I don't own Doom or Justice League! This is a fan-based work.

Before reading, please know that this is a one-shot story. My goal is to start small with my stories, but to post frequently. My aim is to develop a habit, and to incrementally grow until I am comfortable with posting as well as writing longer works. So for now, the story will be all that there is now. It doesn't mean that I won't possibly develop this one-shot into a longer story down the line, but I'm not making any promises.

What's My Name?

Out of all the things that reside in the realm of Hell, its most terrifying denizen was a mortal man.

This man was not evil, nor did he commit evil in his life. This man was an incarnation of wrath, but his anger had only ever been visited upon demon-kind.

He stays in Hell, not because he is being punished, but because he is the punishment. The punishment against all who dare inflict evil upon the world.

But now he was needed beyond the realm of evil, for a threat that could not be dealt with alone…

The Doom Slayer was not one who hesitated or questioned anything. But even he had to admit that it was strange that one moment he was in the very depths of Hell, and the next he was in a human city. A human city which he immediately noticed was under attack.

The attackers didn't look like the demons that he was all too familiar with. For starters, a gigantic white tripod thing was walking around, blasting everything in its path with focused laser beams from its head. Cars, buildings; nothing was safe.

When Doom Slayer heard the cries and screams of innocent people, running in terror, he decided to act.

Pulling out his Rocket Launcher, he leapt into action. He targeted the tripod, locked on, and fired a three-rocket burst at its head. The rockets flew at the head, and all made contact.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Each rocket blast impacted the tripod, rocking it back and forth. Charred bits of the tripod went flying in all directions. What remained of the tripod stopped moving for a moment, before toppling over to the ground. The earth shook as the tripod's remains made contact.

Boom!

An easy kill, for something so large…

The billowing smoke from the tripod's remains practically confirmed its death.

Doom Slayer wasn't sure just what the thing exactly was. Perhaps it was some new form of demon. He had been fighting demons for a long time, and new kinds showed up every so often. But this tripod didn't give off any demonic aura as he had grown accustomed to. So, what was it?

Alien invaders, a voice answered within the Doom Slayer's mind.

Slayer cocked his head up. He glanced around, trying to find the source of the voice.

Do not be alarmed. I am an ally. I sensed your presence within the city. I do not know where you came from or how, but this planet needs your help.

Unfortunately, the Doom Slayer was not a stranger to disembodied voices speaking to him. However, prior experiences had given him a sense of who was an ally or an enemy. This voice didn't give off any malevolent intentions.

I have gathered a group of this planet's greatest heroes to defeat these invaders. But we need more help. These creatures can be defeated, and I have a plan. Do you wish to hear more?

Slayer looked around at all the destruction and chaos made by the aliens. He had fought on his own for a long, long time. And he could probably fight these aliens alone as well.

But even Slayer had to admit that some company could be useful…

Very well, here it is…

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