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Bold-My Own Words

Bold & Italic-Locations, Time & Calendar

"Bold"-Demon/Deity Speech

'Bold'-Demon/Deity Thinking

Normal-Narrative

"Normal"-Person Speaking

'Normal'-Thoughts

"Italic"-Foreign Language

'Italic'-Radio Chatter

/Italic\-AI/Computer typing


Theme Song for Chapter:

"Rust, Dust & Guts" from the Doom (2016) Album

Battle Song for Chapter:

'Rip & Tear' from Doom (2016) via CaptainCornhole on Youtube. (Different from Album Version)


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/Memoir Log; Doctor Malcolm Betruger; July 4, 2498\

'I've been reassigned to a new project. What exactly, I don't know yet. All I know is that it's located on the Sprawl. 'Sighs' Wonderful. So I'll basically be right in the middle of Unitologist territory. I still fail to understand how this cult has become so damn popular. Though I myself don't believe in a god anymore, I can't help but be disgusted with the way they treat people of other religious faiths. It's outright despicable and horrendous.

But I digress. Perhaps this will be a step up in my career. We'll have to wait and see.'

/Memoir Log; Doctor Malcolm Betruger; November 16, 2500\

'This is the first chance I've gotten to record my thoughts. The past 5 months have been... hectic and, well... interesting. I initially thought I was sent here to the Sprawl in order to help study and conduct research into the Markers, but that's not the case at all. What I was brought to was a man's corpse laying within a stasis pod, but he was unlike anything I had ever seen before. He was massive, easily a foot taller than most men, and had all kinds of scars and burns dotting his body, and a good portion of the side of his head had apparently been shot off, or something. But the most prominent thing was what looked like a massive tattoo on his back that was in the shape of a red cross surrounded by all kinds of strange... symbols if I had to guess.

It was one of the oddest things I had ever seen. Why were the Unitologist keeping such a man in stasis? Were they studying the body? Experimenting? I asked them what was so special about the body, but received a vague answer, that they had been studying him for some time, and instead was told to conduct research on his blood and anatomy. I was also... advised to not ask too many questions. 'Snorts' Advised. Right.

I may new to this 'project' and to this sort of research, but I'm not daft. I know a damn threat when I hear it.

/Memoir Log; Doctor Malcolm Betruger; September 13, 2505\

'It's... it's been so long since I've been able to record. I can't sneak away anymore. This man, this... thing they have us studying. I initially believed he was dead, the Unitologist wouldn't allow us to stick sensor equipment into him but... well, we snuck in a screening, and we discovered that his nervous system and blood stream was surging in Argent Energy. Not only that, the man was alive. Somehow, the Argent Energy was slowly but surely repairing the damage to his skull and brain.

This shouldn't be possible. As I recall, every testing of Argent on living beings either resulted in a gruesome death, or something much worse. Yet this man seems to be merely brain dead, and even then I'm not sure how much longer he'll stay that way. Every week we see a slight increase in brain activity, the neurons slowly being repaired and brought back to life. Another incredible discovery, though we're still not sure it's authenticity, is that this man's body doesn't age. There is no sign of decay or aging within his body. If our analysis of his blood is correct, this man is centuries if not eons old.

How is this possible? What the hell is this man?! Is he really even human? I must learn more about him. I've gained a lead, rumors, and legends that may be related to the man here. But I must be careful. They're watching me. They suspect me.

/Memoir Log; Doctor Malcolm Betruger; February 5, 2511\

Everything that I've uncovered... It's... I don't even know where to begin. The Unitologist are on to me; that I'm certain. Soon enough, they'll come for me. They've been dabbling in things no man should ever touch. I've even heard rumors they were trying to build a marker. Turns out... they HAVE built one. But I was contacted by a Doctor Samuel Hayden of all people. The data he sent me, the files, the artifacts, everything. I know what I must do, but I don't know if I should.

May God have mercy on us, for he won't.


Where was he? Was this a dream? Everything was hazy, blurred, and unclear, but he could see well enough to tell where he was, or at least what was around him. All around him he saw rolling hills and fields of tall grass. The sky was a deathly red color, giving a dark and eerie vibe. But smoke and embers were dancing in the sky, coming from behind him as it rose up. Turning around, he could see he was overlooking a Cliffside, and in the distance was a walled city. The city was burning, great fires rising up and entire blocks destroyed and ruined.

This all seemed familiar.

The ground suddenly shook, as something appeared behind the city. A towering leviathan, hundreds of meters tall, marched forward, it's physique blurred and obscured by the smoke, twin pale eyes glowing within the smoke, four arms with glowing red hands. A thunderous bellow rung out, shaking the very earth as the monstrous being slammed on of its fists into the city, kicking up dozens of buildings and earth with each swipe. Legions of demonic creatures could be seen marching forth, ready for the slaughter.

Screams, both human and demon, could be heard as the apocalypse commence.

"They are rage... brutal, without mercy..."

He looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. But couldn't see anyone.

"But you... you will be worse..."

Suddenly it sounded like whoever was talking was right behind him. Quickly turning, he found himself face to face with a massive being floating before him, surrounded and obscured by a bright aura of heavenly light. The being grasped him by the head with some sort of appendages wrapped tightly around his head. It 'looked' him directly in the eyes as it spoke.

"Rip and Tear, until it is done..."

A blinding light suddenly consumed his vision.


He slowly opened his eyes, only to find his vision blurred, with several bright lights aimed at him. He blinked several times, trying to clear it, but to no avail. Where was he? What's going on? And why the fuck did his head hurt? He tried to recall, but his memories were hazy. He couldn't remember. He barely recalled his own name. He weakly tried to move, but he must be restrained or something.

He heard a voice speak up over some communications system.

'This is Director Tiedemann, Martial Law has been declared. All Security Personnel are to suit up and report immediately. I am ordering a full evacuation of the Sprawl. This is not a drill. Thank you.'

He could hear voices around him, alarms blaring.

"Doctor Betruger, come on! We have to go!"

"Not yet! We can't just leave the patient here! Go ahead without me!"

"No!"

Who the hell was around him? He could hear all kinds of people running about, frantically shouting. Something must be happening. Something bad.

"Ophelia, this isn't the time to argue! The damn Unitologist, or worse those things, will be here any minute!"

"All the more reason to leave now!"

"I can't, Samuel! Not until I'm finished with him!"

"Why?!"

He heard someone breathing next to him, out of breath. He looked over to see an older man in some kind of white suit removing the restraints. He heard the man faintly whisper, "Because he may very well our only hope."

Suddenly he saw some kind of screen 'ping' and pop up next to the doctor's head, followed by someone frantically shouting, 'Doc, DOC! They're here! Get ou-' It was cut off quickly by a gunshot, which was quickly followed by several more and people screaming.

"Dammit, no!" The doctor cursed. "Samuel, go get the orb. Quickly! Everyone else, get out of here, now! The damn cultists are here!"

The gunshots and screams were getting closer. His vision was slowly returned, allowing him to see he was in a medical room of some kind. People were frantically running about. The doctor continued to remove his restraints, shutting off various machines and removing various needles and devices that were attached to him. In the distance, a set of doors opened, followed quickly by the sounds of sporadic gunfire and people screaming.

"Heretics! Altman be praised!" Someone shouted out, followed by a gunshot.

That phrase... it sounded familiar, he couldn't quite place it. But, for some reason, it pissed him off.

Someone came running into the room with something glowing red, some kind of orb, in his hands, but suddenly his chest erupted into a gory mist as a shotgun roared out, before toppling to the ground. "Samuel!" The doctor cried out, before running over and grabbing the glowing orb. He moved to run back over to him, but a burst of red mist erupted from his back, falling and losing his grip on the orb. The nurse, Ophelia, shrieked, before running over to him, dragging him into cover.


Growling, he weakly rose from the bed and rolled off onto the floor. Seeing the red orb in front of him, he heard the older man gasp out, looking over as he spoke, "Take it... crush it..." He looked back at the orb, glowing a vibrant red and orange coloration, feeling a strange pull to the orb, as if it was calling to him. Reaching out and grasping it in his hand, the energy within felt very familiar. Very dark.

Evil... Hellish... Hell Energy!

He crushed the glass container, as the hell energy surged through him.

Suddenly, his body was covered in hell energy, as the wounds of the past were slowly healed. A red pentagram formed underneath him, with hell energy surging from it and coating the room in an eerie red glow. His head throbbed in agony and he roared out as the damage was healed, memories flooding back to him, some clearer than others.


(Begin Song- 'Rip & Tear' from Doom (2016) via CaptainCornhole on Youtube. (Different from Album Version)

A city burning, the sky thick with smoke and fire. Screams, both human and inhuman, filled the air.

A massive battle involving himself and tens of thousands of hellspawn on a fiery, lava-filled plain, with himself standing atop a pile of hellspawn. A massive demon approaches to challenge him. The Titan. Being sealed away by the demon priests.

Various battles with hellspawn at various human facilities.

Charon Research Facility.

"After all..."

A woman, like him, aiming his pistol at him.

"You turned me into this." BANG!

The marker. The Unitologists worshipping it.

"Altman be praised." a demonic voice echoed along with the cultists, followed by hellish cackling.


As his memories came back, so did his anger. His rage. His hate. Hell energy surged around him as his fury increased, before fading away along with the pentagram. He hadn't retained all of his memories, but he remembered enough. His name. His purpose. Hell. The Hellspawn. Charon Facility. Those rock worshipping cunts. That bitch with the hell marking on her forehead...

They were all going to die.

He heard someone enter the room and the telltale sound of a shotgun pumping. Looking up, he saw a suited individual, solid black RIG suit with red markings of some sort on the shoulders and chest. He also saw a massive red marker painted onto the chest.

A Unitologist.

"Altman be praised. I found the Abomination." The militiaman said as he raised his shotgun, preparing to end the heathens' lives. He never got the chance.

(Rip & Tear- 1:01)

Enraged, the Doom Slayer bellowed out in fury and charged forward, grasping the militant by the neck with one hand, tearing off the man's arm with the weapon still attached to his other. Roaring out, he slammed the militant hard onto the bed, the cultist screaming, both in pain and terror, as he desperately clawed at him trying to break his hold. The Doom Slayer merely proceeded to tear out the man's throat with his bare hand, before caving in the man's chest with a vicious curb stomp, with enough force to bend the foot of the bed and slam it back into the counter behind it. Blood sprayed everywhere, coating the bed and counters in gore. Betruger and Ophelia stared in horror at the man's savagery.

Picking up the shotgun, he inspected it and discovered, to his devious glee, that it was some sort of double-barrel pump action shotgun, with a sleek design, gray coating, a foregrip on the front, and twin lasers coming out from underneath the barrels to assist with aiming. He grinned, already loving what he saw.

"What's happening? Brother Tallis?" a militant shouted from outside the room. The Hellwalker merely snorted, calming walking towards the door to come face to face with 6 other militants. The militants were caught off guard by the appearance of a massive 7' tall man, clad in nothing but a mere set of gray pants, all kinds of scars and burn marks visible across his body.

Lambs to the slaughter.

Stepping out of the room, the Hellwalker merely pumped fresh shells into his new shotgun as he glared at the militants. "Don't worry," He spoke, as he donned a hellish grin, "you'll be joining him soon enough."

"The Abomination!" One of the Militants shouted as they raised their shotguns to fire, but he was quicker as he lunged forward and fired off two shots in quick succession, tearing into two militants as the rest were quick to scatter, firing their shotguns at the monster before them, but the Doom Slayer expertly evaded their shots, returning fire and quickly slamming into one of the militants, sweeping the legs out from under her before slamming her skull into the floor with a descending fist, crushing it.

He suddenly growled out as a buckshot hit him in the back of the chest, blood dripping out of the wounds. He quickly turned around and fired both barrels at the offending militant, tearing open his chest as the twin 12 gauge rounds struck home. Leaping over a station, he charged another militant and slammed his fist into the man's skull, crumpling the man. As the man attempted to kick him, but the Hellwalker crushed the joint with a vicious curb stomp, then grabbed the man's head before ripping it off with his bare hands.

"Die, Blasphemer!" The last militant shout as he fired round after round at the Slayer, who simply chuckled and said, "Head's up." before throwing the head of his comrade at him. The head slammed into him harder than he expected, throwing him off for a second, but it was all the Scourge of Hell needed, as the next thing the militant knew, he was right in front of him. Panicking, he turned to aim but has his weapon and the arm holding it torn apart from a point-blank shot.

He barely had time to scream out, as the Doom Slayer snaked an arm in between his legs and grabbed his shoulder with the other one, as he hoisted the militant up and over him before slamming him on the ground, fracturing his armor, and a few bones, in several places. The wind knocked out of him, the militant wheezed out as the Doom Slayer grabbed him by the neck and looked him in the eyes.

(Song Fades Out)

"Where is it?" The Hellwalker asked, or rather demanded. "Where's that fucking rock?"

"To hell with you, Abomination! I would rather die! Transcendence awaits me! Oblivi-" He never got to finish his rant as the Doom Slayer crushed his neck and tossed him aside. He grunted in irritation. Where was he? Last thing he remembered was that he was on Charon at their research facility, getting shot in the head by that bitch who served Hell. And what happened to that fucking rock, the marker? If some religious nuts were willing to fight him to acquire it, then that alone was enough for him to know it was bad news for humanity.

Glancing back, he saw the doctor and the nurse stepping out, the woman staring in horror at his handiwork. The doctor, however, was staring at the massive... tattoo?... on his back. A massive red cross in front of an angelic being with massive wings, the display slightly deformed by burns and scars, with several symbols surrounding it along with what looked like letters at the top, the language looking familiar but he wasn't sure which.

Chociażbym chodził ciemną doliną cienia śmierci, nie będę się bał złego.

Wieczne zwycięstwo w imię Boga. Amen.

He turned around and faced them, causing the nurse to step back hesitantly, never releasing her grip on the doctor, who seemed barely able to stand, blood staining the left side his outfit. He might not survive unless it was properly treated. But first things first.

"Where am I?" He demanded. "Titan Station. It's February 7th, 2511 and you've-" The nurse started, but was cut off. So it's been nearly 150 years. Okay, so what the fuck was happening? "Why am I here?"

"You've been in a coma for at least as long as we've been here, though we don't know-"

"What's happening and why? Make it short." The Doom Slayer's patience was wearing out. Normally everyone was dead by the time he showed up to fix whatever clusterfuck has occurred, so his social skills weren't exactly top notch.

The doctor cleared his throat, coughing slightly before speaking, "T-there's been an outbreak. An evacuation has been ordered, but tens of thousands are already dead..."

"Hell." The Hellwalker snarled out. How many times were these fuckers going to mess with Hell? Every time-

"No. Not Hellspawn, but something nearly as bad."

His eyes narrowed. In the eons, he's been around and of all the nasty fucking things he's battled and killed, there were very few he would ever consider even nearly as bad as Hell. So either this guys was just in shock and exaggerating the threat, which wouldn't be absurd at all, or some really bad shit is about to go down.

"What exactly?"

"It started about six months ago when Director Tiedemann finished building that damn Marker. People suddenly started suffering from hallucinations, severe schizophrenia, and outright insanity. People started mutilating and killing themselves, or each other." He grunted. Of course, some idiot built a Marker. Why else would these rock worshipping fucktards go around killing everyone?

The Doctor continued, "And then, just a yesterday, these things started appearing. I don't know how, but that damn Marker is somehow the cause of the outbreak and now the infestation is reac-" Doctor Betruger stopped as he saw the Doom Slayer suddenly hold up a hand and started walking towards them, "Where is it?"

"Likely in the Government Sector, in the center of the station."

The Doom Slayer looked around the room as if noticing something, before asking, "The Praetor Suit?"

"I'm sorry?"

He received a threatening growl and a glare as a response, "My suit. Where?"

"I-I never once saw a suit here. The focus of our research was you. If you came here with a suit, I never saw it once. None of us did." Betruger quickly answered.

The Doom Slayer growled in annoyance, "Fuck." pondering for a second, he asked finally, "Where can I get some armor?"

Betruger was thinking to remember where it was, but Ophelia answered, "T-there's one, a RIG Kiosk in the Residential Area, Titan Heights. It's maybe 20 minutes of walking from here."


Suddenly, the lights went out, emergency lighting coming on, faint orange light that barely illuminated the room in some areas. 'Biohazardous signs detected; Lockdown initiated. Quarantine in effect.' Came the automated voice over the speakers. The Doom Slayer narrowed his eyes as he scanned the room, growling softly in irritation.

"They're here?!" Ophelia gasped, scanning the room nervously, "I thought they were contained in the lower precincts."

"They must have gotten loose. Why else would Tiedemann order a full-scale evacuation? But to spread so quickly..." Betruger softly replied.

They? The doc and nurse must be referring to whatever this outbreak is. He didn't see anything in the room, aside from the dead corpses. Regardless, they needed to leave. The Hellwalker growled softly and looked back to the couple, "We're leaving, now."

"What? How?! Neither of use has authorization to override the lockdown." Ophelia explained. "Besides, Doctor Betruger is in no condition to be moved. He needs medical treatment."

The Doom Slayer snorted, doubting the door could withstand his... 'persuasive touch.'

Almost as if to emphasize her point, the doctor coughed up some blood, groaning slightly before saying, "No. Forget about me. You need to get out of here, Ophelia."

"I'm not leaving you here!"

"You must! I would only slow you down in my state." He looked at her, his wrinkled face pleaded with her to go without him.

The Doom Slayer turned though, faintly hearing something climbing around in the air ducts and vents. He scanned the room once more, again nothing was in here, but they definitely weren't alone. He snarled as he heard more faint shuffling and thumps coming from the vents, all the while the two behind were continuing to argue.

As he got ready to tell them to shut up, it happened. The vent above him and behind the two medical staff burst open, with each one having some nasty looking, in his opinion, ugly as fuck bat looking creature screeching as they burst out, launching themselves at the nearest target. The Doom Slayer was quick though and blew the creature above to piece via double barrel blast.

He wasn't quick enough, though, to stop the other one as it latched on the screaming nurse and impaled her with some sort of proboscis looking thing blood erupting from her chest. As the doctor, having been thrown to the floor, cried out over his slain assistant, the Slayer rushed over just as the creature stabbed its proboscis into the nurse's forehead. The creature screeched as he grabbed it and tore it off, before slamming it into the counter, tearing the creature in half from the force.


He felt someone grab him and to his surprise, saw the nurse staring at him groaning in pain, twitching and shaking uncontrollably as her body started going under a horrid transformation. The skin on her face started to peel off, the muscles twisted and mutating. The muscles and tissue on her jaws slide off, revealing bones that start to grow fangs. Blood oozed and leaked out as skin was either peeled off or torn as the muscles and bones underwent change. An eyeball popped out as a pair of tentacles wiggled from the eye socket. Blood erupted from her back as two massive arms spurted out, each one equipped with a long boney blade. Grasping at his head with her 'original' hands, the now transformed nurse growls and roars at him, her lower jaw splitting in two with fangs protruding from them.

The Doom Slayer responds by jamming both barrels into her mouth and blasting her head apart in spectacular fashion, sending the corpse flying back into the counter behind.

Pumping fresh shells into his shotgun, he spoke, "Fuck you." But quickly backed up as the corpse rose once more and tried to slash him with its new slashers. He fired again into its chest, blasting apart the original arms and tearing gaping holes into its stomach, with parts of the intestine sliding out, but otherwise, the creature seemed unfazed and growled at him as it attacked again. Snarling, he pumped again and fired two more shots into the creature, tearing into its torso and ripping off what remained of its arms.

"The limbs! Tear off its limbs! It's the only way to kill them!" The doctor cried out. The Doom Slayer paused, then smiled.

Rip and tear, huh? He could definitely do that.

Charging forward, he drops the shotgun and slammed his fist into its chest, caving it in and grabbing the exposed ribs before grabbing one of its slasher arms with his other hand and tearing it off. Sure enough, the 'slasher' seemed to growl in pain and tried to get him off. He replied by taking the newfound weapon and striking the monster with it, slicing right through its chest and tearing off its other arm, blood spurting everywhere from the wounds. The slasher gave out what he could only describe as a death cry before toppling over.

It didn't get back up.

Satisfied that the creature was dead, he channeled hell energy and summoned the shotgun back into his hands, just as a couple more vents burst and out came a dozen more 'slashers' along with a couple of the bat-looking 'infector' things. Looking around as they surround the two, the Doom Slayer merely smiled menacingly as he pumped fresh shells into his shotgun.

"Who's first?"

February 7, 2511
Sol System
Saturn's Orbit
Titan Station
Titan Memorial Medical Center
Psychiatric Ward

"Iiiiiissaaac..."

He shooked his head, trying to remember more clearly who it was that was calling him, but only received vague images, memories of recent events. Several interviews with doctors and physicians. All asking about the same thing.

"What did you see, Issac? What did you find there?"

"Iiiiiiisssaaaac..."

His breathing became heavy, twisted images plaguing his minds. Horrid abominations... Death everywhere... A Marker... A blonde hair corpse staring at him glowing lifeless eyes, blood stains all over her face and body. Suddenly, the woman grabbed him and screamed, the bright light consuming his vision.

"ISSAC!"

He suddenly came back to reality. He was sitting in a small cell, walls all around him. And somebody was shining a light in his face. Checking him over, the man spoke, "Issac. Issac?" he snaps his fingers in front of him, "Can you hear me?"

Issac... his name. Issac Clarke. He remembers. Issac weakly shook his head, his mind still groggy and dazed. Has he been drugged? What was going on? Why couldn't he move his arms? The man snapped the flashlight onto his shoulder and spoke into his comm system, "Daina, I found Issac Clarke. Repeat, I have him."

'Great work, Franco. Be careful, he's been out a long time.'

Franco slowly and carefully helps Issac stand up, "Good, steady. Steady." He looked over the suit Issac was in, "We need to get you out of this straight jacket."

"Where... where am I?" Issac managed out.

In the distance, something bellowed out, causing Franco to look back. Seeing nothing behind them, he turned back to Issac. "Alright, I know you're confused right now. I can explain everything, but you've gotta trust me, okay?" He didn't see it, but behind them, Issac saw the hallway glow menacingly red, a faint thump or boom being heard. "Listen..." He could hear something approaching the room, "You're in terrible..."

Franco was never able to finish that sentence, as something massive growled and grabbed both of them, tossing Issac out and slamming him into a wall. Shaking his head and looking up, he saw what he could swear was Satan himself roaring out.

A massive towering monster, easily 20 feet tall, with pinkish skin and goat-like legs. Its mouth was filled with jagged teeth and rotting flesh, while its head had two massive horns jutting out. Two glowing green eyes glared at Franco, who was held in its claws. Screaming, Franco thrashed trying to get out of its grasp as the monster picked him up and bit into his shoulder, tearing out his arm and devouring it. Franco's screams went unanswered by the beast as it bit off another chunk of flesh from his side, before finally biting down on the poor man's head and tearing it off, swallowing it whole.

As Issac got up, it stopped eating and stared at him, growling lowly before tossing the half-eaten corpse and roaring as it charged after him.

"FUCK!" Issac ran for his life as the creature chased after him, bellowing the entire time. But the monster was too massive to fit perfectly in the hallway, so it couldn't move as well as it actually could. All around him, Issac saw what could only be described as a living hell. Necromorphs and other monsters suddenly starting appearing form seeming nowhere and started battling, thrashing, stabbing, and biting into one another. Some of the monsters were throwing strange fiery balls energy at the Necromorphs, who would be torn apart by the balls of energy. The Necromorphs were fighting savagely, but the other monsters were clearly more vicious and were winning. In the other cells, he could see Necromorphs and the other horrid monsters either killing or feasting on the patients that occupied them. Above the cells, a small impish looking creature hanging from the ceiling, which seemed to make up the majority of the monsters, was cackling manically at the carnage around it.

Issac continued running as best he could, with 'Satan' still following him, tearing apart a couple slashers that dared tried to get in its way and tearing into the structure of the room as it pursued him, roaring and bellowing the entire time. At the end of the hallway, Issac could see a door, far too small for the monster to follow through. He sprinted, narrowly dodging a swipe from a Necromorph as he dove for the door, just as the monster grasped for him, only to stop short due to being too large to fit through.

Picking himself back up, he ran down the room, barely avoiding a swipe from the monster who bellowed out in anger at its prey escaping. Issac didn't stop though, continuing to run as he knew the other nightmares back there could still follow and chase after him. Turning a corner, he ran past another set of cells but stopped when a slasher burst out of one of the open rooms, cutting off his escape route.

The Necromorph growled and roared as it staggered towards him. He had nowhere to go, as he definitely couldn't go back. But, salvation strangely came in the form of another one of those imp creatures coming in behind him, hissing and snarling at the Necromorph before surging forward and tackling it. The two monsters slashed and tore into one another, apparently seeing each other as the bigger threat than Issac.

Issac, seeing his chance, quickly ran past the two, but gasped out as he was slashed in the back of the thigh by the slasher's random swipes. Hobbling forward he saw the door ahead of him getting ready to close and dove through just as they closed behind him. On the other side of the door, he could still hear the creatures battling it out. But nothing was present in this room, meaning he was safe for the moment.

Breathing heavily, and wincing at the pain in his thigh, he spoke out, "Christ, what the fuck was those things?"

He wasn't expecting someone to answer, "Good question." He quickly turned around and saw a woman with strange, glowing red eyes standing before him smirking.

Standing up, he asked, "Who're you?"


*The Double-Barrel Pump Action Shotgun, which will be referred to as the MTS/DB-45 (Military Tactical Shotgun/Double-Barrel) or Combat Shotgun, is based on and inspired by the Standard Manufacturing Company DP-12 Shotgun.

And that's it for this chapter. I'm so sorry that it took so long to get out, I've had a ton of things just not going my way lately or being thrown onto me and I just haven't had time to write like I've wanted. But as you can see, shit's now starting to go down on Titan Station. Why is Doom Slayer on Titan Station? Why are there Demons here, too? Will Issac and the Doom Slayer survive this nightmare? All will be answered in due time. Hope you enjoyed the chapter and I'll see you next time!

-Azores