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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:

"Argent Combat" from the Doom (2016) via CaptainCornhole on Youtube.

Battle Song for Chapter:

"Flesh & Metal" from Doom (2016) via CaptainCornhole on Youtube. (Different from Album Version)


(Begin song- 'Flesh & Metal' from Doom (2016) via CaptainCornhole.)

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

The slasher snarled defiantly before being blasted apart by twin shotgun rounds, its torso exploding into a gory mist. Another one tried to pounce on his back, but the Doom Slayer responded with a solid right hook to its face, slamming it into the ground before tearing off its arm and slicing its legs off. He took the appendage and impaled another slasher on the blade before throwing it and impaling another one into the wall, the two Necromorphs squirming as they tried to free themselves. A double-barrel blast quickly stopped that.

Pumping the shotgun, he fired again, cutting down two more slashers before barreling into another and crushing it on one of the room's counters.

Seeing another slasher trying to come in behind him, he turned and blasted off its right arm, before digging his hands into its gut. Grinning, he lifted the creature up and with a sickening wet tearing sound, tore the Necromorph in half. The slashers around him roared and growled out as they closed in on him from all sides, viewing him the bigger threat of the two still living humans in the room. Persistent bastards. Smirking, he chuck the two halves of the dead slasher at separate Necromorphs, stunning one and toppling the other as the Hellwalker charged at a trio of the monsters to his left, blasting the closest one and kicking another one in the gut, making it double over. He blasted the last one's legs off and grabbed it by its blades, before swinging it over and slamming it into the stunned slasher, tearing the two creatures apart from the impact.

Pumping his shotgun again, he fired shot after shot into the horde of creatures around him, tearing apart the creatures in droves as they tried to swarm him. One got too close for comfort and he kicked its legs off from under it before crushing its chest with a stomp. He picked up another one and slammed it into two other, the blades one the creatures tearing each other apart.

As he broke free from the encirclement, he grunted as he felt a searing hot pain on his shoulder suddenly, glancing to see something that looked like stomach acid sizzling on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw one of the slashers, some woman variant that was missing her shirt, and most of her hair was spitting some kind of acidic wad at him. While nowhere near as painful or harmful as hellfire, it still hurt and was very fucking annoying. Growling, the Hellwalker dodged another glob of acid and crushed the slasher's skull, before tearing its torso apart with his bare hands.

"Fucking spit on me, bitch!" He snarled as he chucked the torso an incoming slasher, hitting it in the legs and toppling it. A quick shotgun blast ensured it didn't get back up.

He looked around, he saw one of the infectors making a beeline for Doctor Betruger, who was doing he best to stay out of sight. The Doom Slayer notice he was very pale, but push that thought aside. Nothing he could do right now except kill these things. Picking up a slasher blade, he threw it and speared the infector right on its back, impaling the creature on the floor. It screeched and wriggle about trying to get free, but the Slayer put an end to that thought with a shot from his shotgun.

As he continued slaughtering the undead nightmares, he couldn't help but let a dark, throaty laugh out. This was too fucking easy. Sure, these Necro-fucktards are durable, but other than that they don't really have anything special to them. They just surge forward and attack like a bunch of Unwilling, completely uncaring for casualty rates. Those blades of theirs, along with those wicked jaws and corrosive spit could do some damage, but he's faced far worse than these fuckers.

(The Unwilling are basically Hell's version of a zombie for those who don't know.)


As the Necromorphs prepared to attack once more, they stopped as a faint roar was hear from the vents, its source somewhere nearby. The Doom Slayer recognized the roar, and immediately growled out as it only confirmed his suspicions as more roars and shrieks echoed out. Someone... rather, something, was doing battle with the Necromorphs. The Necromorphs looked back towards where the roar had originated from, and almost as if some unspoken command had been given, started filing back through the various vents in the room, growling and snarling as they did so. Soon enough, the room was empty... save for the two humans and the dozens upon dozens of twisted and mutilated corpses that littered the room.

'Lockdown lifted.' Came the synthetic voice over the speaker system. His shoulder glowed as the hell energy healed the acid burn, leaving merely a red mark that quickly cleared up as the hell energy faded.

(Song Fades Out)

The Doom Slayer stared at his handiwork, satisfied but disappointed at the same time. While he did kill a good number of the assholes, he wasn't pleased that some managed to escape. All that meant was they were going to go terrorizing other parts of the station still untouched by the outbreak, or finish off any survivors held up and trapped.

All the more reason to find that fucking Marker and destroy it. He wasn't sure if that would stop the outbreak, but it's related to these things in anyway, it would do something, and that's better than nothing.


Turning around, he walked over to the doctor, who was sitting against the counter inside the small room. A pool of blood was slowly forming around him, his wrinkled face was pale, and his breathing was heavy. His outfit was stained with blood, both his own and that of others. The Doom Slayer knelt down and looked him over. He could already tell, though, that there wasn't anything he could do him.

"I'm having trouble breathing... punctured lung, perhaps. No medpack would fix that. I'd need surgery... I'm dying, aren't I?" Betruger weakly asked.

The Doom Slayer merely nodded, "I'm sorry." He looked around, seeing if there was at least something he could use that might help.

The doctor merely chuckled softly, "For what? You weren't the one who shot me. I was a dead man anyway..." He took in a couple deep breaths before continuing, "I knew too much. Even if I did manage to somehow escape the Unitologists, I doubt I would have gotten off the station with all these Necromorphs running about... I can't exactly run and gun like you..."

He'd be surprised if anyone could if he was honest. He was a bit of special case.

"But... in the end... it meant something, didn't it? We managed to wake you, so all hope... isn't lost..." Betruger coughed a couple times. Blood trickled out the corner of his mouth.

The Hellwalker thought for a moment, then spoke, "The Government Sector. You said that's where the Marker would likely be."

"If I had to wager any money on it, I'd say that's where Tiedemann placed it. It's the most secure part of this station."

"Tiedemann." He repeated the name.

"Hans Tiedemann. He's in charge of the colony... He isn't a bad or an evil man, he just-"

"Messed with something he should never have." The Slayer finished, sighing softly, "The road to Hell is usually paved with good intentions."

"Quite." Betruger chuckled, before entering another coughing fit. He was very weak now. Even so, he managed to look up the Hellwalker and speak, "I don't... know what your thoughts are regarding us... and I don't know if you really are who Hayden claimed you to be... but please..." He pleaded, "these people don't deserve this... Save them. If these monsters were to get loose on Mars or, god forbid, Earth..."

The Doom Slayer narrowed his eyes, "It's not going to happen."

Betruger smiled softly, breathing heavily as he fished something out of his pocket. Grasping it in his hand, he reached out and placed it in the Hellwalker's. Opening his hand, it revealed to be a necklace with an old Catholic Cross.

Staring at it, "Any faith I had in him died a long time ago." he remarked as he examined it.

Betruger snorted, "So did I, but... better to believe in something than nothing... So, I'll put my faith in you." He breathing was now starting to get weak, wheezing in shallow breaths. "B-before you go... would you please..."

Realizing what the doctor was asking for, the Doom Slayer merely nodded and grasped the doctor by the neck. As the doctor closed his eyes, the Doom Slayer simply said, "Thanks for waking me up, doctor." And with that, the Hellwalker quickly snapped Betruger's neck, killing him instantly. The doctor's body went limp in his grip, his head slumping down.

The Slayer stood up and looked at the cross in his hand, looking at it with disdain for the memories it brought back. Though tempted to just toss it aside, after a few moments, he channeled hell energy and sent it into the pocket dimension he keeps all of his stuff.

And with that out of the way, he turned and left the room. He had his mission, and no a damn thing was going to stop him.


Titan Memorial Medical Center
Psychiatric Ward

She stood propped up against the wall, wearing a sleek black and bluish RIG suit. She stood maybe 5'11, with silky black hair and strangely, red glowing eyes. She also had some kind of red symbol on her forehead, what exactly Isaac didn't know. Despite the gravity of their situation, she was strangely calm, holding an old paper book open in her hands. The Divine Comedy.

"Rough day, huh? And you only just got outta bed, too." She said nonchalantly, closing the book and tossing it aside. Walking forward, she grabbed Issac and to his amazement, slashed the arm restraints of his straight jacket with her bare hand, freeing his own. Without another word, she turned and started walking down the room.

"W-wait, who are you?" Isaac asked, but merely received a hand motioning him to follow. "Wait, hold on! What the hell's happening? Where am I?"

"Pretty obvious, don't you think? Necromorphs on the loose, people dying. Typical end of the world scenario. Etcetera, etcetera. As for Questions number 1 & 3, all in due time. For now, just come on." She looked back and arched an eyebrow, "Unless you want to go hang out with all the nice little monstrosities back there." Beside them, there were two beds set up with a body in each one, one of which had a heart monitor going beside it. Soon, the patient occupying it breathed out and the heart monitor flatlined. The woman made no notice of it and kept on walking. Reluctantly, Issac limped along, following since he didn't seem to have much of a choice.

Opening the door, the two rounded the corner, only to see two Titan Security Officers facing them at the far end of the room. "Clarke! Take 'em down!" They both raised their weapons to fire on the two, who both took cover but were barely able to get off a few shots before the doors on the left opened, a large muscular grey and reddish monster, with a bony face that had no visible eyes, barreling towards the two. As they turned to fire, it leaped into the air and slammed its fist into the ground, creating a shockwave that threw both the officers off their feet and sending the various wheelchairs and bed rollers in the room flying about.

The monster grabbed one officer by his arms and planted its foot on his chest, before tearing off the arms. The officer screamed bloody murder as the monster grabbed him by his head and lifted him up. The other officer got up, grabbed his pulse rifle and fired at the creature, hypersonic rounds slamming into the creature's side. It roared out as it turned towards him, snarling. Without even looking at the armless officer, he crushed the man's skull and tossed it aside before pouncing on the other officer, slashing the weapon away and pounding the man square in the head. His helmet cracked and shattered in a couple places as he was sent toppling to the floor.

The monster wasn't finished, and now thoroughly pissed off, it grabbed the officer by his leg and crushed his knee, before following it with a two-fisted slam square into the man chest, breaking several ribs. Grabbing the man by his leg once more, the monster dragged the screaming officer back through the door that it came through, bellowing out as the doors closed behind them, a locked symbol appearing on the door. Anguished screams and thunderous bellows echoed from behind the door.

Eventually, the screams stop and were followed by a heart monitor flatlining.

Overhead, the speakers came to life, 'This is Director Tiedemann to all project personnel. I want the key subjects terminated and the facility scrubbed. This is not a drill. Tiedemann, out.'


"What the fuck?" Isaac muttered out.

"I know, right?" the woman replied, "Hell Knights. Can't help playing with their food." She followed with, shaking her head as they walked over towards the two rifles.

"Hell Knight?" Isaac looked at her, dumbfounded. She didn't the least bit disturbed or bothered by everything going, and on top of that, she was making fucking jokes? Who the hell is she?

"Yeah, as in Hellspawn." she replied as she inspected one of the pulse rifle, whistling as she did so. Apparently satisfied with it, she held it over her shoulder while kicking the other one to Isaac. Kneeling down with his good leg, he picked up the weapon and inspected it, seeing it had 42 rounds left in the magazine. Limping over to the officer's corpse, he checked and found one extra magazine.

"Hellspawn..." Isaac repeated the word, trying to think where he's heard it before. But his memory was all jogged and distorted, everything a haze. "Alright, so who are you?"

"The name's Kara. I guess you could say I'm here to help you," she answered, walking up the stairs as she did so.

"Why? What's going on?"

"You were found adrift by Tiedemann 3 years ago and brought here to Titan Station. You had contracted something on Aegis VII, a unique but rather shitty reward for destroying that Marker."

So he was on the Sprawl. Okay, that's one questioned answered. But it's seriously been 3 years since Aegis VII? "What exactly?"

"The Marker, I guess as sort of a final 'fuck you' for destroying it, imprinted a self-replicating signal that's basically the blueprints for building more Markers. It's also given you a rather special case of dementia that's slowly killing you. The longer you're awake, the more the signal spreads. Tiedemann wants to make more Markers and harness their power, so when he found you, he had you committed here and drugged you with memory suppressants so that he could study you."

He paused as they entered the next room, a massive observation room with desks and work benches in the middle and 6 glass ceiling that doctors could use to look into patient cells and monitor them. Walking through the room, he saw that one of the desks had a video playing, showing a doctor, one he vaguely recognized, doing a patient interview with someone named Nolan Stross.

They paused momentarily at the sound of some monster bellowing in the distance but saw nothing living in the room.


After observing the room for a few moments, they stopped at a door, and Isaac finally broke the silence, "Why should I trust you?"

Kara arched an eyebrow at him, "Because I'm not the one shooting at you, for starters. Another is that regardless of whether or not you trust me, we both can agree that the Marker needs to be dealt with. As for your dementia, I certain someone can cure it, but-" She paused, looking back from where they had come from, frowning.

Isaac looked back, too, but didn't see anything following them. "What is it?"

Seemingly brought out of her thoughts, she quickly responded, "Nothing. Just something I need to go takes care of." She started to walk back but was grabbed on the shoulder by Isaac. "Wait, what?! We just got out of there, and suddenly you're going back? Why?! We should stick together." Isaac started to protest.

"Oh, don't worry, we'll meet up again. Also-" She pulled out a medpack and tossed it to him, "saw your RIG was red. Take it."

Isaac took the medpack and immediately administered it, relief filling his senses. He wasn't 100%, but he could put weight on his leg again without searing pain.

The door opened behind him, "Do me a favor while you're at it." Kara said. At the other side of the room, two of the glass ceilings burst, with two Hell Knights leaping through into the room. As both creatures growled and charged, Kara grasped him by the collar and tossed him through the door, "Try to stay alive!" she laughed as the door closed and locked, the sound of gunfire and bellowed echoing from the other side.

Isaac quickly got up and moved to see if he could get the door open, but the gunfire ceased after a few seconds, with only the sounds of the Hell Knights snarling on the other side being heard.


"Fuck." Isaac muttered, and seeing there was nothing he could do, started walking down the corridor. The speakers broadcasted again, 'This is Director Tiedemann to all project personnel. I want the key subjects terminated and the facility scrubbed. This is not a drill. Tiedemann, out.'

Scanning the room and satisfied to see nothing that looked like a vent, or at the very least something that a Necromorph could squeeze through, Isaac approached the other door and entered through. What he found on the other side wasn't pleasant.

The center of the observation room, overlooking a recreational area of sorts, was covered in blood, with the corpse of the very doctor from the video sprawled out in the center of a glowing... pentagram? The body was missing an arm and most of his guts, and eerily there was a message written in blood on the windows.

We're going to burn for what we've done.

Isaac took a deep breath and pushed forward, scanning with his pulse rifle anything that wasn't human. As he reached the center of the room, he noticed that the pentagram was actually radiating heat, almost as if it was on fire. He turned right and saw an unlocked locker in the back of the room. He walked over and opened it to find a flashlight and another medpack. He took both the items and placed them on his waist for later use.

As he turned and walked back to the window to leave the room, he saw movement and ducked barely in time to avoid a massive pinkish claw bursting through the window, a bellowing roar accompanying it. Crawling through the door, Isaac turned to see the massive beast glaring at him and grasping at him. 'Satan' had come back. It green eyes flaring in the light, the creature snarled as it shifted to try and reach him, its body too massive to fit through the door.

Isaac shouted and fired away with his pulse rifle, the hypersonic rounds slamming into its flesh as it roared, grasping and tearing chunks of the bulkhead out as it tried to reach him. The rounds didn't even seem to phase it, instead only pissing it off even further. Isaac continues to crawl back, trying to put as much distance between him and 'Satan' as possible. The monster's hand balls into a fist and suddenly glows green as it slams the fist down in front of Isaac, creating a small shockwave of green energy that knocks him back into the elevator door.

Frantically, he presses the button to call down the elevator as he continues firing his pulse rifle at the monster, focusing on its head. This seemed to do more damage, but the beast still kept struggling to reach him. Its hand glowed green again, but this time instead it tore into the bulkhead, slashing and tearing off more metal as it roared out. It reached out to grab him once more, its claws digging into the floor and leaving claw marks as it retracted the hand.

"Motherfucker, piss off already!" Isaac shouted as he emptied the clip in his pulse rifle, then reloaded the spare magazine. 50 rounds, that's all he had left. He needed to make them count. Steadying his breathing as best he could, he fired in short burst, trying to hit the monster in its eyes.

This seemed to work, as the creature flinched at a few near misses and bellowed out, swiping at him again before recoiling as one burst hit right under its left eye. It roared out in fury as it lost its footing and slide out some, grasping at the walls to stop its fall. Behind him, Isaac saw that the elevator had arrived. Not wasting time, he quickly entered and closed the elevator door. As the elevator ascended, he could hear 'Satan' bellowing out in anger.


Isaac let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, breathing heavily as his mind processed everything that had just happened. He was on Titan Station. There's been another Necromorph outbreak along with some new monsters that were fighting both the Necromorphs and killing humans. And once again, he was fighting for his very life.

He quickly administered the other medpack, restoring his health bars to their max. He checked his pulse rifle. 34 rounds left. Not good. He doubted there would be ammo lying around for a rifle, so he needed to find another weapon. There just might be a plasma cutter somewhere...

He jumped, startled, when he heard his RIG suit suddenly came to life, a screen popping up to show a woman speaking to him, "Clarke? Isaac Clarke, is that you?"


Titan Memorial Medical Center

As the Doom Slayer walked down the corridor, he could see into the windows at other rooms and areas of the hospital and see the carnage that had befallen it. Blood and gore were everywhere, corpse littering several, other mysteriously empty save for bloody hand and footprints. He growled out. The worst part was that these Necromorphs were all over the station. Every now and then one or two tried to pick a fight with him as he wondered the hospital, only to quickly and gruesomely learn that was a big mistake, not that they ever lived to regret it.

Looking around at the carnage, the Slayer scowled. Tiedemann had fucked up badly. At least he ordered an evacuation, so some of the people would make it. But, at the same time, it also gave the risk of one of these creatures getting off the station.

But surely EarthGov wasn't that dumb to let these things get loose. He didn't know how well their terraforming projects, which had only been in their infancy last time he was around, had done, but he figured they still couldn't afford to lose Earth.

All around him, though, he could see the cost of Tiedemann's, and EarthGov's, project. Thousands, if not tens of thousands, dead and dying, a body count that was only going to rise as these things spread.

He turned a corner and saw an elevator at the end of the hallway. On the holographic display, it read 'Warning! This Elevator Leads Up To The Emergency Surgery Sector. Please Follow Proper Protocol.'

'Surgery Sector, huh?' The Hellwalker thought. Well, it was a start, as opposed to just wandering around here. He hadn't seen anything resembling a map or navigation down here, so how the fuck did these people know where to even go?

Shrugging, he walked over and stepped into the elevator, then pressed the holographic button to ascend.


Quietly, the elevator ascended up to its destination. As he dwelled on his thoughts, the Doom Slayer was suddenly slamming into a wall as the elevator, and the building shook violently. A faint explosion could be heard. Cursing, he simply righted himself and waited, since he couldn't do anything about it at the moment.

A few moments later, he heard a thud on top of the elevator and looked up just in time to see a slasher burst through the port opening on the top, growling and snarling at him as it pulled itself through torso first. It got about halfway before the Hellwalker merely jammed both barrels into its mouth and fired, blasting apart its head, shoulders, and arms; ending the confrontation there.

When the elevator door opened, the Slayer, his head and right side drenched in gore, merely hummed a tune as he walked out. Behind him, the Necromorph corpse slumped down onto the floor of the elevator with a wet 'plop', before the door closed.


Emergency Surgery Sector
A few minutes later...

The Hellwalker growled out as he slammed the slasher into the wall, before blasting it apart with his shotgun. These things were getting too damn predictable. They're either burst out of vents or, in this one's case, play dead and wait for you to be right next to it. That in particular trick had been extremely irritating when he had it happen three consecutive times in a row. At first, he was somewhat wary of them, not fully knowing what they could, but now... they were just annoying. He dared say an Imp would give him more trouble. At least those fuckers were smart enough, most of the time, to keep their distance from him.

He walked down a corridor, he heard a strange gurgling sound, almost like a wet snarl or something, as a Necromorph came out of door further down. This one, though, wasn't one of the slashers he'd been seeing, instead, this one had its face and chest split open down the middle, its internal organs fused and looked like they were melted. It drooled a strange liquid out of its mouth that sizzled and burned the floor.

"Ah shit." So this one shoots acid too, likely. As if confirming his suspicions, the drooler made a gurgling sound and seemed to puke up a massive bile of acid.

The hallway was too narrow to dodge to the side, so he combat rolled backward as the acid splashed down where he just was, corroding and burning away on the floor. He retaliated by firing a couple shots from his shotgun but was too far to do any significant damage to the creature, merely fazing it as a couple pellets tore into its gut.

The 'puker' growled and wobbled forward, more acid drooling out of its mouth as it tried to puke on him again. The Slayer fired a shot at its leg, throwing off its aim as it splattered the wall with acid.

This was getting old, so the Hellwalker took the opportunity and charged forward, leaping over the acid stains and slamming his fist into the creature's face, the puker slamming into the wall from the force of the punch. His hand burned slightly but ignored it as he fired into the Necromorph's chest, tearing off an arm at the shoulder and its head clear off. Acid spurted out of the wounds as it tried to retaliate, getting ready to spray him, but it never got the chance. The Slayer fired another blast into its legs, blasting them off and toppling the creature.

The puker let out groan of sorts and ceased moving. He waited a couple moments to make sure it wasn't playing dead, and satisfied to see that it wasn't, turned around and walked through the door the puker had come out of.


He entered to find a fairly large room with several beds lined up against the wall, each one blood-soaked and with tangled bit of flesh and gore. The dim lights made everything a little harder to see, but he could see a couple mangled corpses littering the floor, too, along with several blood splotches all over the place. Bloody handprints came from some of the beds leading to torn and tattered vents. Another blood trail led to a far door on the other side of the room.

As he proceeded further into the room, he glanced to his left and nearly missed seeing it, a large object on the floor that looked like some kind of weapon, with another one right next to it that looked like some kind of pistol. Around it were several bloody splotches of gore, sometimes a claw or a blade, others a hip maybe. Either way somebody had been fighting in here. But he was more interested in the weapon, a large blocky thing that was somewhat skeletal in a few places, namely the rear. Someone's hand was still attached to the weapon's bottom as he picked it up, tearing the hand off as he picked it up.

The 'weapon' turned out to be some kind of mining instrument, with a name on the side reading 'C99 Supercollider Contact Beam'. It was sleek and surprising light, though that might have been more his physique than the tool, and it had a nice rusty red coloring and three blue lasers for aiming. Looking the device over, he saw on the holographic display that it had 5 'rounds' left. He had no idea what a 'Supercollider' was, but he figured the 'Contact Beam' probably meant it was some kind of laser.


He got his chance to find out, as a slasher burst through a vent and landed some 20 feet from, growling and snarling as it charge towards him. Raising the tool, he pulled on the trigger only for it to start humming and charge up. Fucking perfect, it was one of those damn charge up weapons. "Oh, god fucking dam-" he started to mutter, but the moment he heard the device beep, the weapon thundered to life, firing a massive slug that tore apart the slasher in explosive fashion. Guts and gore went flying everywhere.

The Doom Slayer stared at his handiwork. That wasn't what he was expecting. And this thing is a tool?

He looked the weapon over again, nodding in approval, "Nice." He was definitely keeping this, but better to use it as a last resort or if something bigger comes along. His hand glowed with hell energy as he sealed the contact beam away in his pocket dimension. Looking back, he picked up the pistol looking device, again revealing to be some kind of tool like the contact beam, this one called a Plasma Cutter.

Toying with it a bit, he found out that it had a barrel that could rotate from a vertical to a horizontal fire style. It even had small blades built into its frame, which would be useful for melee. Like the contact beam, it too had three little lasers point out to help with aiming. Testing it out on one of the corpses, he fired a couple round into it, the corpse's leg coming off with ease, he nodded approvingly. Recoil was almost nonexistent, and it dealt a fair amount of damage.

He placed it on his hip for quick access. It'll make a good back up weapon.


Bringing out his shotgun once more, he moved to leave the room. As he stepped back out into the hallway, he heard a soft thudding noise. Walking further down the hall, he kept hearing the thudding, along with what sounded like someone laughing or crying. Keeping his shotgun raised, he kept his eye peeled for anything hostile. But as he rounded the corner, he spotted a woman, a nurse from the look of it, at the end of the hall propped up against the wall, softly banging her head on it as she laughed hysterically. She was wounded slightly and had several blood stains on her outfit. He kept his distance, though, and his weapon trained when he noticed the bone saw in her hand.

The nurse seemed to finally notice him, she merely continued laughing softly as she brought the bone saw up to her neck. The Slayer thought for a moment to stop her but restrained himself. There wasn't anything he could do for her and she'd be a burden to watch over. When somebody has gone off the deep end, sometimes, regardless of how cruel and heartless it may seem, it's just better to put them out of their misery.

He merely lowered his weapon as the woman slit her own throat, slumping to the floor as blood spurted out and she slowly choked on her own blood. She coughed a few times, her mouth retching blood in doing so, before slowly slumping over. She didn't move after that. The Doom Slayer merely sighed as he walked over and knelt beside the body. He grasped her face and closed her eyes shut. He looked back down the hallway, deep in thought.


The Marker was the cause of all this despair. Insanity. Death. It exactly because of shit like this as to why humanity just shouldn't fuck with some things. More often than not, its the innocent that are punished for the mistakes and errors of the guilty when they tampered with such things.

People messing with dangerous and unnatural forces are partly the reason he even exists.


Standing back up, he started to walk off before pausing. Those bat-looking fuckers, the infectors, use dead corpses to make more Necromorphs. Looking back at the corpse, he pondered it for a moment, then slowly raised his foot over the corpse. He proceeded to stomp on the body several times, tearing off the legs and arms. They shouldn't be able to resurrect that corpse, right? Deciding he had done enough, he continued to walk down the hallway, entering a door at the far end. He was greeted with some sort of receptionist desk room, with bloodied waiting chairs and tables, and a headless security guard lying over the counter. He also saw an elevator to the left, and... a RIG store in the back of the room. Bloody handprints indicated there had been quite a few people here. 'Had' being the key word...

But still, RIG store found, now to get some armor. But how does it activ-

Quickly figuring it wasn't going to activate to him with out some sort of ID, he walked over to the counter and grabbed the dead officer's corpse, dragging it over to the RIG Store. Standing it up in front of the store, he waved it slightly before the store's kiosk began unfolding, a holographic display appearing before him.

'Welcome back, Sergeant Lester Jones.'

'Holy shit, that still works?' the Slayer thought, dropping the body as he started browsing for armor. He glanced and saw how much 'credits' the guy had, 48,000, which was more than enough to buy a Soldier Suit he saw coming in at 30,000.

'I'm sorry, but you are not authorized to purchase this RIG. It is authorized for military personnel only.'

He grunted. Go figure...

'However, you recent promotion by Sprawl Security has granted you access to the Elite Security Suit. Would you like to purchase this instead?'

25,000 credits. Sure. He'd rather have his Praetor Suit back, but since it was very likely back in Hell, beggars can't be choosers. He pressed accept and the store then opened up a door to reveal a fitting station.

'Please step into the station.'

He stepped inside, impressed to see that it was just barely big enough to fit him inside, as the machine closed the door as it began to fit on his armor. Being 7'1" and nearly 270 pounds of solid muscle had its perks, but it also had its disadvantages. The machine fabricated the suit around him, a suit designed specifically for his physique. He felt a RIG system being implanted into his back. Though he didn't like it, he noticed that almost everyone seemed to have one, which meant they were probably required to operate certain suits.

The whole process took about 10 seconds.

Stepping out, he inspected his suit. It wasn't bulky like the Praetor, but sleek and fitting to the form, and with a nice grey digital camouflage. The suit readjusted a few pieces of armor plating before forming the helmet over his head. The HUD wasn't too bad either, as he toyed with it he learned of the handy little navigation system built into the RIG, showing him a line pointing towards the elevator. That's convenient, and useful. After getting familiar with the navigation, he went back to the store to see what else was available. He noticed that the officer's weapon was gone, so looked to see if what kind of weapons were available.

Pulse Rifle. 7,000 credits.

He purchased that and spent the rest on a bunch of small medpacks. He wouldn't need them. Thanks to his hellish powers, merely killing his foes allowed him to restored health and ammo, but he could use these to maybe save anyone he comes across if anyone was still alive. Having spent all of 'his' credits, the Slayer closed the shop and glanced over at the dead officer.

Picking up the corpse, he nodded a silent thanks to Officer Lester for getting him a suit, before tearing off the corpse's limbs. The dead deserve better, but the fewer bodies those things had to work with, the less of them he would have to get through. All the more reason to get to that damn marker and destroy it.

He walked over and pressed the elevator button, only for a Quarantine to come online and lock down the area. He growled in irritation. Now what?


His comms system suddenly came to life with a middle-aged man of Asian descent on the screen. He didn't seem to be in a good mood. He was firing at something. Screams and shouts could be heard in the comms.

'This is Lieutenant Ming to any remaining Sprawl Security in the Titan Heights and Memorial Hospital area. I need a sitrep! Where the hell is everybody?! The evac point's getting overrun and I need every gun over here, now!'

So there were people still alive. Well, that was good, he guessed. But that meant he would likely have to do a little detour. The Slayer grunted in annoyance. He suddenly heard movement in the vents. His eyes narrowed, this wasn't Necromorphs. He recognized this evil presence all too well. Something snarled in the vent.

"Lieutenant, what's your location?" He calmly asked as he brought the pulse rifle up to bear.

'Tower 4, Level 23. We're almost at the landing pad but they're overrunning the shuttles-'

"Hang on. I'll be there as soon as I can." the Doom Slayer calmly waited for it to pop out of the vent. He could here more of them shuffling through the vent.

'Wait, who is this? Identify!'

In the blink of an eye, it happened. Several Imps popped out of the vents or spawned into the room via hell portals. One of them landed right in front of him and snarled. It received a fist to its face, caving it in and sending it backwards. The other Imps growled and snarled in anger and prepared to fight. As the Doom Slayer got ready to fight his mortal enemies once more, he gave a simple yet vague reply.

"Their worst fucking nightmare."


And that's it for this one. Also, a little heads up, I may or may not get another chapter out for this story, but I'm gonna try and finish up the Prologue for H-ME and get that knocked out, so this very well may be the last chapter for a while, Idk for certain.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it and I look forward to seeing you next time.

Oh, and for those of you wondering, that wasn't a normal Baron of Hell Isaac just barely survived. That'll be explained in due time.

-Azores