A/N: G

To that one guy who wants to see this reach the top of the DxD x Doom Crossovers, thanks, but that is unlikely. Y'know why? Because, like an idiot, I revamped chapter one in such a way that it is so long and convoluted, it probably pushes new viewers away. Oh well. That whole Maligog fight does serve a MASSIVE purpose to the future plot though.

Also, the other dude who called out the Succubus part saying that it was unnecessary... Perhaps, but that also serves a MASSIVE future plot point, so ignore it. You'll see in the next few chapters... Anyway, here.

As The Doom Hunter blared in the Slayer's ears and he glared at his enemy, the real Doom Hunter roared with seething hatred, and it did what it was designed to do, its sled churning with energy and power as it faced its adversary. Thousands of bullets the size of baseballs bared sharp fangs, missiles locked-on to their target like vicious hunters, and rockets spun, burning so bright that they appeared to be miniature stars. The munitions of Hell had such volume that, had their bodies not been shining with Argent brilliance, their shadows would have blotted out the sky. But even as they soared towards their target, chasing him without mercy, he was far more swift and brutal.

In a burst of speed, the Doom Slayer moved—so quick was he that the hundreds of missiles that sought him had their tracking systems thrown into disarray, the waves and waves of bullets and rockets barreling past him, and suddenly, the lake islands which had thus far been mostly untouched by the Rating Game became a burning wasteland of Argent Doom. Missiles blazed in random directions, blowing large craters everywhere, and, with the assistance of the bullets and rockets, almost completely shaved away all evidence of the previous landscape, leaving nothing left but the now boiling waters of the lake. But unlike the missiles that took arbitrary flight paths, the bullets and rockets also careened towards the spectator stands and the VIP room in straight, precise lines, cutting through the air at incomprehensible speeds, crossing kilometers in an instant, forcing devils to scream and shout as they vacated the area, jumping out of Lilith's Grand Arena and into the skies, just barely avoiding certain obliteration.

The Hellwalker paid nothing but his enemy any mind, and with boiling blood that surrounded his frozen heart, he fired the Ballista and the Rocket Launcher, switching between them in the blink of an eye. The Doom Hunter faltered as the twin beams of Argent Energy struck its sled, bits of metal melting into slag, electrical components rupturing. It hadn't the stability to dodge the incoming rocket that collided with its side, blowing chunks of Blacksteel to smithereens. Without rest, the Slayer lunged, and with fury in his eyes, the Super Shotgun appeared in his fingers as the Doom Hunter took evasive maneuvers, its thrusters accelerating it backwards at high speed, moving hundreds of meters per second. The Slayer didn't give it a moment to breathe—the Meathook shot forth, spearing one of the Doom Hunter's guns before it could get out of range, setting the whole demon aflame, and the Slayer pulled himself towards it, dodging missiles, rockets, and bullets. As the Slayer neared the demon, the Equipment Launcher thumped, sending a Frag Grenade into a crevice of the Doom Hunter's sled's rear, and the Super Shotgun boomed, spitting Argent and shredding through Blacksteel. The Doom Hunter growled hatefully, disengaging its thrusters just as they approached the edge of an untouched forest, and it's double-chainsaw shot at the Slayer, but before it could make contact, the grenade from before exploded, the force jostling its limbs and propelling it forward, right into the Slayer's flaming fist of Primeval rage.

Blacksteel folded like paper under the Slayer's deadly blow, and an explosion of Argent erupted from the point of contact, obliterating vital components of the Doom Hunter's sled and cratering the ground beneath the Hellwalker's feet, the shockwave flattening the adjacent forest, splintering wood in a whirlwind of destruction that covered the area in dust and debris. The Slayer retracted his fist, then stepped back as the sled's electronics failed and it dropped like a rock, embedding itself in the ground with its weight.

"CRITICAL DAMAGE."

The Doom Hunter pulled itself from the ruined sled, it's Argent shield dropping as it's backup thrusters engaged. It hovered backwards, then the sled erupted in a spectacular explosion of smoke and fire. The Doom Hunter stared, leveling its rocket cannon on a figure within the smoke, firing rocket after rocket as the Slayer burst through the dark cloud of ash. The Hellwalker dodged around each projectile, pulling his fist back for a mighty blow.

A meter before he collided with the demon, he sent his gauntlet rocketing forward, and the Doom Hunter gave him a look of undoubtable fear. The Slayer relished its terror, then his fist crashed against the side of its face, ripping its lower jaw clean off. In a last ditch attempt to escape, the Doom Hunter swung its chainsaw at him, but the Slayer caught the blow, then planted his boot against its chest, and pulled. The appendage was ripped off with ease, the chainsaw buzzing relentlessly, and the Slayer twirled it around and slammed it on the Doom Hunter's head, cleaving and sawing through the entirety of its body as it roared in anger and fear, blood spraying everywhere.

After a moment, its desecrated remains burned away. The Slayer stared for a second, then, with a glare that could kill the gods, his gaze flitted back in the direction from whence he came. Bedeze was going to die today.

It was then that the Slayer realized: The Doom Hunter had not yet stopped playing. Fists clenching, he sprinted, the sheer speed of his movements and the weight of his form making cracks with each step. Even from far away, he could hear the fucker yelling.

"No… NO! I've worked for years to get this! We are not done yet!"

The Doom Slayer arrived, intent on turning Bedeze into an amputee, but only milliseconds too late; as he screeched to a stop, glaring with hatred, two masses of Argent Energy spun side by side, coalescing into solid forms. Two more Doom Hunters revealed themselves, only a dozen meters in front of Bedeze's downed form. Briefly, the Slayer's gaze fell on the devil, and he noticed that the man's condition worsened at the use of the Relic, but he didn't question it, only looking back to his new adversaries.

The Doom Hunters roared at him, and the battle began anew. Before either of them could so much as move, the Ice Bomb thumped from the Equipment Launcher, the ensuing explosion dousing both demons in freezing gases so cold that not even the raging fires of Hell could stop them. The demons froze solid, and the Ballista appeared in the Slayer's clenched fingers, the Destroyer Blade charging. Moments before the ice melted, he unleashed it, and it sliced into the sleds of the demons. A rocket followed, detonating between the Doom Hunters, pushing them away from one another whilst ripping into the Blacksteel of their sleds.

They roared at him, then unleashed Argent death upon him, a hail of projectiles so dense flying at him it was as if a solid wall of steel was chasing him. The Praetor Suit whirred, warning the Slayer once more, the words, "LOCK-ON: MISSILES INCOMING," flashing on his HUD.

Again, his speed was superior, and the munitions of Hell were thrown into disarray, bullets and rockets passing him harmlessly as missiles were sent in random directions. The Equipment Launcher thumped once more, sending a Frag Grenade to the nearest Doom Hunter. As the grenade erupted in a concussive blast that discombobulated the demon, the Slayer completed a full cycle between many of his weapons, smashing the Doom Hunter with a Sticky Bomb, a Precision Bolt, a Golgothian Rocket, a blast from the Super Shotgun, and the Ballista's Arbalest.

"CRITICAL DAMAGE."

Before the Doom Hunter could pull itself from the remains of its sled, the Slayer leapt at it, and the Doomblade speared through its head. Brutally, the Slayer ripped upwards, then grabbed either one of its horns before tearing the beast in half. He jumped away just as the sled detonated in an ocean of fire that obliterated all that remained.

The Slayer focused on the next Doom Hunter, which had yet to cease its volleys and volleys of fire. Untouchable, he weaved between the projectiles before the Chaingun appeared in his fingers. The Energy Shield blinked into existence, and the Slayer let loose upon the demon, tearing into its sled. In moments, the Energy Shield was released, and it shot forth, slamming into and through the demon, the energy phasing past the individual molecules within it, destroying many. Disoriented, the Doom Hunter faltered, making its biggest mistake thus far. Before it could recover, the Slayer swapped mods. Although the sound of the Doom Hunter's weapons were already deafening to those nearby, when the Mobile Turret expanded into four separate rotary cannons, the Doom Hunter's howl of danger was pathetic compared to the roar of the Chaingun. Argent Energy bullets lasered forth, each one spearing through the Doom Hunter's sled, exiting out the other side with almost no damage done to each bullet.

In mere moments, the sled failed, and it dropped.

"CRITICAL DAMAGE."

The Slayer was already upon it. The demon didn't bother detaching itself from the sled, instead swinging its double-chainsaw at the Slayer. It didn't even get to finish the blow—it's mechanical arm was easily severed by the Doomblade. In its final moments, the Doom Hunter stared up at the Doomblade as it descended, and in the next instant, its head was bisected. The Slayer leapt away, and the sled exploded in a violent burst of fire and metal.

In total, the fight between all three Doom Hunters had lasted only a few seconds.

As the remains of the demons dissipated, the Slayer's gaze found Bedeze, a sharp look in his eye, his cold visor threatening Doom. The devil had gotten to his feet, and as The Doom Hunter continued to thunder in the Slayer's ears, the Hellwalker realized that things were not yet over.

Bloodied and broken, but not beaten, Bedeze glared at the Slayer. His fists shook in anger, and his muscles expanded and contracted as he breathed heavily, clenching his teeth. That the Slayer's aura was not bringing him down at the moment was a testament to his emotions… or the power of the Relic.

"Impossible… IMPOSSIBLE! Not even gods can contest with the power of a Relic! I… You... I know not where you hail from, Great Slayer," he growled through clenched teeth, "but I will make you pay for taking my revenge. From. ME!"

With those words, Bedeze raised the Doom Hunter Collectible and held it high above his head, and it crackled with Argent Energy as he activated it. Arcs of Argent lightning shot from the collectible, dancing along his arms and his torso, then his legs and beyond, connecting with him. He yelled, filled with agony but also power, and his eyes glowed red as Hellfire burned from them. A bolt of energy struck him, and an explosion ensued, destroying everything nearby, sending dust billowing outwards in a shockwave that travelled all the way to spectator stands, creating massive fissures on every surface it touched. When the dust cleared, Bedeze stood, a shining sapphire shield of Argent surrounding him. He coughed up blood, yet at the same time, his wounds healed. Argent was healing his injuries, but his body was unable to handle the stress of a Super-Heavy Relic after he had been beaten within an inch of death by Diehauser's hands.

Still, he grinned, laughing, insane.. "Yes. YES! Witness the power of a Relic!" he said, his voice reverberating. Without moving an inch, thousands of Argent red magic circles and Holes in space emerged from seemingly nothing.

The Slayer glowered coldly at Bedeze, fists clenched as he stared, unmoving. Bedeze misinterpreted this.

"Frozen in fear?" he growled. "Pathetic. Not days earlier, you had announced yourself to the world as the Great Slayer, and now you stand before me, cowed by my power. How dare you walk within Lilith's great walls. After I destroy you, I will kill Diehauser, and I will be the number one Rating Game Champion. None shall contest with my strength! Now..."

Suddenly, Bedeze disappeared into one of the Holes, and the Slayer felt a shift in the air. A presence was behind him.

"Die—"

Bedeze was cut off when the Slayer's metal gauntlet cracked against his jaw, the cone-shaped shockwave of the blow digging into the ground, sending Bedeze off of the lake islands and into the surrounding waters at supersonic speed. His body skipped against the water like a flat stone, tumbling with each impact until Bedeze finally righted himself, spreading his wings and riding the wind until he stopped and hovered over the water. The Argent shield had protected him, though not much. What would have been a killing blow merely ripped the flesh from his face, causing his eyeballs to explode from the pressure and exposing his jawbones, crumpled teeth, and the ravaged insides of his mouth. After a moment, the devastating injury began to rapidly heal, though, Bedeze faltered slightly, the Relic inducing further stress upon him.

"Augh…" he groaned as his eyes reformed. His visage twisted into a snarl. Despite being more than two-hundred meters from the Slayer, his voice came out as a low murmur. "... I'm going to obliterate you."

With those words, Bedeze waved a hand, and the air shifted once more. The Slayer turned around, eyeing the circles and Holes that had yet to disperse. They swirled and glowed with power. Then they attacked. To the Slayer's minute surprise, magic didn't spew from the circles—bolts of Argent Energy did, and from the Holes soared the bullets, rockets, and missiles innate to a Doom Hunter, as well as elliptical chainsaw disks. The Slayer looked back at Bedeze, who was soaring towards him now.

With a huff of ire, the Hellwalker moved. In a fraction of a second, he leapt forward, facing Bedeze head on. The violent stream of projectiles met the arena floor in a massive carpet bomb that followed him, obliterating everything, cutting deep into the arena and digging massive trenches, cutting through the water of the lake. As the Slayer soared, skimming just above the water, Bedeze yelled as he prepared to engage the Hellwalker in hand-to-hand. The devil pulled his arm back, a ball of Argent coalescing in his hand, prepared to strike, and the Slayer seemed to mirror him, but at the last moment, right before the two collided, the Slayer double-jumped.

Bedeze's eyes widened as the Hellwalker went right over him, and he tilted his head up to see the Plasma Rifle's Microwave Beam charging up. A beam of superheated Argent collided with his shield, then Bedeze let out an agonized scream as the shield burst, uninhibited Argent locking his muscles. He was in such pain that he lost control of his own magic, and the carpet bomb of Argent swept over him. The Devil's flesh was torn apart tortuously, then rebuilt with the power of Argent, only for his insides to fail again, unable to keep up with the gigantic power of a Relic.

Before he could even think about recovering, the Meathook speared through his back, coming out through his chest, smashing through bone. He curled his fingers at the pain, but was unable to retaliate when the Super Shotgun boomed, annihilating his lower body. He watched through squinted eyes as the chunks of flesh that were the remains of his legs flew off into the distance, then he felt his body grow lighter once more as a lightning bolt of pain struck him, the Slayer's gauntlets grasping onto his wings and tearing them off, bloody veins ripping out with them. Bedeze roared, screaming his throat raw as the agony became too much to bear, the continual ripping, tearing, and rebuilding of his body taking a toll on his psyche.

The Hellwalker felt no pity, and with huff of unstoppable rage, he reached to grasp his adversary. Microseconds before his gauntlet met raw flesh, something changed, and he paused. Bedeze's mutilated body began to shine, motes of energy gathering towards him. Similar to a Doom Hunter, Bedeze had taken critical damage.

Quickly, the Slayer grasped the devil and threw him towards the mountain at supersonic speed. The devil's body crashed into the mountain, then through it, and he exited the Arena's walls in an eruption of rock and metal. One kilometer from the Arena, now soaring within the clouds of Lilith's beautiful blue sky, Bedeze let out an animalistic scream. Then, the world turned white.

Although Bedeze was a kilometer away from it, Lilith's Grand Arena was half-engulfed in a magnificent explosion capable of killing gods, the earth shattering under the force, the lake evaporating in an instant from the heat, the mountains flattening under the power. In nanoseconds, the explosion carved away an entire half of the five-kilometer arena, and for a moment, this small region in the sky became one of the hottest, densest places in the entire Multiverse, even more so than the stars. The Grand Arena's magics and electronics died, flickering before materials began vaporizing. The arena listed to one side. It was only a matter of time before it began falling.

The citizens of Lilith below screamed and yelled in abject terror as small meteors of Argent-charged Arena material began falling, obliterating all that they touched as the shadow of the deadly Arena loomed overhead, illuminated by a massive, red explosion of epic proportions. Now descending from the clouds at rapid speeds, falling back-first with high horizontal momentum away from the Arena, Bedeze breathed heavily as he blinked, his vision bleary as he broke through the smoke of the explosion. His eyes were red, and blood oozed from some of his pores, but physically, his body seemed fully healed.

He eyed the glowing-hot Arena far in the distance as exhausted breaths escaped his lungs. The Relic pushed him to use the power within, and this was the result. Lilith's Grand Arena had been made to withstand the power of even the likes of Sirzechs Lucifer and Ajuka Beelzebub, yet one attack with the Relic's power had obliterated half of it—and even then, Bedeze had been a kilometer away. Had he not been guarded by the Relic's power, he would have surely been killed. Seeing the destruction in the distance, the falling building-sized pieces of superheated debris, a grin threatened to split his face in half. He looked down at the Relic in his hand.

Did he get that menacing pest? Had he killed Diehauser too? He hadn't been paying too much attention, for rage had consumed him.

He was not allowed any more time to think when something shot through the endless smoke above him.

"Wha—"

Suddenly, the force of a meteor collided with Bedeze, and a metal gauntlet grabbed his throat, squeezing hard. His eyes bugged out as he choked, and he could feel his Adam's Apple being pushed into his esophagus. The winds went from a steady rush to a maelstrom as the colliding force accelerated him to hypersonic speed on the horizontal plane. He barely had the strength to look up and see the Doom Slayer, a glare in his eyes that could vaporize Blackstone.

"How did you—"

He was cut off again when the back of his head slammed into Lilith's outer wall, the Slayer's gauntlet easily breaking through the rune-empowered stone. They shot out the other side, and with little more than a heft of rage, the Slayer threw Bedeze into the dirt.

The devil bounced like a ragdoll, each kiss with the dirt causing an angled eruption of dirt that dug a bloodied trench. He coughed and wheezed as he rolled to a stop. He groaned barely with enough strength to shakily stand. He saw the Slayer stomping towards him unabated, and with a terrified choke, Bedeze brought the relic up, only for his arm to be severed from his body. The pain was immeasurable and he keeled over, screaming.

With one hand, the Slayer caught the Doom Hunter Collectible and it disappeared, then he turned his unwavering glower to Bedeze. For the first time since the battle had commenced, fear consumed Bedeze, no Relic shielding him from the full power of the Slayer's aura sweeping over him. Everything within his field of vision became blood red, the horrifying color emanating from the Slayer, and unbecoming of an Ultimate-Class devil, he promptly pissed his pants.

"N—No… Spare me," he croaked. "Y-You cannot do this… I-If you take my life, if you take the Relic, the Khaos Brigade will have your—"

There was a loud shink as the Doomblade extended, and without a word, the Slayer sliced. Bedeze's head was separated from his body, and forever more, his desecrated remains lie silent. One thing was for sure: his funeral would not be open-casket.

The Slayer stared down at the corpse as his rage settled, his aura receding as The Doom Hunter faded away. Finally, after a week-and-a-half in this world, he had found one of his belongings—well, it came to him. At the moment, the achievement wasn't on his mind. A few thoughts zipped by, and with each one, his eyes narrowed.

Bedeze Abaddon. The Abaddon family—were they behind the disappearances of his possessions? No, Bedeze had mentioned something before he'd lost his head: the Khaos Brigade, whoever those fuckers were. Bedeze stated that if the Slayer took the Relic, they would come after him. The Slayer's jaw clenched. Earlier, he was grasping at thin air, but now, he had a lead. He would not let this go.

As the Slayer's thoughts swirled, he noticed something—a faint glow behind Bedeze's sternum. Without warning, an object rose from the corpse, and after careful study, the Slayer realized that it was a red chess piece—a King Piece to be exact. He grasped it, his eyes narrowing down at it. A souvenir, perhaps? No, an Evil Piece. No, that wasn't right either—there was no King Evil Piece, as far as he was aware. Maybe Ajuka would know.

He allowed it to disappear, then he turned away. In his periphery, he saw a magic circle appear, and he looked at it. Immediately, he knew who it was.

"Master!" Tiamat called as she emerged. When her gaze fell on him, she jumped at him, wrapping her arms around him. For a moment, the Slayer felt irritation, but once he saw the tears streaming down his familiar's face, those feelings dispersed, replaced with worry. "You're okay… You're okay…" Tiamat did nothing but repeat those words, her eyes clenched shut. The Slayer was unsure how to respond, but the Chaos Karma Dragon assured him. "Just, hold me, Master." And so he did.

For a few minutes, the world was silent, and only they existed. Then, Tiamat took a deep, shaky breath and looked up at her master. "Master… I'm sorry. I hadn't managed to catch Abaddon's intent even though it's my duty as the rating game overseer. If it wasn't for my negligence, none of this would have happened…"

The Slayer paused, frowning. Was she really so self-deprecating? He didn't care about what had happened—in fact he was somewhat satisfied with the outcome. But the way Tiamat was speaking, the Slayer knew exactly where her thoughts were going, and he didn't like it. He'd seen it many times before: when cities were lost to the demons, there were always those few Night Sentinels that had lost families, blaming everything on not only the demons, but themselves for an apparent lack of skill, falling into pits of darkness. Even if Tiamat's self-deprecation seemed tame in comparison, the Slayer loathed it, and he shut it down immediately.

With a glower in his eyes, he allowed her to feel his sentiment for just a moment. The dragon halted her tirade, letting out a whimper of surprise.

"I… I see." She attempted to calm herself. "Master… I... forgive me for all of… this. I… the Relic—the demon brought an… unpleasant memory… I know I'm being silly—you defeated the Dark Lord after all. I promise that this won't happen again."

The Slayer gave her an understanding nod.

"Thank you for understanding," the dragon moaned. "I don't know what I would do without you, Master."

Tiamat refused to let him go, and he stared at her for a second. He supposed that even when she knew what he had been doing for billions of years, it wasn't enough to stifle her trauma. Hopefully, this would be the only time she would worry so. The Slayer wondered if this was in any way connected to the incident at the library.

He watched as the dragon that clung to him eyed Bedeze's corpse with a disgusted look. "Abaddon deserved such an end, but this isn't over, Master. I am unsure of what his peerage will have to say about this, but I know his family won't let this stand."

The Slayer acknowledged that with a nod, then a thought occurred to him. The Praetor Suit blipped, playing the most recent recording.

"N—No… Spare me," he croaked. "Y-You cannot do this… I-If you take my life, if you take the Relic, the Khaos Brigade will have your—"

When the recording stopped, Tiamat's eyes widened. "The Khaos Brigade?" The Slayer gave her a look, and her lips thinned. "They're a pointless faction created for the sole purpose of opposing the current supernatural factions and their alliances." She paused, realization dawning on her. "You… you think the Khaos Brigade has your possessions?"

The Slayer nodded.

Her eyes lit up in alarm. " Shit."

Before anymore could be said, the Slayer and the dragon were shaken by a distant boom, and they turned, staring at the source. Lilith's Grand Arena, now no more than a dot in the sky, had gone up in a colossal explosion, flaming debris raining down from the sky. With how high up the arena was, it would take only a minute before any debris actually touched the ground. It would be best if they stopped that from happening.

Tiamat looked at the Slayer, and he stared back. After a moment, he gave her a nod, and she flexed her fingers. A magic circle appeared beneath them, and they disappeared.

When the duo reappeared, they found themselves at the center of a flattened neighborhood nearly half-a-kilometer in diameter, chunks of flaming debris here and there that obscured long distance sight, but no buildings remained. To their slight surprise, when looking up, they saw that all of the debris had grown white-hot, each one a glob of heat that had, for some reason, frozen in midair, flames burning at them and licking at the air. Every second or so, a block of debris would suddenly fall, sometimes a couple of kilometers in the horizontal distance, and sometimes up above them, released from whatever antigravity magic was holding it. Each one would promptly be destroyed by small bursts of magic shot by floating dots in the distance, likely devils.

Nearby, standing at the center of the destruction, Ajuka stood, a green magic circle beneath his feet and in either one of his hands. There was a smaller circle spinning by his ear. Alert, the Slayer and the Dragon quickly approached Ajuka, who calmed when he noticed the duo.

"Ah, you're just on time. I'm assuming that Abaddon is… We'll speak about what happened in a moment, but for now, we must deal with this mess," Ajuka hurried them.

The circle beside Ajuka's ear buzzed. "Just give them the short version! We're losing time!" Tannin's voice came. There was a pause, then a roar. Up in the sky, far in the distance, a massive array of debris went up in a beam of energy, spat from the mouth of an irate Blaze Meteor Dragon, who weaved between the meteorites at supersonic speed.

Ajuka took a deep breath, a small bead of sweat running down the side of his face. "In short, the arena and its debris are covered in fire from the Relic's power. To stop them, I have saturated the air with my magic and halted gravity for a mile above our heads, but the flames are full of the Relic's energy and are easily burning through my magic. Constructing barriers will not work either because the fire can easily burn through them."

He frowned in frustration. "This would undoubtedly be much easier if I could use my true magic, but not only am I currently suspending two-and-a-half kilometers worth of rock and metal, my magic works with the laws of reality, and the energy of these flames entirely supersedes those laws. It makes no damn sense!"

"Watch it!" Tannin blurted. A piece of burning debris detonated a few dozen meters from Ajuka's head.

The Satan licked his lips. "I could've done that myself, y'know."

Tannin seethed. "Just get on with it already!"

"R-right." Ajuka looked back at the duo. Tiamat was crouched slightly, now wary of the environment, but the Slayer stayed seemingly indifferent, if one could call his menacing pose indifferent. "We will have to brute force it. Tiamat, you, me, Diehauser, and Tannin can take on the larger pieces of debris, but unfortunately, the largest piece is going to be an issue. Slayer, if you are willing to, we need you to destroy it, or at least break it up into smaller pieces. If that hits the ground, Lilith will be devastated."

He gave the Slayer a look. "I'm sure that if you can take a Relic head on, then you can do this much more easily."

Tiamat stepped forward, her earlier crisis totally forgotten. "I am willing to assist. Master?" she looked at him.

The Hellwalker didn't respond. Instead, he looked to the skies, eyeing the largest piece of debris—it was more of a full meteor than just a piece of debris, extending almost a kilometer in length, extending across the skies and blotting out the sun. His gaze narrowed into a glare, and in one hand, the Hellbreaker appeared.

Everyone in the area faltered at the sudden surge in power—even those that were currently kilometers within the sky, and many turned to look. Tiamat gasped as she was assaulted by both the Slayer's star-like energy and the blazing power of the Legendary Sentinel Hammer.

Ajuka's mouth hung open just slightly. "I'll take that as a yes," he quipped. "Slayer, once you destroy that piece, we'll handle the rest. Just… make sure to get out of the way. I don't imagine you'll want to get hit by the blast… not that it'll do anything.

The Hellwalker gave a nod, then turned to Tiamat. The dragon uncharacteristically pumped her fist. "Kick its ass, Master!" The Slayer figured that her excitement was from seeing another one of his weapons. Whatever. Time to get this shit over with.

He didn't wait any longer, bending his knees and palming the ground with his free hand. Then, he leapt. The ground beneath him cracked in a large spider-web pattern, causing the earth to quake as crumbled dust shot out from between the crevices. The gazes of Ajuka and Tiamat followed him as he vanished, rocketing into the sky. At the incomprehensible speed he was going, he narrowly missed a back-to-back Latia and Iryuka, who had been blasting at pieces of debris, only to be caught in the winds of his movements. As he approached the kilometer-length meteor, he brought the Hellbreaker into both fists, his fingers glowing red and his eyes aflame, and with a glare, he swung the super-weapon.

Solid Argent easily crushed the weaker Argent flames of the meteor, pushing through and smashing hard into the meteor's surface. There was a brief flash of red light, and in an instant, a massive crater spread across the meteor from end to end, and a shockwave travelled outwards that pushed kilometers worth of clouds away. Then, the meteor shattered in a bright, brilliant display, fracturing into countless tiny pieces and dispersing in such a manner that one could see the blue sky between the individual pieces. But, rather than exploding out in a colossal detonation that would've devastated Lilith's infrastructure, the fragments of the meteor slowed to a stop as Ajuka's magic took hold. The Slayer shot out from the other side of the Arena's remains, and he dashed away, peering down at the destruction he had caused.

Mission complete.

As he began to fall, the Slayer eyed the devils that were dealing with debris. Among them he saw the devils from the VIP room, save for Diodora and his harem. Interestingly enough, Diehauser and his two Pawns and Rook were also helping, their wings unfurled as they swooped around the massive debris zone. The Slayer hadn't seen Tannin yet, but—

There was a shift in the air, and the Slayer turned just as Tannin made a fly-by, the wind from his wings pushing the Slayer in a random direction. He glared at the dragon, who gave him a brief thumbs-up, then the Hellwalker righted himself. He allowed the Hellbreaker to disappear, then, he dove.

On the ground, Ajuka twisted his hand, and all of the debris swirled into one super-long, porous, easy-to-destroy pillar of white-hot rock, hovering a hundred meters off of the ground. He had half-a-mind to set the pillar down, but he feared that the flames would spread—this Relic phenomenon had never been studied before, so he was unsure. He looked at Tiamat, who gave a nod, her arms crossed.

"Tannin, Diehauser, we're ready. Fire away."

The devils did so. In seconds, the collective debris began to dissipate by meters every second, and with them, the Argent flames. In a minute, the threat was finished.

"Well then. That happened," Ajuka blurted. "I imagine that you must really want to talk right now." He looked at a still Doom Slayer, who stared intently at him.

Inside the Sinner's Circle, the devils, dragons, and Slayer were in various states of being. At one large table readied by Sal, they all sat, out of it, and while not physically exhausted, mentally so.

Latia and Iryuka sat side-by-side, out of place, but with frowns on their faces as their thoughts swirled. Placed in front of each of them was a plate of lamb-chops and a plate of seafood respectively. Diehauser sat to their left, a stoic look on his face as he slowly sipped at a glass mug of some type of alcohol. His Rook and Pawns sat with him—one burly, seven foot tall bald man with a scar over his eye, an unbuttoned shirt, and a sword the size of a table strapped to his back, a blonde-haired girl with pointed ears and a bow, and a purple-haired girl with an eyepatch and a six-shot hand cannon. The man eyed the Slayer warily as sweat coalesced on his head, and the blonde girl pressed up against the other one in an attempt to hide as she much more openly gawked at the Hellwalker, frankly terrified. The one-eyed Pawn seemed indifferent, but it wasn't hard to see the tension in her facial muscles.

Further along the table, Ajuka sat, another bottle of one-hundred percent undistilled ethanol in his fingers as he ran a hand through his hair. To the Slayer's immediate left was Tiamat, who leaned on him affectionately, and to his right, Tannin sat with arms crossed, staring up into the distance, Latia and Iryuka to the dragon's right. The Slayer himself sat rigidly, both fists balled atop the table and his head turned as he stared at Ajuka.

It had been an hour since the untimely end of the disastrous Rating Game, and a multitude of search and rescue teams and clean-up crews had been called into action. With the amount of damage done, it would take a couple of days at least to repair the damages, even with the immense power of devil society—and that was saying something. The Citadel was in a storm of activity right now, after witnessing the appearance of a Relic, as were a number of nations around the universe, but they were even more surprised that one man had the capability to take a Relic head on. At the moment though, these few people that sat in a pub ignored the outside world, overwhelmed to a certain degree, but not idle. They sought answers.

"I figured. I have a number of questions I'd like to ask you myself," Ajuka nodded. "Right, where to start…"

Suddenly, Diehauser cleared his throat. "I hope it's not too prodding of me to ask but," he looked at the Slayer with neutral eyes that were undoubtedly attempting to judge him, "are you not the one who threw the supernatural world into disarray a week ago?"

"He is," Tannin answered for the Slayer. "But you need not be wary of him. His goals lie only in the vanquishing of all things evil, and the retrieval of his belongings. If you want proof, he was given a Dryad's offspring by a Dryad."

Diehauser's peerage perked up at that, surprise flooding their faces. Latia and Iryuka looked a little bewildered, but eventually, Latia nodded to herself. Diehauser only tilted his head slightly, thoughtfully. "I… see. Ahem—" He looked at the Slayer again. "I feel I should thank you. You… saved my life. I'm assuming that Bedeze is… no more." The Slayer gave him a nod. Diehauser nodded back, but there was a certain solemness to it. "Very well. I figured that you would not have let him be after a stunt like that." He paused, eyeing his uncomfortable peerage members. "It may be rude of me to request, but, could you perhaps… tone down your aura a bit?"

The Slayer stared at him, unmoving. After a brief moment of sudden intensity, Tiamat explained to Diehauser how the Slayer's aura worked. Thereafter, while the bald man relaxed only slightly, the Pawns grew even more terrified, and Diehauser's lips briefly formed an 'o' when he fully realized the astronomical extent of the Slayer's power. Rather than showing fear however, he seemed more sympathetic.

This is all I know:

"Is that what caused the, ah, incident a week ago?" he asked.

"Yes," Tiamat answered.

"I see." Diehauser looked at the Slayer with sad eyes. "I'm sorry, it must be a terrible endeavor trying to walk through the streets of this city without causing conflict in such a condition."

The Slayer's eyes narrowed on the man. That was… strangely understanding of someone he'd just met. This aura of his was a pain in the ass. At the same time, the man seemed pitous of the Slayer, and he didn't much enjoy that.

Diehauser quickly changed topics. "But I must ask… what was that?" The devils figured he was referring to the Doom Hunter.

Tannin groaned softly. "Oh boy, here we go."

"… What do you know about the Relics of Doom?" Ajuka inquired.

Half of the devils at the table had bouts of shock, but Diehauser didn't. "That's not what I meant. I know what the Relics are and what a number of them look like. I apologize, I should've been more clear: I meant to ask, why did the Relic's summon recognize you, erm… Slayer?"

"That's because…" Ajuka frowned. "Yeah, why is that?"

"If you are unaware, that summon was an apparition of a demon from the invasion five-thousand years ago. I remember going toe-to-toe with one myself, though it was already damaged from previous fights. Even then, I just barely kept my life fighting with it," Tannin said. "Doom Hunters, they were called. I wonder why that is."

He let the notion hang in the air for a moment.

"Invasion? What invasion?" Latia inquired. When the countless powerful people in the room turned their gazes to her, she shrunk in her seat, but only slightly.

The Slayer looked at her, then to Tiamat. He nodded to her.

Tiamat cleared her throat. "The invasion was… well, it's quite a long story. It's history has been lost with each generation. I was there to witness it, and Master is… well, he is the center of it all. Before I continue though, I must request: in return for answering any questions you might have, Master has questions of his own."

Ajuka shrugged. "That's fine with me, but we should make haste. Hundreds are dead, and the Aristocracy is going mad."

"I agree," Diehauser said. "I would like to check up on my peerage as soon as possible, but right now? I feel… out of the loop, so to speak."

There were affirmatives around the table. Tiamat herself nodded, then she spoke. "I hope you won't be too overwhelmed by this, but the summon from the Relic, as Tannin said, was a Doom Hunter, a demon from the real Hell."

"Real?" Diehauser asked.

"Yes. Hell is the most important part of everything that is. It is a boundless dimension, the first existence in the multiverse and intrinsically connected to every other. It exists beyond the plane of existence and reality—beyond even non-existence if that makes any sense, and its purpose? It is evil incarnate, a rancorous realm that devours universes with ease, seeking to consume all that it can touch. The denizens of Hell are demons, chaotic and mindless with no other purpose than to cause harm, mental, physical, spiritual, and existentially. They are all powerful—even the weakest of them, of which would be considered nothing more than fodder, have the ability to easily kill dragons. All it took was a single hit…" She cringed, pausing for a moment.

"Mind you, many demons were once of normal races on planets somewhere in some universe—one that… one had been consumed by Hell." She swallowed. "Trust me, I would know. Our universe was invaded five-thousand years ago." Tiamat looked lovingly at the Slayer. "Had it not been for my Master... I'd rather not speak of what would have happened to us."

The pub was silent for a few moments as the devils took the time to process that information. Most surprised was Tannin, who had been unaware of Hell's true existence. He didn't say anything, though.

"Wait, multiverse?" Latia asked suddenly, mind-boggled.

"Yes, we exist in one of many," Tiamat explained. "There are an uncountable number of universes beyond ours. Here, the Underworld, Heaven, Earth—all three exist in only one. As of yet, nobody has the technological means to break the invisible barrier between universes… except for Master. Unfortunately, Master is as of yet unable to use said technology. In short, Master is from another universe."

"Fascinating," Ajuka muttered. He took a sip from his drink.

Without wasting a beat, Tiamat continued. "Anyways, Master, also known as the Doom Slayer, is the bane of Hell's existence. For as long as many can remember its existence, he has been there as well, slaughtering, warring with Hell for trillions of years—"

Diehauser was showered in a rain of ethanol as it sprayed from Ajuka's lips, the Satan coughing.

At the same time, Tannin sat straighter, eyes wide. "What!?" he roared.

"T-Trillions of years!?" Ajuka demanded, gaping. The devils had similar reactions. "You can't be serious—there's no way! You'd be older than the universe by magnitudes!"

The Slayer gave him a look. Ajuka and Tannin stared. Diehauser gazed slightly open mouthed. Latia and Iryuka were dumbfounded. Tiamat smirked mischievously.

"Do… Do you have any proof?" Diehauser inquired warily.

"It is no lie. If you want, Master's armor contains recordings dating back eons ago," she said.

"Tiamat, you shouldn't joke around so," Ajuka said. When he saw the sobriety in her eyes, he paled. "Is this true?" He asked the Slayer. The Hellwalker merely shrugged. "I thought you were Tannin's age!"

Tiamat didn't let them rest. "Moving on, the Doom Hunter is a race of demons designed specifically to assassinate my Master. Ironically, Master hunted them into extinction before the forces of Hell brought them back as cybernetically enhanced super-demons. That is why the… Doom Hunter was able to identify Master."

"Wait." Diehauser shook his head as he wiped the ethanol from his face. His Rook seemed amused but also terrified, and the blonde girl was holding her head in an attempt to process the information. "So, allow me to recap: the Relics of Doom summon apparitions of demons from an all-powerful entity known as Hell, the very same one that ravished this world five-thousand years ago, as was stated in old history, and the Doom Slayer is the one that keeps them at bay?"

"That is correct," Tiamat nodded. "If you want proof, well, he's sitting right there."

"Well, then, if the Relics summon apparitions of the embodiment of evil, then who created them? And why?"

"That's a long story," Tiamat replied. And so, she explained it to them, the brief version of the complete history of the Relics of Doom, from their unintentional inception by the Slayer's hand, to the way they'd found themselves in this world, to the wars fought over them and beyond. When she finished, everyone was speechless.

"That is… a lot to take in," Ajuka said. By now, he had sobered, no longer sipping at his ethanol. "And yet, no matter how much is revealed to me, I still have so many questions." He rubbed his eyes. "Dear Satan, why are you so interesting, Slayer."

The Hellwalker gave him a strange look.

"That isn't even a fraction of the full story, though," Tiamat said.

"Yes, I'm sure it isn't for someone older than the universe itself," Ajuka replied. "Not even the Great Red or the Ouroboros Dragon are that old," he muttered. Terrifying thoughts occurred to him. Did the Slayer have the power to contest with those two immortal dragons? How strong was this man, really?

"If you really want to go down the rabbit hole of the Doom Slayer, you should listen to his Codex Entries."

"U-Um, I have a question." Everyone in the room turned to Diehauser's blonde-haired Pawn. She fumbled over her words a bit. "W-Well, um… I mean, if Mr. Slayer is the bane of Hell's existence, then, why is he here? N-Not that I'm questioning you or anything, Sir Slayer!" she waved her hands placatingly when the Hellwalker's gaze fell on her.

"That is…" Tiamat paused, and she eyed the Slayer. The man didn't really seem to care at all that any of this information was getting out. Probably because he was so old and just done with everything that it didn't really matter anymore. She prodded him anyway. "May I, Master?"

The Slayer looked at her. Then his gaze swept across the room, scanning each individual intently. He turned to her, and nodded.

"This next part will be quite unbelievable, but, Master has defeated Hell. He slayed the Dark Lord, the Creator of the Multiverse, and in turn, sealed Hell away for the rest of eternity. After that, Master was sealed away. Some time later, he reawakened and escaped Hell after fighting an ancient titan named Maligog, one that could contest with even… the Icon of Sin. Anyways, that is how he ended up here."

Silence. Obviously, there was some skepticism among the listeners. The Creator of the Multiverse? How could anyone be so powerful enough to defeat what sounds like the definition of omnipotence?

Diehauser, his peerage, Latia, and Iryuka were more than willing not to believe such fantasy, but Tannin and Ajuka were different. They might not have known the Slayer long, but they knew enough of his personality to tell. Ajuka swallowed, divided between Tiamat's words. There was no way the Slayer was that powerful, and yet… What reason did he have to lie? If any?

It was just… that amount of power was unfathomable.

It was at that moment that Ajuka realized: he didn't even know what the Slayer was. Obviously, he was some type of god, but he was above even that.

"... What are you, Slayer?" he muttered to himself. He found himself looking at the man, and he was given a harrowing reminder of this man's aura, still as bright as a star when concealed and still hard to get used to. Suddenly, it became not so difficult to imagine him taking on the Great Red and the Ouroboros Dragon.

"Any more questions?" Tiamat gave the devils a winsome smile. "Good. Now it's Master's turn to ask some questions. Master?"

The Slayer and the dragon held a brief, silent conversation. Tiamat's eyes narrowed as information was transferred, then the Slayer stood quickly, drawing the eyes of the devils in the room. In his hand, the King Piece appeared, and he tossed it into the middle of the table.

Instantly, the atmosphere changed, the earlier shock replaced by a new one. Diehauser's eyes widened in alarm just as Ajuka rose from the table.

"Where did you get this?"

Instead of answering him with words, the Slayer played the recording from before.

"N—No… Spare me," he croaked. "Y-You cannot do this… I-If you take my life, if you take the Relic, the Khaos Brigade will have your—"

There was a sudden squelch that made everyone cringe, accompanied by a number of gasps, then Tiamat spoke, slightly out of it. "Master wants to know everything there is to know about Bedeze Abaddon and the Khaos Brigade, or about the means to acquire such information. He would also like to know the purpose of this Evil Piece, as he does not remember it being among the others that he remembers."

"I… you… you can't just drop a bomb like that and then another bomb on top of that and expect…" Ajuka breathed. "Oh this is less than ideal."

The devils were jolted when a metal gauntlet slammed on the table, and they turned to see the Slayer staring intently at Ajuka, his fist embedded in the table's wood. His patience was wearing thin.

"Right. Okay," he calmed. "First, the Khaos Brigade are a group of different sentient species who vie to oppose the alliances between factions. Honestly, they're a pointless group with as of yet unknown leadership, but… don't tell me that you think they are the ones that have been taking the Relics?" he asked.

The Slayer gave him a rigid nod. The man ran a hand through his green hair.

"Damn," Tannin cursed. "I never thought that Bedeze Abaddon could fall so low! Ajuka, this is dangerous. The Khaos Brigade has been in the shadows for centuries, nobody would have suspected them being behind the disappearances of the Relics."

"You're right, Tannin," Ajuka replied, putting a hand to his temple. "We can't be sure but… If they've been consolidating the Relics for the past few years, then…"

"They are soon to make a move," Tannin finished. "The only reason they have yet to do so is because the don't have all of the Relics, meaning that someone has enough to oppose them."

"Uncle? What's going on?" Latia asked, now worried. Ajuka turned to her, wearing a frown.

"... Latia, I know this is sudden, but… we may see another Great War soon."

"What!?"

Ajuka turned to the Hellwalker. "Slayer, by taking Abaddon's life—or, should I say, by taking one of your Relics back, you may have just painted an even bigger target on your head."

The Slayer wanted to scoff. Good. His possessions would come to him, then. If what Ajuka said was true, then he couldn't allow his war to happen. He looked at Tiamat, sending images to her.

"Master would like to know if you plan on starting any operations with respect to this. If they are incognito, he wants in. On all of them."

The Satan seemed apprehensive. "Well, I suppose that since the Relics belong to you, it would only be fair." He looked down in thought, then looked at Tannin. "Right. Tannin, please relay this information to the other Satans. I want an investigation done on the Abaddon house as soon as possible. We don't know how far the Khaos Brigade reaches. If they could get their hands on someone like Bedeze Abbadon, then they could be everywhere."

"Understood," the dragon complied. He stood, and a magic circle appeared beneath his feet. "I apologize for my sudden departure, but this is urgent. Goodbye. It was nice seeing you, Latia." Then, he disappeared.

There was a moment of silence.

"U-Um." Everyone looked at the blonde-haired Pawn again. "Is it really okay for us to be hearing all of this, sir?" she asked, eyes on Ajuka.

The devil sighed. "Honestly, this is beyond your, or even Diehauser's clearance. But it's too late now." He looked back at the Slayer. "Tannin will begin operations immediately. I… I really cannot stress how sudden and big this is Slayer. Right here, right now, you may have just saved millions of lives."

The Slayer replied nothing. His mind processed everything he'd heard in seconds, and from the sound of it, the Khaos Brigade seemed more like a terrorist organization than anything else. If they really did have his possessions and intended to use them for nefarious means… then he wouldn't hesitate to Rip and Tear through them.

Tiamat crossed her arms. "So, what now, then? What about the King Piece?"

"I was just getting to it, and it is just as important," Ajuka said. "Allow me to explain: I created the King Piece with the intention of bolstering the power of the devil race, but they were judged too dangerous due to the potential for rogue Devils to abuse them, thus there are only twelve in existence. They are top secret and highly illegal. For Abaddon to have had one could only mean…"

Ajuka stopped, his eyes widening as he slowly turned towards the Hellwalker. "Slayer… I implore you not to freak out."

The Hellwalker remained still.

"Bedeze was sponsored by the Great King Faction."

The Slayer analyzed that statement quickly, and all implications came to him. Bedeze had been sponsored by the Great King Faction while he had also happened to be tied to what amounted to a terrorist organization. The Great King Faction had his Atlan, and, as Ajuka had been likely to say, had been the faction that had given Bedeze the King Piece, a top secret and highly illegal artifact that the possession of which could put one in prison or have them executed. The Great King Faction, by association with Bedeze Abaddon, could have been infiltrated by the Khaos Brigade. The Slayer needed to hear nothing else.

Without a word, he pushed his chair away and began walking for the exit. Tiamat followed him.

"Slayer, wait!" Ajuka called. The Slayer stopped. "Even if the Great King Faction are potentially under the influence of the Khaos Brigade and are in possession of King Pieces, there is no substantial proof. You would be making an enemy of the devil race."

"What is he doing?" Diehauser asked, rising.

Ajuka struggled. "He intends to attack Bael Castle to retrieve one of his stolen possessions."

"A Relic?" Diehauser asked.

"Eh… something like that."

Diehauser turned towards the Slayer. Quickly, he snatched the King Piece and circumvented the table. "Please, allow me to come with you."

"Sir!?" Diehauser's peerage resounded.

He looked at the three. "I apologize, but you three must stay put. This is an order."

"What are you planning, Diehauser?" Tiamat asked, eyeing the devil.

"I… I really must thank you, Slayer. For the past few months, I have been searching for the menace that killed my cousin, Cleria. When I found out that it was the Great King Faction that did it, I was angered, but I had no proof."

His peerage gasped and Ajuka raised a brow. Diehauser waved the King Piece about. "With this King Piece however, I finally have that proof. If you allow me to follow you, you can retrieve whatever belongings have been stolen from you under the pretext that we are outing the Great King Faction for their misdeeds and the possession of King Pieces, thus bringing you reputation rather than infamy. The devil race would have little reason to condemn you, especially if I back you up. I am the Number One Rating Game Champion, you know. My influence is not limited."

Ajuka opened his mouth to retort, but only a choking sound came out. "... Well then. Proceed."

The Slayer didn't reply, instead pushing through the exit. Diehauser shriveled slightly, until Tiamat turned to him. "Well? What are you waiting for? Master is losing patience."

"I… understood. Thank you." Diehauser followed, but paused before leaving the building. He addressed his peerage. "Make sure to check up on your teammates for me. Tell them where I'm going and what I'm doing. I will see you all soon."

Then, he left. There was a long silence. Then, Ajuka took a slow sip from his bottle of ethanol.

Latia looked at him. "Um, Uncle? What just happened?"

The man licked his lips. "I haven't a fucking clue." The peerage members recoiled in sheer surprise at the Satan's language. "Lilith's Grand Arena has fallen, a Relic has been used for the first time in decades, the Slayer showed his relation to the Relics on live TV, Abaddon is dead, hundreds are dead because the Arena has fallen, the Aristocracy is a storm right now, the Khaos Brigade is on the move, and we may very well be seeing a war soon. On top of that, the Doom Slayer is old enough to be the great grandfather of primordial beings. Dear Satan, the paperwork is going to suck."

In the outskirts of Lilith, where Bedeze's desecrated remains lay, Diodora Astaroth stared scornfully at the corpse at his feet. Though he rather not, Bedeze Abaddon was still an ally. With a sigh, he retrieved an object from his Aristocratic garbs. At a glance, it appeared to be a large floppy disk, but if one read the cover, they would incredulously see the words, "INFINITE LIVES," along with the image of a running Doom Slayer risen from a grave.

With a grunt, Diodora activated it. Like time was rewound, Bedeze's remains reformed into one cohesive being that hovered above the ground. A moment later, Bedeze fell into a crouch, and his eyes snapped open.

"Huh?" he said intelligently.

"You owe me, Bedeze Abaddon," Diodora said to him. The man turned. "We may be allies, but we are not friends. I expect this favor to be repaid in full soon."

Bedeze looked at him, his eyes narrowing. "... What happened?"

"Isn't it obvious? That damn Doom Slayer beat you. He tore you apart."

Bedeze grew furious with each word. "What? But how? I had a Relic!"

"Of that I am unsure," Diodora replied. "Either you are an incompetent fool, or the so-called Doom Slayer really is that strong." He sneered at the Ultimate-Class devil. "Either way, you are still incompetent. A failure as a pureblooded devil."

Bedeze growled. "Why you little shit—I'm still an Ultimate-Class devil, way stronger than you'll ever be!"

Diodora smirked. "Not anymore. Tell me, does anything… feel different?"

It was then that Bedeze realized. "My King Piece…" He fell to his knees. "Damn it!"

Diodora relished in the man's frustration, but eventually, he had enough. "Enough dallying. You may be a failure as a devil, but you are still of use to the Khaos Brigade… and to me. Now, let's go."

A magic circle appeared beneath the both of them, and they disappeared in a flash.

A/N: O

Hmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I'm done with a small scale. Time to go big-ish. Let's see if I can handle it. Right then. Here are some reviews that I will not-so-kindly reply to.

Hejtan: Now, the only question that remains now is when exactly we will get Ophis and the Red lizard to show up and get headpats from Slayer?

Ans: Wait and you will see.

TheDrkKnight12: If and when the Slayer finds out that Rias turned his daughter into a slave - a slave of the very thing he hates the most...or at least close to it - the entire universe will bend over backwards, show him their asses, and do everything they can to appease him...because the alternative will NOT be pretty.

Ans: It ain't happening

AMAZING EZ-8: I would recommend looking th the youtube vid "6 ways to give the doom hunter ptsd

Ans: Let me tell you something, mate. Each and every one of those kills were so fucking fantastically slow that I might have fallen asleep had I watched more than five seconds of it. I could easily kill any Doom hunter twice as fast. And I know that I may be an arrogant cunt, but at least I have the shit with it.

Stylo1 and DruidGensokyo: hate to break it to you but your writing is overly detailed, or more precise milked for every word possible. if that is the way you wanna write good for you but why would you be suprised ppl comment on it? + To be really fair though, I have to admit you do have a slight tendency to go through scenes and development in a overly detailed manner...or more appropriately, overly verbose.

Ans: Y'know what? Fair. Totally fair. But lemme reiterate in a manner that you would understand better. I am not a nice person, nor am I much of a people pleaser. I knew the comments would eventually come, but that doesn't mean I was going to sit down and take it. Criticize me all you want. Calling it overly-detailed is fine. But calling it an 'overly-detailed piece of shit' pisses me off. Sure, my reaction is ironic, hypocritical, self-entitled, immature, and asshole-ish, but at least I'm acknowledging that I am an ironically hypocritical, immaturely self-entitled asshole.

At the end of the day, what I'm trying to say is that I'm not surprised, I'm mean. Fuck that guy, whomever he or she may be. Naturally, that is counterintuitive to me as a writer. Criticism is essential for progress, but unfortunately, that specific delivery of criticism pushed a button. Lemme say it again to that guy even if he may not be here. Fuck you. Fuck off.

The observer: Virgin? Didn't the doom slayer lose his wife, child and pet bunny in the first invasion?

" After having fought demonic hordes through Phobos, Deimos and Hell, he returned home to find Earth overrun by demons and his wife, child, and pet rabbit Daisy, among the billions of people killed, giving him further reason to pursue hunting the demons. He continued fighting the horde on Earth, before taking the fight to Hell once more."

Ans: STOP STOP STOP FUCKING STOP! SHUT THE FUCK UP! Ahem, I apologize. Never speak of this again.

MKAlieZ: FYI, in the Doom games its stated that Argent Energy has shown to have temperatures that had never been recorded. This means Argent Energy surpasses Absolute Hot. And you wanna know how hot Absolute Hot is? 1,420,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 Degrees Celsius , our sun is only 5,505 Celsius.

Ans: Mate, I know what this means, but I'm not sure that you do. If this is true, then the fireball of a single. Fucking. Imp. Would obliterate Earth and beyond. It's one of the reasons that I'm fanboying towards the demons and shit. They are overpowered beyond overpowered, but since it wouldn't be a good story and there would be no game if an Imp blew up the planet with a fireball, I'ma just say that such unbelievable temperatures are kept within a small confined space via magical means.

Hey: I would like to see the relics of doom change back into their normal form after the slayer defeats them

And I can see Doomguy driving Daisy to school in an atlan

Ans: No and no. I have other plans. Bigger things to do.

DarkWolf: In the beginning fic was interesting, but in each chapter is getting more boring and cliché. Dropped!

Ans: Get. Out.

Guest88: Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk vai se foder, estória ruim do caralho kkkkkkkkkkkkkk

Ans: What the fuck did you want? A story about how a weak and desperate Doomguy falls to the womanly whims of a bunch of cunts, only to be cucked by Issei?

Fine then, fruit basket. Here's a touching story: Once upon a time, you fucked off, and I lived happily ever after. The end. Tosser.

Ok. I'm done.

SYD, signing off.

WAIT. Real quick. All of you, I want to know any universes you would like to see Doomguy appear in for like thirty-seconds to five-minutes. I have... plans.

SYD, signing off.