A/N: Hi everyone, here to bring you all the first chapter in the Talon's DOOM reboot! this is the first out of three that I'ma try to put out in relatively quick succession. also keep in mind I may be a bit rusty so judge accordingly.


Doom Slayers Pov

Let's go over what had happened to me...I got sealed away in some sarcophagus by some demons that were so scared shitless of me they had to drop a damn temple on my head. They tossed me in it and I was stuck laying there for who knows how long, not even being allowed to sleep. Then I got woken up on fuckin mars by some tin can looking fucker just to find out he and his whole company had been fucking with hell of all places to get energy. Then I killed some demons...a LOT of demons. broke some stuff, collected some weapons, stopped an invasion and blew a hole through the brain spiders brain head just to get stabbed in the back by said tin can. He stole the crucible and is probably gonna start another invasion all over again just to have me come in and clean it all up again.

I growl to myself as I think of all the work i had dome just to keep hell away from earth was about to be undone by some giant toaster. I sigh to myself, it's no use thinking about any of that right now I tell myself as I look around at the darkness around me. Was I back in the coffin somehow? Nah, this was different, it was like I was having sleep paralysis in that thing, this just feels empty. I look down at my armor covered hands, I was still in my suit thankfully. I squeeze my hands into fists, hearing a satisfying crack from my knuckles as i do while the survos in my gauntlets whirr quietly. I'm not dreaming I can still feel and there aren't any demons to kill so this can't be one of my dreams.

Just as I was getting ready to look through my arsenal a bit, do a check up on my ammo and guns, I feel gravity starting to pull me down. I feel the wind bashing against the back of my armor through the sensors on the exterior. the void starts to disappear into itself letting moonlight shine through my visor. Not big and red? Not two of them? This ain't hell and this ain't mars, where the hell am I? I looked down at the ground and I see my boots...with nothing under them. I look back behind me, ah there's the ground, and it's getting real close real damn quick.

I'm guessing I'm around half a thousand feet up in the air falling down to this planet...realm...whatever the fuck I'm falling to. My impact compensation should deal with most the fall but I have a feeling my legs will be aching a bit after this. I can see lights, bright ones, street lamps maybe? I think some are coming from inside buildings and even more are strung up between them. Could I possibly be on earth? Nah I'm not lucky enough for that, plus that probably wouldn't be too helpful for terminators plans for human destruction. Though he seems just dumb enough to do something like that.

Third Person

The slayer had angled himself upright with his boots now facing the roof of the building he was falling towards like a meteor. He tried to ready himself to land but as soon as his heavy, armored, frame hits the edge of the roof he goes right through it stripping the shingles off it. He gets sent backwards slamming into the edge of the next roof down back first tearing even more shingles off it as he continues his fall down to the earth. His body is flipped forward fromt facing the ground before he impacts it with a heavy THUD cracking and shattering the pavement and leaving a small crater in it.

He gets up off the now destroyed pavement of the alley before looking around at his surroundings with little more than a rough grumble as he quietly thanks nobody had witnessed the faceplant he just took. That is before the shingles he had ripped off the rooves all land right on top of his helmet though he doesn't seem to notice it. He reaches down to his waist where a mini pocket dimension device is attached to the suit. He taps the device to bring up his weapon wheel and returns to taking stock of his arsenal like any self respecting, demon killing, gun nut would do in the situation. As he looks on into the small dimensional rift in front of him he feels his rage skyrocket to hights it hasn't reached since the demons locked him away.

Almost all of his weapons where gone save for three. His combat shotgun, the heavy assault rifle, and the pistol he never uses. The rage he feels is more potent than any beserk orb could hope to induce, more volitile than a mancubus' insides. He was livid by every definition of the word. The weapons he had grown so attach to had disappeared, they were gone, stolen from him and he could think of no being who would got to such lengths to piss him off then Samuel Hayden. He must be responsible for the slayers diminished arsenal! The robot had not only earned the slayers discontent, but now his blinding, single-minded, hell shattering hatred as well.

He quickly turns to the darkest depths of his mind as he imagines all the ways he would exact his vengeance on the head of the UAC the next time they meet. He would smash him down to screws, dismantle him, smudge his screen, he would turn him into a toaster. He would upload viruses to his mother board and water board his circuits, no pain would be too great or too small, no violence too cruel, nothing would stop him from exacting vengeance upon him, nothing!

As the slayer imagines all the terrible things he would do the the unfortunate Samuel Hayden he gets snapped out of it all by the sound of a shrill scream echoing through the alleyway. He quickly looks up to the source of the disturbance, a young woman who came to see what had caused her house to shake so harshly and what could've made such a loud crash. Only for her to see a man decked out in full armor, still covered in what must be gallons of still fresh blood and bits of brain from a certain arachnid monster. He growls to himself, putting aside his thoughts of vengeance as he rushes out of the alley way and into the beautiful streets of Dorado.

He's taken aback for a moment as he looks out at the new environment. He was truly not expecting to be sent to such a beautiful place, it wasn't an endless hell scape riddled with demons, not the ruins of Argent D'Nur long since submitted to hell, not even a dense industrial city filled with smog and pollution. he was in a beautiful city clear of any sign of demonic invasion with lights and festive decorations strung up all around. Beautiful, well maintained, modern houses and buildings flanking every street. There were even PEOPLE walking around, not chained hell worshipers, no mindless possessed zombies, no occultic psychos, normal people! He was honestly a bit confused by it all. But there would be no time for thinking as he hears another scream from behind him.

"My roof!?! Who put a hole in my roof!!" he heard someone yelling from the alleyway. He grunts to himself before taking off into the streets feeling like he should stay out of trouble for the moment. He doesn't know anything about this place or about it's people, it looks so different from what he remembered, what he had expected. Plus it's been so long since he had human interaction of any kind aside from a crazed cult lady and a cyborg. He was never very good with people to begin with, but he was sure a lifetime of fighting demons alone in hell had not made him more charismatic. He would stay away from them and get his bearings first, his top priority was finding out where the fuck the future scrap heap had sent him.


A/N: And that is the end of chapter 1 of the new talons doom. this is taking longer than i thought it would to be honest but I'm enjoying writing/typing again. It feels nice putting down my thoughts and ideas. Though I find myself struggling at times with the word count. hard to tell what's too long and what's too short for me personally. So if you guys think the chapters from now on should be longer or shorter please say so. Right now I shooting for around 1k each chapter but I feel I could do more.