Hello followers of this disappointment of a fan fiction writer, I've come back to write a better story with elements of the past along with inspiration of the future.

CHAPTER 1

It's a chilly night around a large two-story house in Royal Woods that houses the only large family that brings honor to its name, the Loud House.

The house seems calm and peaceful as the family of thirteen are resting for another day of shenanigans that the mostly female ruled family will more than likely end up with a complaint of many neighbors.

In a small Lenin closet/bedroom lies our focus for this story, Lincoln Loud, AKA the Man with a Plan, he is resting from the many tasks he will and did for his sisters every day.

The boy that's sleeping looks peaceful and happy, unable to comprehend that a certain god is going to rip and tear this boy and make him into a ruthless, brutal, emotionless, killing legend that will save the multiverse.

A red portal appears inside the boys room as a tall soldier with only a pair of leather gloves, green t-shirt, military pants, tactical boots, and a steel visor exits the portal.

The man looks as if he's been mauled by animals and injured by weapons that leave an energy residue. "Rip...And... Tear...Demons...must Kill...Them all." The man said as he struggled to stay standing in his mortality injured body.

Then the man saw the small child inside his bed, his white hair and small physic reminds him of a pet that seemed to only appear when he is about to collapse to push him through another fight with the spawns of hell.

The man reached out and brushed the boys hair like how he used to with his rabbit, daisy, and just as genital.

The man seemed to illuminate the room as his broken and battle worn body was absorbed into the boy, then just as the man appeared inside the room a portal spawned underneath this boy and whisked him away not to be seen in this world until the invasion of hell in the very near future.

-Inside Lincoln's Mind-

The surroundings were once filled with magical and enchanting dreams bred from the young boys vivid imagination was now filled with a white room with a table that held an assortment of weaponry.

The boy awoke inside this space with a hint of fear until he realized that he was asleep and was probably inside his room, curiosity led him to the only thing inside the room caused him to try picking up a weapon.

unexpectedly the weapon on the table couldn't even be lifted or moved if he tried to push it off, "Young man, heed my words for it will lead you to bringing prosperity or destruction onto your universe." Spoke a disembodied voice inside the room.

Lincoln surprised at this voice decided to listen for when he wakes up, he would just forget this dream after a day with his sisters.

"The realm of hell has penetrated the fabric of reality to destroy the realm of creation. I alone in my reality was able to last thousands of years inside that realm Ripping and tearing my way through hordes of demons."

the voice paused in his story as the boy raised his hand as if he's inside a classroom.

"Who are you, how have you lived that long, what do these 'demons' look like, and what does this have to do with me?" Lincoln asked as soon he felt he could speak, might as well see how his mind piece these events together.

"It's been years since I had to use my name, but from the demons I got the name 'Slayer', the reason I was able to live this long may have to do with my rage and anger that the realm of demons are attuned with that gives them power, the demons are different in aspects you wouldn't be able to comprehend in a short time, and it seems the energy that I had collected has been transferred into you along with it my body tempered, refined, and honed from countless years of combat with these abominations." Lincoln shocked at this information drop was barely able to comprehend anything was thrown for another loop as 'Slayer' started to continue with an explanation.

"After my latest and longest battle to date two portals appeared Infront of me, red and blue to be precise, the only portal I had seen before those was the red one that allowed me to enter that realm of Sulphur and brimstone.

Thinking it will drop me into my world I entered a small room with a child inside it, your appearance reminded me of something precious to me that helped to keep me from going insane in that hell scape.

I tussled your hair to have that fleeting feeling of comfort that I was transported into your body and are now inside a portal."

Another information drop that caused him to lean against the table, Lincoln needed a moment to gather himself and sort out the information that was given to him.

"what am I doing here then?" Lincoln asked because he just hurt his rib from slamming into the table, putting it into perspective that he wasn't merely dreaming.

"Due to you gaining the power of my physical body and having the ability to gather the energy from me you need to adapt to it mentally so that you won't injure or kill yourself when you are forced to defend yourself from outside threats.

Now I won't just have you trying to kill the demons first, but I need you to adapt quickly so from now until we arrive at our destination, I will train you from my experience in each stage that I had to for years.

Afterwards I will simultaneously introduced demons with combat knowledge to increase your mental performance so in the case that your body isn't keeping up with you it can be further hone."

Without much warning a tall young man in a private uniform appeared and started to go through battle stances and after a set it would repeat, taking a guess Lincoln followed along at first getting it wrong in the first set and the beginning of the second pain appeared where his form was bad. Slight sting in some areas and blinding pain in others he was able to correct most of it after the fourth set and the pain was now just slight sting in areas that he still needed to work on.

From then on, he not only trained his mental fortitude but also his pain tolerance and endurance, from stance to stance he learned the basics of hand-to-hand combat and the many branches that delve into weapons that where on the table.

Instead of technique and grace from T.V. or movies he learned how to be brutal and efficient with them so that he always made a sure kill every time.

After the basics and inhuman combat abilities came his first time seeing a demon. "That is called an imp basic cannon fodder of the demon race, while dumb and unable to truly subdue or kill an opponent they come in pacts and swarm so that the truly dangerous demons come into the battle to finish them off...get ready kid because from hear on the training wheels are off...good luck."

from then on came Lincoln's true training against hell's army and the horrors that will befall many worlds if he fails to train his skills to that of a legendary warrior that will be known across the cosmos and multi-verse as the 'DOOM SLAYER, THE KAN MAKERS ENFORCER, GUARDIAN OF HUMANITY, AND DEATH INCARNATION OF HELL'

-LOUD HOUSE MORNING

Inside this home of now twelve will have a horrifying and worrying day for many days to come due to the disappearance of the middle child of the family.

Unknown to them while it will be hard and painful to go on with a piece of them gone without a trace, that with his return to this home in the future he will bring about salvation to this world and along with it a surprise.

-Unknown-

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"we found him in the valley..." a muffled voice was heard.

"while extremely injured he had no weapon and only had this..." with a brief glimpse a helm with a see-through visor appeared.

"Demons... Must...Kill...Guts...Blood...Must kill them...ALL!" roared a young voice that betrayed the killing intent and murderous red gleam inside his blue eyes.

"While young this boy has seen combat, let him be judged like the others take him to the grounds to be tested..."

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"RIP...AND... TEAR!"

Hi everyone its been a minute since I posted anything on here so I came up with a challenge or project for a lot of combat or lemon author's out their to use a mix of Doom and loud house or anything else that will go with Doom.

also I won't really read any comments for this and will take everything down from past stories besides the pirate theme. that one will be revised