, worship session?"

The Helltaker cringed at her completely disgusted expression, "The Satanic Cult is meeting through the door marked 'employees only' behind the silent reading area" She pointed to an area in the back of the library. As the Helltaker nervously walked away, he heard her murmuring something about the audacity of her manager allowing satanists of all things into such an institution of learning.

Helltaker found the mentioned door and took a deep breath before opening it and heading down the steps. The basement was a stark contrast from the main floor with its colorfully painted walls and bright atmosphere. Down here it was dark and dingy with brick walls and the lights were turned off in favor of candles. The Helltaker was surprised to find more than a few satanists down here, if he had to guess he would say there were around fifty. 'Christ, this is more people than my local church gets on Sundays, where the hell do all these satanists come from?'

"AH, a newcomer! How delightful!" The surprisingly cheery voice came from what appeared to be a stereotypical grandmother at the end of the room, behind a red podium. "And what is your name, young man?"

The Helltaker briefly panicked. What exactly was his name again? "Er, Hell-Helltaker, ma'am." What the hell, he was stuttering like a school boy. He was out of his element, surrounded by people he considered freaks, even though he was sort of one of them at this point, and he blurted out the title he made up for himself instead of his name, which he had worryingly forgotten somehow. 'What the fuck is happening to me. I'm a personal trainer at the gym, not a satanist, and seriously, how the hell did I forget my name!?' He was still devoted to his dream, but still, it seemed surreal that all of this could happen because of that one simple dream. His internal crisis was interrupted when cheering and clapping reached his ears instead of ridicule.

"That's totally badass. Rock on dude!" The old lady yelled as she threw up the devil horns hand symbol.

A bead of sweat rolled down the Helltakers face. 'Are these just heavy metal enthusiasts?'

Old Lady Satanist continued, "Welcome to the spiritual worship session of the Iconists of Sin. You can call me Granny Baron and this is Gutzey." The old lady 'Granny Baron' pointed to a young woman dressed in form fitting robes with large leather belts holding her clothes tight to her body. 'Is this a BDSM thing? And those nicknames… weren't those the usernames of the admins on the forum? Did they think Helltaker was just his username?' "You're just in time for our unholy sermon! Just have a seat in one of the open chairs and enjoy"

The Helltaker sat in an open folding chair near the back of the room as the session began. An hour went by as 'Granny Baron' discussed the Icon of Sin, the main figure in the Iconists worship. She described how he was a hero who died in battle before the powers of hell resurrected into an unholy warrior who would go on to end the world in the very near future. The Helltaker really didn't care about any of this. This "Icon of Sin" didn't really sound like a hot demon girl, but he waited patiently until the end of the sermon so he could ask questions about how someone might open a portal to Hell.

The sermon eventually came to an end, but not without one last announcement from Granny Baron, "The sermon is over, my fellow degenerates, but today we have a special event before you all leave. We're going to open a portal to the Icon of Sin himself! Now, before you get too excited, it won't allow us to summon his unholy being into our plane of reality, but we should at least be able to communicate with him and see his form." This intrigued the Helltaker finally, something like creating a portal was just what he came here to learn. "To bring forth the portal to our dark lord, we first need a sacrifice! And wouldn't you know it, the chosen one himself has shown up to this meeting! The Holy Books…" Gutzey pulled out a standard school notebook and fanned the pages, revealing it to be full of scribbles in red pen "...prophesied that a disciple with the body of a warrior would join us on this day and introduce himself as he who would 'Take' the Icon of Sin from 'Hell'!"

The Helltaker did not take this information well. 'OK, I suspected it, but these people are actually bat-shit crazy… Wait a minute… body of a warrior… take from hell… OH FUCK THEY MEAN ME!' This theory was proven as Gutzy walked down the aisle and grabbed him by the hand, pulling him from the seat with a smile. "It is an honor to meet the Chosen One, Mr. Helltaker, sir." The Helltaker noticed she was blushing and breathing rather hard.

Helltaker's eyes were wide behind his glasses and he was starting to sweat profusely. "You uh… I think you've got the wrong guy. I don't know what you're talking about, I just made up the name Helltaker in a dream I had yesterday, I swear!"

This did not have the effect Helltaker was looking for. "Did you hear that everyone? It came to him in a dream from our glorious Icon! He was chosen through unholy visions!" Granny Baron started chanting and the congregation began to join in. As the Helltaker was dragged towards the podium by Gutzey and several practitioners, he noticed a pentagram surrounded by candles that had until now been hidden by the sea of bodies in front of him.

"I really do think this is just a big misunderstanding! I didn't sign up for this!" Helltakers cries went ignored as they ripped off his red robes and threw him onto his back in the middle of the pentagram. He was surrounded by a moshpit of cheering cultists and above their yelling, he could hear Granny Baron's voice clearly with a faint distortion to it. The Helltaker was struggling as they tied down his arms and legs with rope. It was futile as he only managed to knock down a few candles before his final arm was tied down.

Granny Baron began talking, but now she was talking normally, her voice still distorted, but now it seemed as if the crown had been unnaturally muted, "The Holy Books say that before sacrificing the Helltaker, he must first be defiled by a virgin! Gutzey, if you would be so kind as to prepare him?"

Gutzey nodded with a hungry look in her eyes. "Oh, I just can't wait!" She started unbuttoning his red shirt and leaned in for a kiss that the Helltaker didn't reciprocate. 'Am I being raped?!' he screamed internally as Gutzey forced her tongue past his lips and ran her hands over his uncovered chest muscles.

Gutzey broke off from the kiss and started unbuckling his belt as Granny Baron spoke up again, voice once more distorted, "Now sister Gutzey, don't get too ahead of yourself. I will be the one performing the ritual." The old lady cultists licked her lips, her eyes glowing a faint purple.

This caused the Helltaker to once more thrash about, this time far more violently and look around for any way to break free. In that moment, he noticed that one of the candles he had previously knocked over was still lit and lying under one of the ropes. The segment of rope above the candle was becoming charred and weakened, and the Helltaker decided he only had to wait a little longer before he could break it.

His planning was interrupted by Gutzey yelling at Granny Baron, "No, I get him first!, I had to tie him down and everything!"

"No, I planned this whole gathering you impudent brat!" the old lady yelled, with some spittle escaping her wrinkly lips.

"YOU BITCH!" Gutzey jumped off Helltaker's chest and started taking swings at Granny who responded by grabbing Gutzey's hair and kicking at her shins.

'Did they… is this… was this cult just two thirsty bitches trying to get some dick all along?' They were still going at it as the Helltaker checked to see how the rope was doing. It was mostly burnt through, he could probably rip his arm free at any moment, but he decided to wait for the perfect moment. He turned his head just in time to see Gutzey rip out Granny's hair, which turned out to be a wig, before using it to choke her out from the front by wrapping it around her neck. As Granny Baron bit Gutzey on the shoulder for exposing her baldness, the Helltaker realized just how ugly this bald, wrinkly, and crazy old lady was. To be honest, he was rooting for Gutzey. If anyone was going to defile/sacrifice hime, he hoped they would at least be hot.

As it turned out, Helltaker would get his wish as Gutzey, who was missing one shoe with half her clothes torn off from the cat fight, gave a surprisingly athletic kick to Granny's old, lady knee's which were too brittle to resist and she toppled over like a sack of potatoes. As it happened, in the path of Granny's fall was an upright candle stick with the wax candle knocked off in their fight. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately from Gutzey's perspective, Granny was impaled rather gruesomely on the candlestick.

"Holy Shit…" Both Helltaker and Gutzey said simultaneously. Granny's blood started to seep onto the pentagram.

"Huff… well, I guess you're all mine." Gutzey turned towards the Helltaker. Gutzey went back to straddling Helltaker, choosing to ignore the still bleeding corpse of her partner in crime and the shocked and confused faces of the congregation who had stopped their cheering long ago and now looked on in silent befuddlement.

"Yea, baby, just a little bit closer." The Helltaker attempted to put on a fake, husky voice despite his disgust over the fact that there was a dead old lady laying only a few feet from where he himself laid.

"Glad to see you've learned your lesson Mr. Taker. Let us begin the ritual." Gutzey smirked as she grabbed Helltaker by the collar of his open shirt. As she leaned down to continue the earlier tongue action, the helltaker flexed his right arm and snapped the rope. Seeing this, Gutzey briefly hesitated before once more giving a devilish smirk. Helltaker could swear her pupils looked like hearts, "My oh my, you're a strong one aren't you? I'm sure this is going to feel real go-ACK" The Helltaker had decided to stop her there, gripping his hand tightly around her neck and yanking her off him. He quickly untied his left arm as Gutzey scampered behind the podium.

"Can't a girl catch a fucking break?" Gutzey huffed, reaching into the podium and pulling out a pitch gnarly dagger. The chipped blade was red with rusted blood, and the handle appeared to be hewn of some sort of black stone. The most striking aspect however was that the pommel appeared to resemble a crystalized eyeball, with a rectangular pupil, similar to that of a goat. "Just so you know, I'm not above banging a corpse at this point."

To that, the Helltaker had nothing to say except, "I honestly wish I was more surprised at this point, but now I understand why my old capo told me to never stick my dick in crazy". Unamused, Gutzey reared her hand back to throw the dagger and Helltaker, unable to dodge as his legs were tied and he was still stuck on his ass, instinctively grabbed the body of Granny Baron, blood-soaked candlestick and all, and held her out as a shield. The dagger went straight into her heart which was positioned somewhere in front of Helltaker's face. He felt a little bad about it, but Granny was an attempted rapist satanist. Besides, she was already dead and he wasn't; he had more to lose.

Already covered in her blood, Helltaker quickly shoved her body off of himself. Something surprising started to happen when she fell onto the Pentagram, now slick with her blood. It began to glow red. "Now what… wait a minute… OH, OH YES, HAHA!" Gutzey forgot about helltaker as she gushed, jumping from side to side, "We completed the ritual!"

"Wait, what the hell is going on?" The Helltaker began furiously untying his legs in fear as the glowing pentagram he was sitting on started getting hotter and hotter by the second.

Gutzy started flipping through the long since discarded notebook/unholy texts. "The ritual called for the sacrifice of a virgin with the sacrificial dagger on the pentagram! Sure, a few things were out of order, but it still worked! We can meet the Icon of Sin!

"But you said the things about a body of a warrior and how it needed someone who would 'take' the Icon of Sin from 'Hell'. You were clearly talking about me, not her!" The Helltaker accusingly pointed his finger at her after managing to untie his left foot.

"Oh, that… Yea, we were just looking to snag a hot hunk of beef like you when you walked in." Gutzey at least tried to look someone ashamed. "But what are you complaining about, would you rather have been the one sacrificed instead?"

The Helltaker wasn't able to counter that when the Pentagram lit up in flames, immediately burned through the remaining rope as the Helltaker jumped to the side with only minor burns. As the flames died down, a portal opened up from the fresh ashes that were once Granny Baron.

"YES, it's finally happened, it's the Icon of Sin at last! Praise be, almighty lord of hell, your glorious strength shall… umm, my Lord, are you ok?" The Helltaker shuffled over beside her to get a better look into the portal. The giant Goat skull he assumed to be the Icon of Sin did not by any means look A-ok. It looked dead. Very incredibly dead. Beyond dead in all honesty. Skin and muscle on its head and shoulders was ripped away to reveal shattered bone. Blue light seemed to spread across it's corpse, almost like veins filled with poison. But if all that wasn't enough to signify post-mortem, then the red energy blade stabbed into it's exposed brain surely finished the job.

That wasn't all the portal revealed however. The body appeared to lay on the ruins of what appeared to be a skyscraper. In the background, the ruins of a modern city were present, clouded over by a menacing fog. The one recurring theme amongst it all was fire, both on the building and streaking through the sky. "God Damn." The Helltaker murmured, "It looks like Hell on earth over there."

Gutzey meanwhile, had her hands on her face as tears poured over them. "It-it can't be. What matter of being could have slain our powerful lord?! One of God's blasted servants? An archangel perhaps?" She fell to her knees as she wept

Her shuddering suddenly stopped. "Surely not… him." She removed her hands from her face, revealing wide, bloodshot eyes. The rest of the satanists, minus the few who had fainted at the sight of their lord's brutalized corpse, began murmuring amongst themselves fearfully in response to this "him" she mentioned.

The Helltaker struggled to tear his eyes from the titan's remains to question Gutzey directly. "Him? You mean like… Jesus Christ or something? Buddha?" The Helltaker was truly clueless to who she might be talking about.

Gutzey turned to him, eyes now filled with dread. "The texts… they spoke of one who opposed the Icon of Sin and the hordes of Hell. The Great Enemy." Her voice raised somewhat, "The Unchained Predator! The Hell Walker!" She rose from his knees and started walking towards the Helltaker, arms hanging limp at her sides. She was yelling now, "Yes, yes! Only He could do this! The Slayer!" She clasped the Helltaker's shoulders and started shaking them, but he was too stunned by her behavior to stop her from screaming with all her might right into his face, "THE DOOM SLAYER"

Just as her scream ended, something burst through the portal.

Speak of the Devil and he Shall Arrive

Hello there.

Savageidiotanimal here, or Sav for short. So, funny enough, I'm a senior at a Catholic School and here I am writing fanfiction about a demon-girl harem. That's just how it goes though, so whatever. By the way, this is my first story, so it might be shaky. If you have any comments on how I can improve, or just want to ask questions about the story, I'd be pleased if you'd DM me. Otherwise, I'd be glad to hear what you think of the story so far in the reviews.

So, the premise of this story is through a series of events, the Doomslayer becomes Helltaker's roommate. I thought it was funny how they both have titles instead of real names, how they are both two badass beefcakes of men who deal with demons on the reg, and how the Doomslayer would interact with the premise of the Helltaker game, which is about as anti-Doom Slayer as you can get.

It shouldn't be long before the Helltaker's harem is introduced into the story, but I have to get the Slayer grounded first. Don't worry about Gutzey though, she's just a side character who will rarely be involved in the story after this.

This story might take some time to really get into it's groove, both as the plot moves forward and as I learn how to properly write fanfiction. I'm going to be real with you, the scenes with Gutzy getting hot and bothered was awkward as hell to write. I have no clue how some people just write smut all the time. But don't worry, I'm having fun and I feel like I'm pacing myself ok as to not get burnt out, so maybe expect a chapter everyone one-three weeks. Maybe sooner, maybe later. You know how it is on this site by now. Some other things to know is that this story will likely not have any explicit sex scenes or anything, it will certainly happen, but it won't be very descriptive likely.

You can instead expect a semi-serious, semi-comedic, semi-fluff story about the interactions between a man whose only goal is to kill demons, a dude who just wants a bunch of demon girls, and a bunch of demons, alongside examining the character of the Doomslayer when he's not in endless combat and instead coming to terms with having to actually live with the beings he hates.

Chapter two will be out shortly however, it is already halfway written. By the end of it, Helltaker should be ready for his 'conquest' in Hell.