...May the blood on your sword never dry, and may we never need you again.
Corax Entry 7:17
Rip and Tear
Awake, Slayer, for we are in need of you once more. The blood on your sword has not yet dried, and more shall quench its uneding thirst before the time comes for both blade and hand to slumber.
Behold, Slayer, the world that we have unveiled. Beyond the reach of Heaven and Hell, beyond the sight of mortal men, far removed from any natural birth of the mother called Creation. Behold, Slayer, the madness of this realm, and why only you endure journeying down its maddening path, paved in the blood of those
You behold many worlds within this realm, Slayer. Scarce different from Hell, in a sense – multiple worlds, entire realities, absorbed by this madness. Shaped into unholy form by the twin hands of a mad god. Some pulled, literally, across time and space by these hands, so that they might be added to their domain. These hands, in their vanity, seek these realms to be preserved everlasting. Aye, Slayer, there are evils in Creation as wretched as the Dark Lord himself, and while not as old, are no less vile in their designs.
Tear it down, Slayer. We demand it.
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…you hesitate, Slayer? You defy us? We, the Elder Gods? Perhaps you have grown weak, Slayer. Perhaps your long sleep has softened you. Perhaps you dream of endless fields, with just enough furry, floppy-eared friends to fill the void within your heart. Or perhaps, in your arrogance, you think that this task is beneath you. Unworthy of your ire. Well. Perhaps if the madness of castles and starships and a thousand other realms squashed together have not alerted you as to what needs to be done, behold the demons of this place. Creatures drawn into this nexus, and who have given themselves to bloodlust. Spawn of chaos, undeserving of continued existence, however wretched they may be.
Behold the man who casts fire from his hands, wielding the power of Hell itself. He, who has stormed as many fortresses as you, slain demons, yet now, wields their power, be it through the power of mushroom, flower, or even the stars themselves.
Behold the warrior of sword and shield, who carries the Mark of the Beast upon his palm. Listen to his silence, and know how many lives his sword has taken. How he uses his shield to defend the likes of this place. A hero of time, yet serving naught but infinitude.
Behold the monster of pink fang, gorging upon the souls of his enemies, and taking their strength as his own. Behold the warrior clad with arm cannon, infused with the DNA of aliens to form unholy abomination. Behold the undead child with sword named Monado, who dared to strike down God himself.
Behold, Slayer, if your eyes are clear of sleep. Behold these monsters, and more. Behold everything, from the child with lightning at his fingertips, to the one-winged angel who has cast his lot with Hell. Behold fox and wolf, who are naught but heads of Cerberus, allied to avian who feeds on the flesh of the dying. Behold even angel himself, who takes orders from false goddess. Behold the one who has enslaved demons to his own end, holding them in spherical cages until letting them loose upon the universe, to the cheering of the lost and the damned.
Do you see now, Slayer? Do you understand why this madness must end?
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…you are silent, Slayer, but we see that you comprehend. Good. An eternity of slumber has not dulled your mind, nor your tongue's taste for blood. Good. Very good. Now, as your fist is clenched, and your blood boils, we show you the one responsible for this abomination.
Behold, Slayer, the creators of this realm. Two hands of one god, still a child, who sees Creation as nothing but a plaything. By one hand he creates, and another, he destroys. One hand guides his mind, the other seeks to drive him off the precipice. One hand drags these demons into this place, the other strikes them down. Again, and again, and again, as surely as the turning of time, and the passing of the ages of Hell itself. He is their Father, Slayer. Father and Dark Lord both. The urge to create, the urge to destroy, combined into one unholy beast.
You reach for your Crucible, Slayer. We cannot blame you. There are many here who wield blades. So many that their fellow murderers are agitated. In time, they would slaughter themselves, drenching these realms in the blood of those long fallen. In time, this place would crumble into dust. But time…is not on your side. You must end this madness now, Slayer. Walk the bloody path, alone, as you have always done. Be the harbinger of our wrath. Let them know that their madness is at an end. That you are our herald, and that your name is Doom.
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…still you hesitate? Why, Slayer? What possible cause have you to…ah. Yes. Your weapons. Forever lost, I'm afraid. Be it the shotgun of your spite, or the flamer of your hate, or the green, pulsating singularity of your ravenous ire. Gone forever, never to be reclaimed. Here, in this place, you have only your fists. You are as you were, when brought into the land of Argent D'Nur. Weaponless. A gladiator, thrown into the pit with others doomed to fight and die.
But you are not directionless here, Slayer. You know whose necks you must break, whose hearts you must rip out. By a mad god's hand this place was created, and by your own hands, it shall end.
Go, Slayer. Mistake not the dying of the fire for weakness. A keyblade has opened a door between worlds, and at last, opportunity is at hand for cleansing. Strike with your rage, Slayer, and combine it with our justice. Leave no stone upon stone. Shatter this god's dreams, and haunt his warrior's nightmares. Let your name be burnt upon their tongues, so that unto the ending of the world, it shall still be smouldering upon them. Leave not a single demon alive, Slayer. Through this ultimate battle, in the melee of your madness, shall this be more than petty brawl.
Go forth, Slayer. And do not forget our final command. To do what you were made to do. To do what your shadow could not.
Rip and tear.
Until it is done.
A/N
So the Doom Slayer is available as a Mii fighter. Neat, I guess.
Anyway, drabbled this up.