This kid…
He seems weak, but he sure as Hell ain't normal.
Some kind of alternate strain of Argent's emitting from his soul. He ain't corrupted, just… I don't even know 'nymore…
Shit's gettin' weirder and weirder, makes my head spin. Used to be so simple too.
Back then, when the demons were the bad guys an' humans the good ones. Line between good 'n' evil's now blurred as all Hell. Hard to tell who're the real demons 'nymore.
Thank the Wraiths I didn't put lead through 'is head though, 'cause now I can take advantage of the good ol' medieval techniques I learnt back in D'Nur.
Shouldn't last long, he's too delicate to do so.
Still, need to keep in mind to be careful. If I overwhelm him with pain…
I might just break 'im.
Mission 3: "Revelation"
"You are huge! That means you have huge guts! Rip and tear! Rip and tear your guts!"
-Doom Slayer
The intruder opened his eyes slowly, the pain still throbbing in his head. Vision hazy, he looked forward, eyes looming over the large silhouette in front of him, eating an orange.
Not eating it like any sane person, slice by slice, but taking bites out of it like an apple. The Hellwalker knew full-well it was weird.
He couldn't care less. He's in it for the nutritional value.
Wrists sore, the freshly woken-up man tries to lunge at the Slayer, only to realize he is tied to the radiator's pipes.
"Why… Why are you doing this, man? I was just tryin' to make a liv-" the uninvited guest stumbled across his words, but the Slayer was having none of it.
The Hellwalker lifted the orange in the air and pierced the intruder with a gaze that could freeze Hell over. "Ya see this? This will be your head if ya ain't tellin' me… " And then proceeded to crush it meticulously. He continued his statement, citric fluids dripping down his heavily scarred forearm. "… The truth…"
This threat made the tied man gulp, as he knew all to well the Slayer's threats weren't empty.
"Alright… Alright. Ask away! I know nothin'!" The guest bluffed shakily.
The Unchained Predator could only smirk at the man's mindless statement.
"That so?"
With a swift movement, the Hellwalker savagely swung his fist.
The punch the Slayer threw flew right past the intruder's mortified expression, webs of fissures forming into the wall that was unfortunate enough to face the Scourge of Hell itself, creaking as of it was drawing the last it's last breaths.
There were so many questions the former Demon Slayer wanted to ask this young stranger. What was he? Who sent him? Why would he be stupid enough to-
Before he could finish his train of thoughts, the Harbinger found himself interrupted by the fastened man in front of him.
Seems like the threat worked out too well, as the info was flooding out of the guest's mouth not unlike to the abhorrent blood falls which were unearthed in the catacombic depths of Titan's Realm, the Viscera Sacrarium.
"… Huh…"
Said info was definitely something the Slayer didn't want to hear.
"Boss said the crime rate dropped and that our… our people are too afraid and demoralized to act." The restrained man stated, voice shaking in utter terror.
"... Boss y'say?" The Scourge of Hell asked, having his interest piqued. "Who do ya work for?" He continued.
Seeing the Slayer loosen up, the intruder managed to calm down slightly. "The Yakuza."
"… Hoh…"
Our hero's eyes widened in surprise. The Yakuza was the last organization he'd expect to have beef with him.
"Surprised yer people gained such a great influnece 'round the world."
Sweating slightly from the awkward situation, the guest complied with the Slayer's assumed attempts to make small talk. "Haha, you'd be surprised!"
Silence was what followed, an awkward silence comparable to the ones observed at most Night Sentinel council meetings.
Gulping for one last time, the stranger intended to make quite a daring proposition. "So... Y'gonna let me go?"
Amused, the Slayer answered in a joking manner. "Hm? Nah, not yet, got plenty o' use to get outta you, kid." Smiling cruelly, as if he was about to mentally scar the young guest in front of him, he continued. "Hope y'got strong shoulders, 'cause you're the one doin' the heavy liftin'."
Eyes widened and sporting a shaky smile as if he is in the phase in denial, the young man proceeded with sharing his opinon about this situation.
"That… That sounds…"
The Slayer narrowed his eyes, willing to accept only a certain response from the man fastened on his bathroom's floor.
"That sounds… So good!" He trembled.
Suffice to say, the Hellwalker was content with the stranger's response, which cannot be said about the intruder himself.
Alright, this one took a bit!
Now to answer some questions, or better said, question. Firstly, DOOM's Hell is eradicated in this Universe. Or so we think, I am not willing to spoil future plots but expect surprises along the line. Secondly, this isn't a fic where Doomguy goes along and kills DxD Devils and DxD Main Characters. They might be devilish from a biological standpoint, but they are still innocent, until proven guilty if that appears to be the case.
Doomguy isn't aware of the DxD Hell so far, and thus tries to kill criminals Punisher style in order to prevent them from sinning enough to become demons from the Hell he once knew.
Hope this clears a few things up and thank you for reading this chapter!
