Samur was an interesting Maykr, not just from his appearance and how even by Maykr standards it was peculiar, but also in how he conducted himself. He saw importance and value in being completely emotionless, or at least as much as was possible for any individual. But he didn't think this way as to be cruel or to justify a cold personality or actions that could label him a sociopath, he chose to live his life like this so he would never be without focus. For while emotions are of course not bad or unwelcome, allowing them too much control over you can cause your judgement to be clouded and your reasoning to be massively affected.

In fact this happened with their champion, when he first arrived in the Sentinel world he was a raving lunatic, so overcome with rage he could barely say anything, but with refinement and proper training he bent that rage to serve him instead of the other way around. And although his current situation was not the same as that moment of the Slayer's life, not by a long shot really, still he did find himself in a moment of time where he had to ignore his emotions. Over the last several hours that made the day in both Lucifer's circle as well as the Heaven which governed it, Samur had sat at a table with a group of Exterminators, explaining to them in great detail everything that they should know. Another aspect of Samur's personality though was that he we thorough to a potential fault, and so he spared not a single detail when it came to enlightening them.

Everything from his breed of Heavenborn, to the Sentinels and the Wraiths, to the conception of Doom as a whole, and finally the most astounding thing of all, The Slayer. Sadly this tale both in its natural length as well as the amount of detail Samur wished to provide was too long for the day, as a result the group had to take their leave of the café they were at and relocate to a different setting to continue. Which to Samur's surprise they did so with haste, they all rushed down the sidewalk heading for whoever's home was closest, all the while he calmly kept pace behind them. Soon though they reached the abode of the angelic triplets, and beyond the space being big enough for the three of them it had plenty of room for everyone and still was incredibly spacious.

But none of that mattered, nobody cared about their impressive apartment or how big it was, all they cared about was sitting down at their table to hear the rest of Samur's story, almost as if they were children being read a fable before bedtime. Thankfully though where they had left off once they needed to depart from the café was not far from the end, besides bringing them up to speed on the present all that was left for him to describe were the following. The period of time in which the Slayer had been encased in marked stone and sealed away within Doom's domain, the time in which he had assumed a mortal vessel to find him with the aid of a new UAC organization, and the final battle between the Dark One and The Slayer. And so, after several hours of speaking and quite a few cups of tea, he finally had nothing left to share with them and silence was allowed to appear.

They would sit there in this quiet for a very long time, almost another full hour, though this was to be expected after the immense amount of history they had just learned. And at a point Samur did feel a slight tinge of guilt appear within him, for he knew how shattering this could be not only to one's perception of...well everything, but also just who the Slayer was. Although his superior had given a brief version of this history at the last heavenly meeting, whether it was simply the bulk of the full story or how Samur recounted it, they were still left in a mild state of shock after it was over. Eventually though it would subside, their thoughts and emotions towards the information would be figured out and sorted, all that was left for them to do was to voice it.

"That was...insane." Gretta began, speaking as their collective voice as she had done earlier in the day, "I'm sorry I can't think of a more elaborate way to describe it, my head is still working it all

out." She apologized.

"As someone who witnessed it first hand, who learned the full story of his past from him directly, and who has watched in bafflement at what he has become, I better than anyone other than my Khan can understand how this feels, the only thing that makes me different from all of you is I have had time to truly work through it, my thoughts and emotions about his situation as well as what we plan to do now, where as you are having it thrust upon you all at once, to which I am both regretful and sympathetic." He replied.

"There is no need for be, and I really do mean that." She assured as she looked down at the table, "No one knows the full scope of your situation or his, from our outside view of it all it just seemed like a radical mad man who enjoyed slaughtering demons, all the while he for some reason had your support, but with this knowledge we at the very least understand why this is happening." She explained.

"But what do you plan to do now that you know? I understand that the Exterminators are all individuals, while answering to the powers that be you all are still capable of choosing your own side, which there will be a point that you will have to." He told them.

"Yes I'm aware, we all are, but this is just so much to think about, even though our feelings and perceptions of you, the Maykrs, and the Slayer are different, I don't think we will be able to give any kind of decision right now, I'm sorry." She replied.

"Don't be, I understand entirely, while I will require an answer from you all soon it is not needed immediately, however I still must urge that you don't take too long in responding." He requested.

"Of course, thank you for your patience Samur, I suppose though this means that you'll be leaving now?" She asked.

"Correct, I must return to Urdak and speak with the Khan, inform her of how our meeting went and see how our other matters are progressing, when you wish to speak with me again simply request it and I shall come." He answered as he rose from his seat.

Watching as he pulled the hood back over his head and a portal opened up a little ways from the table, Samur to their surprise would give them one small wave as to bid farewell, before then entering the rift and returning to his domain. As for the Exterminators, they all agreed to stay together both for the night as well as tomorrow, for while they did feel as though they would support the Maykrs and help them towards their goal, there were far too many factors that needed to be considered before they definitively chose a side.

There are some things in life that make absolutely no sense, whether that be rather silly ideas like cats and dogs not getting along, or something a bit more realistic like the existence of flightless birds, sometimes you just have to accept the weirdness life has to offer. This was the current case for everyone in the Happy Hotel, for despite the events of the previous night, everyone who sat at the biggest table in the dining hall for breakfast was in a great mood. Even though they had all witnessed a man be savagely beaten to death by a cane, along with his entrails and skin being torn apart then tossed away with no care at all, they showed no signs of it upsetting them whatsoever. To be fair though one might assume that it was because said man was Valentino, truly one of the worst and most abhorrent of souls in Lucifer's circle, and thus if anyone shed a tear over him they'd have to either be crazy or just as horrible as he was.

Yet this wasn't the sole reason they were all feeling so warm and nice this morning, even Katie, Loona, and Husk who were rarely happy managed at the very least to be more pleasant and polite

than usual. And while none of them could exactly figure out why it was, other than the obvious pimp beatdown they had a front row seat to, the answer was actually staring them right in the face, it was the Slayer. For while he was still the same silent shoot happy Hellspawn murderer they knew him to be, he was finally starting to feel more comfortable around them. Sure he still had his armor and helmet on, and yes even though he was sitting with them he wasn't eating anything, and he still had that same focused intense glare on his face...but ya know...baby steps.

The reason behind this small yet also massive step forward was actually what had transpired last night, though it surprisingly had nothing to do with the aforementioned pimp beatdown. It happened when he was going through the building and he saw the employees of Porn Studios, besides the fact they were all scantily clad there were the obvious signs of abuse. This cemented in the Slayer's mind that they were people, for even up to this point despite the cooperation with Lucifer and the others, he was still ready at a moment's notice to brandish his weapons and begin murdering them in mass. But seeing how scared they were both of him as well as the demons who took two of them hostage, although he did not question that they deserved to be in Hell as they were still "not good" people, that was the important thing to realize, they were PEOPLE.

So now he looked at everyone who sat around him differently, sure he still had his own opinions about each of them and for some, especially the still absent Alastor, he wasn't entirely certain if he knew exactly what was going on in their heads. Despite this though he, at the VERY least, felt safe enough to no longer be on constant guard, to be ready to fight in the blink of an eye, for unlike Doom it was far easier to see who the real monsters were...and as strange as it may sound...it actually reminded him of home.

"So, feel like we should address the big green man in the room." Katie was the first to speak up to everyone gaining their attention, "After that broadcast last night, even though they didn't get around to showing the documentary or talking about the car crash, I think it's safe to say that in terms of good PR he is set for LIFE." She said.

"Are you kidding? We're gonna have to board up the doors in order to keep all of his screaming fans from barging in here! Speaking of which think of the merchandise possibilities..." Blitzo replied as his crafty brain got to work.

"Maybe we should set up some kind of booth or table for him, you know to sign autographs and take pictures? All for a price of course." Loona chimed in with her own idea.

"OOO! We could make t-shirts too! Maybe something funny like "I Survived The Slayer!", kinda like when you go on a scary ride at an amusement park!" Millie suggested getting in on this.

"Now now, it's one thing to get the public on his side and to have them want him to be here, it's another for us to try and use him for any personal gain other than that of the hotel or our reformation of Hell." Lucifer spoke up before taking a sip of his coffee.

"I don't know dear, they actually make a decent point." Lilith admitted surprising her husband. "SEE?! I AM capable of having good ideas!" Blitzo exclaimed triumphantly.

"What I mean is, while I'm not sure treating him like a celebrity is the best way to go about it, a few public appearances and maybe an interview with Tom Trench, after the documentary is viewed of course, would actually be a sensible course of action to take." She explained.

"But what about the t-shirts?" Millie asked.

"...We'll see." She replied with a small smile, causing their group to let out a cheer.

"Well, I suppose that wouldn't be terrible, still we need to focus on the current interview that we're ALL going to have with him later today, where besides showing off the hotel properly we'll reveal the full scope of our plan to everyone." Lucifer said.

"Speaking of, has anyone heard from Stolas? I feel like we should have heard from him by now." Moxxie asked, though mostly directing that question towards his group as they were the ones who were closest with the owl demon.

"Nope, hasn't called me or text me at all." Blitzo answered with a shrug. "Octavia's not said anything either." Loona added.

"I'm sure he's just in a state of shock like the rest of Hell, after all it's not every day when you get see the Slayer do what he does best." Lucifer suggested.

Agreeing with that logic they would refocus on their meal, yet it wouldn't be long before they were interrupted. But it wasn't by some sudden scary occurrence, or an unexpected visitor popping in, they would all have their eyes go to the door that led to the lobby when a certain spider walked in and greeted them.

"Goooooooood morning everyone!" He cheerily announced as he stepped into the room, a big wide smile present on his face.

"Heh, looks like someone had a good night after ya know, you beat that asshole to death." Vagatha said with a smirk.

"Oh believe me that doesn't even COVER it girl." Cherri spoke up looking at her with an amused smile, "After everything calmed down and we hit the hay, while he didn't do anything around or above PG-13, he still had that same goofy smile on his face as he dreamt, even giggled a few times too like an idiot." She revealed.

"What? Can't a guy have a nice dream every now and then?" He asked still keeping that smile.

"Nice sure, but what I saw and heard last night was like Alice in wonderland type shit." She joked before then gesturing to an empty seat next to her, "Now get your ass over here before the food gets cold." She said.

"Thanks, but I think I'm gonna sit somewhere else." He told her.

Confused by this she and everyone else watched him walk over to the table and take a seat...right next to the Slayer. In that moment time seemed to freeze, whether they were in mid bite or were just about to refill their glass with their preferred beverage, everyone just stared wide eyed at the scene unfolding before them. Now obviously it wasn't shocking that Angel along with Cherri had been giving it their all to try and get into his armored britches, but this was something ENTIRELY different. Though dressed in his usual sexy attire Angel wasn't doing anything to try and get a reaction from him, he wasn't fluffing up his chest as if they were breasts, wasn't rubbing his hands down his body to show how good he looked, he was doing literally nothing at all to try and seduce him.

But then he spoke up again, and what came out of his mouth nearly caused everyone's hearts to stop.

"So uh...big guy..." He began as he looked down at his lap, "I-I know you're called the Slayer and everything, and don't get me wrong I know why cause ya know, you Slay and stuff, but if I remember correctly from the documentary that your name's actually William, so uh...what I'm

trying to say, er ask is well...could I maybe...call ya by your real name?" He inquired while just barely moving his gaze to him.

The tension that followed was almost suffocating, because the truth was everyone even the Magnes had wondered if it would be okay to call him by his real name. But none of them not even the in your face Katie or the no shits given Blitzo, had the courage to even dare ask for permission. Not necessarily because they were afraid that he'd hurt or even kill them, but because it was clear ESPECIALLY after that documentary that he didn't want to say anything, whether it be about his past, the present, or anything else about him. So as the seconds that went by became a full minute, everyone nearly choked on their own breaths as he slowly turned his head to look at him.

"While the slayer appreciates you wanting to address him by his proper name, I'm afraid the only people he allowed to call him William were his mother and father, so he would appreciate it if you would refrain from saying it." Vega answered for him.

"O-Oh, right, of course, sorry that was stupid of me..." Angel Dust replied obviously disappointed.

"However." Vega continued immediately filling him with hope, "While he requests that you and the others not call him William specifically, if you wish to refer to him as Will or BJ much like his grandfather was, then he would have no issues with that, you may also refer to him as Doomguy if that will be easier, it was a name that some of the Sentinels and Maykrs came up with before he was deemed the Slayer." He explained.

Feeling the immense weight he had in his chest disappear and his smile returning bigger than before, Angel Dust looked away with both an expression of joy and a light blush on his cheeks.

"Thanks...Will." He said though a bit quietly.

Nodding in response this time the Slayer would turn his head so he was just looking ahead like usual, where as Angel Dust just kind of sat there with that stupid smile on his face. As for everyone else...well...the best way to describe them would be to imagine an early computer trying to connect to the internet, and the horrid god awful sound that was produced because of it, that was essentially what was happening to their brains.

"Heeeeeeeeeello everyone~" The sudden voice and appearance of Alastor would greet, followed by him charismatically stepping into the room like the showman he was, "Sorry I disappeared yesterday, but I decided to make it up to you by having breakfast with-" He stopped just before the end of his sentence, as he noticed the look on everyone's face "...Oh no, did I miss something good?" He asked, more concerned he missed something entertaining than if something bad had actually happened.