"It is finished." Vega announced, after a week of complete and total silence.

In Lucifer's Hell it had only been half a day of absence, but for the Slayer and Vega an entire week had passed since they had seen the others. Over the course of this week however not much happened, as Vega dedicated his time to the documentary, while the Slayer either went to the Ripatorium or did other small things around the fortress. As for Sir Pentious, he had been left to dwell in the soul harvester, neither summoned in his cell or the Ripatorium, as the Slayer wanted it to fully cement just how grave his situation was. So for the most part this week had been pretty much the same as it used to be, in that brief period of time after Doom's demise and before their new crusade began, when it seemed as though both could be at peace.

Then again, whether you ask Vega, the Sentinels, or even the Maykrs, none would be able to say for certain if the Slayer could ever really find true relief.

"I have made the edits to the footage per your requests, I have also made sure to trim away as much of the extra details and less necessary information as possible." He informed him, as the Slayer put on his new helmet.

Admittedly the making of the helmet was done in a day, still the Slayer had waited until they returned to wear it, if only for it had been some time since he'd been without one. And so, with his appearance restored to its full former glory, his arsenal remaining whole as it always had been, and their contribution to educating Lucifer's populace finally done, Vega opened a portal to his Hell allowing them to return.

A few minutes prior, inside the Happy Hotel...

So far it had only been three days since this whole mess had begun, and yet for nearly everyone seated for breakfast, it felt like a month had gone by. Charlie and Vagatha were already pretty stressed out and worried before, but add the Slayer on top of it and it just made things even more complicated. Lucifer and Lilith were pretty much in the same boat, even though they before the Slayer's arrival were fairly laid back about things, the mere mention of his name alone was enough to stiffen every muscle in their bodies. Then you had the lot who, although not yet understanding the full nature of the situation, were still aware of how powerful and imposing of a presence he had, and knew well to not press their luck.

However there were the last three, Alastor, Angel Dust, and Cherri Bomb, all three of them seemed completely unaffected by the Slayer, or rather were affected in ways that made no sense to anyone. Angel and Cherri were still clearly horny for the hater of Hellspawn, and Alastor though not at all romantically or sexually intrigued, certainly had come to see the stoic soldier as one of his greatest inspirations. All of this culminated in a breakfast that was very mixed in terms of atmosphere, one half of the table were wary, the middle could go either way, and the last bit were completely uncaring. Top it all off with the still lingering tension and drama, and this resulted in barely any words being exchanged by anyone as they ate, making things awkward as well.

"...So..." Charlie spoke as to gain everyone's attention, "First of all, I'd like to say how grateful I am that all of you have decided to stay at the hotel, even if some of you didn't do so by choice, I really appreciate your willingness to give it a try, secondly I hope that all of your rooms and this breakfast was to your liking." She said.

"I'll admit, that's probably the best I've slept in a long time, including before I was blown to bits." Katie replied casually as she took a bite of her food.

"Yeah, the bed was really comfy, way better than ours back home right Moxxie?" Millie asked looking to her husband.

"Mhm, slept like a baby, though on that topic will we be able to go to our homes to bring some stuff here to the hotel?" He asked.

"You're allowed to bring as many possessions as you want, within reason of course." Charlie answered.

"Oh thank christ, the liquor selection you have in the rooms is just terrible, could barely get a buzz..." Blitzo told her.

"Well, the point is to try and rehabilitate yourself, wouldn't make much sense if we put a full bar into your room now would it?" Vagatha asked.

"Eh, string bean's got a point, a few stronger drinks wouldn't hurt anything." Angel agreed.

"While you're at it you could also do with a better cable package, you've barely got any channels as it is, and none of them were the good ones." Cherri mentioned.

"And what exactly counts as good television by your standards?" Vagatha asked.

"Any where the shows involve people getting bludgeoned for our amusement." Cherri answered. "I second that." Loona chimed in.

"Um...okay, how about this, after breakfast we'll make a list of everything that you guys think the hotel needs, and after it's done we'll have a vote to determine what are the most essential things that need to be added as fast as possible?" Charlie suggested.

"You know, I could just-"

"No." Lucifer said firmly, making sure the radio demon couldn't finish that sentence. "But I-"

"No." Lilith said this time repeating her husband, yet still the other's smile persisted.

"Oh come now you two, I thought we agreed that I could be of use to the hotel, or rather that out of every potential partner I'm the least likely to betray you in some way." Alastor protested.

"True, but we are not giving the go ahead on anything without you presenting the options first, who knows what you'll summon if we just let you make the decision." Lucifer told him.

"Oh please, do you actually believe I'd summon ANYTHING nefarious? especially with that fearsome partner of yours?" He asked.

In the same instance of time that he said that a blue portal would appear a few feet from the table, followed by said partner stepping forward.

"Well well well, he appears on command, isn't that convenient?" Alastor said with a laugh as the portal closed behind him.

"Aw man, you really did get a new helmet..." Cherri whined as they could only just barely see his eyes now.

"Wait, you mean you saw him without his helmet?" Moxxie asked as he, his wife, and Loona looked at her amazed.

"Oh hell yeah, wanna see some of the pictures we took?" She asked them as she held up her phone.

Admittedly very curious the trio got up from their seats and walked over to her, with Blitzo remaining in his as he couldn't care less. And while they were all busy looking over the mono eyed demon's shoulder at her phone, everyone else had their eyes fixated on the man himself as he walked towards the royal family.

"The documentary is complete as promised, whenever you are ready I can display it for you via a projection device the Slayer has brought with him." Vega explained as the Slayer reached them.

"Good to know, however we're still eating breakfast and well, I expect that this documentary will be quite...messy correct?" Lucifer inquired.

"There are certain parts, in which recorded encounters between the Slayer and Doom's denizens, are as you put it messy, and while I did my best to try and find the least visceral that we have on record, it is still quite violent." He replied.

"I expected as much, though I appreciate your effort to find the least unsettling videos." Lucifer said.

"If you want you can get ready for us in the lobby, the space is certainly spacious enough for all of us to watch it." Lilith suggested.

"Would you also like the Slayer to arrange the furniture so that everyone has a proper seat for the viewing?" Vega asked.

"Oh, well, if it wouldn't be of any issue that would be wonderful." She answered.

Responding for himself this time with a simple nod, the Slayer would then head for the lobby to get everything ready.

"That was very considerate of them." She said to her husband.

"Yes, they've suddenly been very considerate, it's...quite jarring..." Lucifer replied.

"I think it's a sign that we're making progress in getting him to trust us!" Charlie suggested with a smile.

"That, or he's just trying to soften the blow of whatever's in that documentary." Vagatha suggested as well.

Deciding not to dwell on what the reason was for such considerate gestures, they along with everyone else would continue their breakfast and finish about ten minutes later. With the meal done and the plates all put into the dishwasher in the kitchen, they all gathered in the lobby and took whatever seat made the most sense for them. The royal family and Vagatha would take claim on the couch as it could seat all four of them, while the rest simply took whatever seats the Slayer had gathered and arranged in a nice row to its sides.

"Hello, and welcome to the first viewing of the documentary about the Slayer, it has been made

with three important criteria regarding his past, his life before his crusade began, when it started, and finally how long it lasted, at the end of the documentary if you have any questions I will answer them for you, but I request that when that time comes that you ask your questions in an orderly fashion." Vega stated.

"Yeah yeah we get it show us the goods!" Angel demanded.

Summoning a small box like object from his suit's storage the Slayer would carefully set it down on the floor, and after stepping away it would produce a holographic screen followed by the footage.

Act 1: Simpler Times

William J. Blazkowicz The 3rd, born and raised in the state of Texas in the United States of America, on his family's farm/ranch that had first been built and managed by his ancestor, the first William J. Blazkowicz, lived what most would say was an ideal childhood. Even with his family always having anything they needed, due to the heroic actions of his aforementioned ancestor centuries earlier against the Nazi regime, they still used the farm as their main source of income. He would be taught by his parents the same disciplines and morals that they had learned, he would also for most of his life be a devout catholic. It was because of this upbringing that he would, even at an early age, show a remarkable sense of virtue.

Even when dealing with matters unrelated to him, whether it be standing up for others or speaking against any injustice, no matter how small or trivial to some, he would carry this with him throughout his life. And although as he matured and as a result of his work on his family's farm he would grow quite fit, he would not seek to participate in any athletic activities, but instead chose to use his physique to help people. After high school he would enlist to follow in his ancestor's footsteps, wanting to make some kind of difference any way he could. However his world's military wasn't as you assume, instead of several different countries all fighting for supremacy, the world at this time had come together to form the Union Aerospace Corporation, a global organization focused on the betterment of mankind.

Due to this most of the work provided for those looking to serve as soldiers or security would be given mostly local positions. Whether it be in their hometowns or cities, as was the first few years of his service, or perhaps being moved from various facilities across the globe to obtain different skills, very few UAC soldiers would ever even engage in any form of combat. This allowed him to continue helping his parents on their farm, it also allowed him to spend time with his new companion, a pet rabbit his parents had given him as a present to show their pride in his enlistment, who he would name Daisy. Sadly this would be the last peaceful time of his life, for as the next few years passed by and he continued to prove to his superiors how capable he was, eventually he would be assigned to a new station.

For the first time in his life he would leave his home and family behind, he also chose to leave Daisy with his parents as she would mostly be kept in a cage if he had taken her with him. His reassignment would land him a position serving as security in a city not too far from his hometown, however this would be where his life would change forever. From the moment he began he already had a distaste for his new superior, a man who believed enforcing obedience through strict rules and punishment was the way to keep order, and after a few months of serving under his command he would be given an unthinkable order, to fire upon civilians. These individuals had been protestors against the UAC's off world experiments, for it was in the neutrality space allowed where they could conduct any experiments they so desired, without having to worry about laws or ethics.

They had been a thorn in the UACs side for quite some time, and had been given several warnings by his commanding officer to leave it alone, but now he sought to make an example of them, as a warning to anyone else who had such ideas. Of course he refused to go through with such an action, going so far as to even throw his gun to the ground, but when his superior then reached for his own weapon to begin the slaughter, is when the street they stood on would be paved in blood. He would tackle him to the ground at full force, already causing several bruises and a head injury upon his landing with the street, but then everyone would watch in frozen horror at what came next. Punch after punch he would unleash his fury on his commander, the sounds of the strikes sounding like a hammer smashing rocks, and if his fellow soldiers had simply stood by it would have ended there.

But they didn't, they tried not only to intervene but also attack him for his insubordination, thus redirecting his fury from the savagely beaten corpse to them, and despite their armor and shields he made just as quick work of their bodies. Soon all that remained in that street was his blood soaked body and the prisoners, who were knelt on the ground with their hands behind their backs unable to run when it had started. Yet they did not need to fear him even after what they had just seen, he would walk over to each of them and release them from their bindings, allowing them to walk free. Of course such actions came with severe repercussions, yet surprisingly none were imprisonment, he would be sent off world to the mars installation of the UAC, specifically their outpost on Phobos, along with other soldiers facing similar charges.

Here would be the last day of normalcy for the Slayer, when his mind was still whole, his memories mostly happy, and his soul undamaged. For what lay in wait upon his arrival to the base, would change everything.

Act 2: Survival

When the soldiers were first sent to the Phobos base, and as their ship grew closer to its destination, they would be informed of strange occurrences and even personnel disappearances happening at the facility. Surprisingly this wasn't too odd of a situation, the stress of being off world and confined to such a small living space can be immense on the human psyche, so there was no reason to assume this wasn't something they couldn't handle. Upon landing they would approach the facility to begin their investigation, however he would be given the task of patrolling the perimeter in case anyone tried to escape. Which as strange as it may sound was not impossible, several ships beyond their own were docked, mostly for cargo transportation, but they would be capable of reaching the mars surface which would grant their operator access to a more space worthy vessel.

So as expected he took this task seriously, making sure to investigate any damages or suspicious activities outside of the base, to which he noticed an alarming amount of the former. But as he returned to his starting point where his squad was meant to regroup, he would not be greeted by his fellow soldiers, at least, not how they once were. Groaning and snarling like mindless beasts his former squad mates all fired upon him, eyes red like fire and skin as grey as a corpse, these horrid ghouls alone were enough to unsettle him. Yet they were not the only horrors that awaited him, imps with spikes protruding from their backsides and fireballs shooting from their palms would be next, not long after them horned skulls with ghastly wails, and then massive floating creatures that spit bile which quickly dissolved anything it touched.

More and more horrid creatures came from the depths of the facility, each worse and more powerful than the last, but he pressed forward not just to slaughter them in revenge for his fallen comrades and the innocent lives lost, but to keep them from leaving and doing this again.

Unfortunately the surprises wouldn't cease, for after he slaughtered those that had led the charge, red skinned devils who summoned green fire from their souls, he bore witness to the sight of the

very moon itself being pulled into their realm. Now within their domain most would have given up hope, their numbers were greater still, and even more creatures he had yet to face appeared, but he knew if he did not stop them, if he did not keep them here in their dwelling, they could very well reach earth and so many would then be lost. So he continued to fight, culling through their hordes until he reached their fiendish master, a horrendous melding of flesh and metal, and with his armaments he would bring it destruction.

And thus, with their conspirator deceased, the portal closed as he left them behind, he stepped foot once again upon earthly soil, a calming wave washing over him as he believed it to be done. But then the embers began to fly passed him, the screams and cries soon reached his ears, and as he turned to see where it all came from, he was met with the sight of a city, the very same he had been assigned before his departure, consumed in fire and chaos as the beasts ravaged it. Yet this was not the tragedy that would bring his heart to a standstill, that would make the blood in his veins go cold, before him only a mere few feet away, the creatures had made for him a welcoming present.

The head of his beloved pet, Daisy, bled atop a spike with its mouth agape and its eyes lifeless, in response to his refusal to submit to their will they sought out anything of value to him, anything that held a place in his soul, and they burned it first in their invasion.

This however elicited not the expected reaction from him, he did not cry, he did not crumble to his knees, he did not give in to their cruelty, instead the entirety of his form was taken hold by one single sensation, RAGE. With a bellowing howl almost the same as their own he charged forward, first to the city that burned before him, then soon after to his hometown, murdering mercilessly each and every last one of the abominations. At first it was with his weapons, but as his munitions began to dry as he reached the invasion's origin, he tossed aside his empty armaments and relied solely on his fists. Grabbing hold of horns and teeth, limbs and innards, and any other feature that made their flesh he ripped them like paper, such brutal natural strength coupled with that burning rage, it was unseen for one of his kind.

But this was not what frightened these creatures, who now looked at him no longer as a nuisance or prey, no matter what they tried to utilize to hinder his progress, his murder of their legions, nothing halted him. Covered in bruises and gashes all over his body, his armor near nothing but tatters now, all that remained was his helmet from which only his eyes could be seen, and they just like his hands pierced both their vessels and their souls as he cast them unto death. He to them was no longer a simple mortal waiting to be consumed, he had proven to be something far greater than they could have expected, and so they sent upon him their greatest champion, a beast capable of bringing destruction with its mere presence in space and time, the embodiment of all evil, The Icon of Sin.

Here they expected him to fall, for The Icon stood above even the most elder of their race, the dark lords that governed their accursed home never dared to try and fully control the titan, only direct him towards their next victims. And so the titan fought, bringing its power and might to this mortal man, and yet still he stood fast, never wavering, never faltering, and soon with terrifying efficiency he brought The Icon to its end, the only aid to his strength being that of a simple rocket launcher. Left speechless and afraid, their greatest champion now near indistinguishable viscera, the demons of this Hell known as Doom looked upon the panting, bleeding, tired form of this intruder, and still they felt only fear. So they retreated, falling back to the inner most sanctums of their home, hoping that they could evade or buy time to survive his fury, but he would follow, and would continue to drive them ever closer to extinction, for that was his sole purpose now, the only reason he cared to keep living.

But even so he was still mortal, having gone without food for some time, and his wounds progressively worsened, if he did not receive aid there was a chance he would succumb to death, even with his endless rage.

Act 3: The Slayer

This is where his ascension would begin, starting with his final kills as a mortal man, The Mother Of All Demons and her sister The Resurrector, he would be near his limit yet still desired to push forward to complete his mission. But before him new beings would appear, though resembling humans they were of another species and world entirely, they would bind him in iron cast shackles as by this point he was near deranged and savage, before then bringing him to their domain. Here he would meet their king, and the angels who governed the circle known as Doom, both would try and reason with his fractured self that they were his allies, though he was far too lost in his rage and madness to fully comprehend it. So a great deal of time would be spent, by both these new people The Sentinels and the angels known as Maykrs, in simply healing him and repairing what damage they could, to show they were of no threat and sought only to aid him in his righteous quest.

Eventually it would work, his soul and mind would calm to where he could listen, and he would agree to be trained by the Sentinels, to be given powers by the Maykrs, in order to make him not only stronger, faster, and more powerful overall, but to transcend him from mortal limitations to that of a god. As expected he took to both quickly, mastering the training in little to no time at all, and absorbing the powers granted to him like none had before, soon his flesh was impenetrable, his soul incorruptible, and he incapable of ever dying. He would first display his newfound skills and power when defending the Sentinel capitol of Taras Nabad from Doom's invasion, taking down yet another titan though lesser than The Icon, with the only aid being in the form of a sword given its blade by his own virtue, to cut and singe its flesh so it could not be born anew. This was the first time the demons had laid eyes upon him for some time, some of their legions and lords hoping he had passed, but as he stood over yet another of their mightiest triumphant once more, they knew their nightmare was far from over.

The second era of his crusade would be spent travelling to and from the Hell cleansing creation of their evil, always choosing to go alone all they could do for him now was give him what he needed. A suit as durable as his own body, an arsenal though similar to his original made far better in nearly every way, and divine blessings that could better him even still. One would hasten him further, another increase his strength even beyond its already godly status, the next make him truly invulnerable, or the last which could empower his weapons to do even greater damage. This was it, Doom's days were finally numbered and at their end, and the ruler of its dark domain knew this well, he would stand opposite of the Slayer if nothing was done, and even he in his arrogance could see his defeat.

So they laid a trap for him, The Dark One challenged him to combat within a sacred temple used for unholy sacrifice, but deception came from both the demons as well as once holy priests in the Sentinels' world, they would trap him inside their realm, where as the demons would collapse the entire structure on top of him. And before he could dig his way out, free himself from the weight that buried him, the most powerful of arcanists used the rubble to trap him within a sarcophagus, that would serve as his eternal prison. For a great deal of time it was, the forces of Doom though incapable of truly stopping him had at the least halted his assault, and they believed they would finally be free of his wrath. But this was of course not the end, the Sentinels and the Maykrs would spend centuries searching for him, and eventually a Seraphim would find his tomb and free him from his confines, allowing for the final crusade to take place.

Epilogue

Though given centuries to rebuild and recuperate from his last advance, they were still unable to repeat their success before, with the aid of the Sentinels' armies and the holiness of the Maykrs, one final push was given to end Doom once and for all. The final keep that stood in their wake, the

palace of brimstone and obsidian that served as the Dark One's personal dwelling was stormed, and as the last of Doom's forces were handled by the Sentinels and Maykrs, the Slayer confronted the Dark One in the final battle. Finally taking corporeal form to stand his ground the Dark One's visage was unheard of, an indescribable amalgamation of the most vile corruption and unholy power that any had ever laid eyes upon. If it had been any other even the angels their minds would have snapped, his mere presence and power so immeasurable it would have consumed their souls or broken them beyond repair, but the Slayer had longed for this moment more than any other in his life, and so with but his shotgun in hand and nothing more he charged forward.

Much like with The Icon of Sin the battle lasted a great deal of time, and like his predecessor the Dark One held his ground, but in the end the Slayer's rage and power trumped even his, and with but one final trigger pull his life would be ended, it would finally be over. But this would not be the end of the Slayer's mission, even though he had done what none could have dreamed by destroying all of Doom, he sought to rid creation of all corruption, hence why now, he stands among you in your circle. For it is his creed, the words he first spoke when found by the Sentinels, the words they chanted to show their support, and the last he ever spoke before falling silent forever. Rip And Tear, Until It Is Done.

No words were spoken as the projection ended, or when the Slayer walked over and retrieved the device, everyone even the normally smiling radio demon, were left in stunned silence. None of them knew how to really react to what they had just been told, and even more so what had been shown, videos and images of his life before and after, his level of unrivaled violence and destruction that he unleashed upon those...things...it was all just...so shocking. But after near ten minutes of them simply sitting there, all trying their best to find the right words or the right actions to show after it, it would be most surprisingly of all Lucifer who would be the first to respond. He slowly stood from his seat, cane in hand, and approached the ever stoic figure of the Slayer.

And upon reaching him, stopping just a few short inches from his person, the king of Hell with widened eyes of horror looked at the Slayer's own and said:

"I'm sorry."