As the trigger clicked, I felt the lead touch the surface of my skin. But none of 'at mattered.
A pentagram lit up on my forehead at an instant.
"As it always had, as it always will."
Bullet pierced the skull, only to disintegrate into sparks. Death is of no consequence to me, as I am the one who deals it.
Just like in a game of Poker.
A game I've personally rigged.
Mission 2: "Into the Fire"
"They are rage, brutal, without mercy. But you. You will be worse. Rip and tear, until it is done."
The Slayer could only laugh at the intruder's mortified expression.
In fact, he did, and this definitely didn't sit well with the unexpected guest, as his expression visibly became even more extreme.
Seconds, minutes, the intruding man didn't know, but they have passed at uncomfortably slow pace.
Soon, without any warning, the laughter had stopped, only to be followed by a minute long gap of dead silence. The man's heart skipped a beat.
Eerily similar to a predator in the wilds, the unrelenting quietude the Slayer surrounded himself in was not one to be trifled with, as this trait of his was something his old opponents learnt to fear.
Not only that, but now…
The Slayer's face was now freshly painted with colours of emotionlessness and brushes of apathy.
A horrifying canvas, one to be truly feared, be it by demon or mortal.
"Easy way or hard way? Yer choice."
His gruff voice rang in the emptiness of the apartment, echoes following each resurgence of sound from his sore throat.
The Slayer was particularly entertained by this situation.
The gaping maw of a mouth that the intruder had had attempted to mutter words of forgiveness, but none of it mattered. Sound didn't come out, as if the unexpected guest was floating in the empty vacuum of space.
"Hard way it is, then." The muscular man muttered in a comedic manner.
As the intruder was choking on words, the Hellwalker ran out of patience.
It had to be done.
Moving swiftly, he grabbed the unfortunate man's arm and yanked on it, the bones cracking in the dislocation that followed this sudden movement.
The so-called guest didn't even have time to even let out a yelp of pain, as the Scourge of Hell followed the violent pull with a straight jab in the jaw, knocking the intruder out cold.
"Every action 'as it's debt, an' you're 'bout to pay for it..."
With the words said, it was lights out for the criminal.
First of all, I want to let you all know that this shall be probably the shortest chapter in the entire story, just so you don't misunderstand the purpose of this chapter, said purpose being welcoming you to this story and introducing myself.
Secondly, I am The Man Whom Doom Fears, but you can call me Man, and this is my first fanfiction. Been a fan of DOOM for years now, and I feel like the DOOM Community was lacking in the FanFiction department, and as such, I decided to make one myself.
As previously mentioned, the purpose of this chapter is to introduce myself etc., so, as such, welcome to this FanFiction! Hope you enjoy your stay and reviews are highly appreciated, so go on ahead!
