[World Walker.]
Hell is a strange dimension that has hardly been studied, and no where near it's entirety. Hell shifts and shudders, moving by and around other universes as it travels, as it ever expands. Now normally this is perfectly fine, it doesn't interact with the realities it goes past or even encircles. You could even travel from one universe to another crossing right through Hell itself without ever even knowing it and no one in Hell knowing it either.
But sometimes, very rarely and horrifyingly problems do occur. This is the case when one Taylor Hebert triggered. Hell was having a flare up in size and as her shard connected to the dimension where her power would truly come from it had an accident. In essence the communication between shard and home base if you will got utterly soaked in the energies of Hell.
While beings can, and in fact have, survived such before it does leave at the very least a taint. This time that taint manifested in a radical change of abilities Taylor was left with along with a decrease in emotions and dreams of a never ending sea of disgusting evils slaughtering themselves along with others. The energy Hell left on the connection assuring she was forever now bound to it, and Hell isn't one to let things go.
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While in the the psychiatric ward Taylor noticed she could feel a connection to somewhere, and when pulling lightly on it allowed her to get a mental image of a desolate landscape. It took time, and being careful, but after being released from the ward she tugged that connection again and again until she found out by visualizing moving she could move along that world and watch in secret.
Despite this world having from what she could tell actual demons it was still an escape. Time passed far quicker for her when watching, Taylor could spend hours traveling along while only seconds passed when she came back to herself.
So that is what she did, she watched as the demons fought each other, as they tortured anything they could get their claws on. She knew after triggering with whatever this is her emotions were greatly lessened. Being near totally apathetic to this proved without a doubt that the locker while not destroying her body did destroy her on the inside.
As time passed by she found a spot where there seemed to be technology, a spire at that where energy was gathered. Taylor watched and as what she now knew where humans of yet another world died she spied on the information available. This energy, Ardent, had supernatural capabilities. Some were outright killed by it, others twisted into new demons.
But there was something else to it, Ardent called to her. It was if it was alive and promising things of a better future. Taylor knew it wasn't true, however it was now a constant call in the back of her mind even if she wasn't there. Days turned into weeks and she became slightly frantic, impressive considering the deadened emotions.
It needed to be stopped, it was nothing but sinister lies which is most likely how this Hell entrapped those other humans to come here in the first place. Searching the land most likely wouldn't amount to anything, so instead she searched the facility. They could harness, to a degree, the energy. They might have a way to at least lesson the effects somewhere.
Ghosting through walls, doors, and at times demons Taylor kept looking while fighting off the influence. She refused to give in, to become forever trapped as one of those lower things the others played with. After comparative weeks searching the massive facility she finally found something. It was a green and very rugged armor downright oozing with violence.
Reading up on the bits and pieces she could find it seemed this was made to let the wearer use Ardent to improve itself without effecting the person inside. With a metaphysical breath Taylor dove inside the suit and was immediately rewarded with silence. Glorious, amazing silence. For an instant a gigantic weight was lifted off of her spirit as the sinful promises ended.
Of course the next instant the suit started up and she found that she could no longer disconnect back to her world or even get out of the suit. Thank everything in existence itself for her lack of emotions as otherwise she was sure to have died from terror.
As a map appeared inside of the helmet she heard a faint voice echo in the back of her mind. It told her what to do, what needed to happen for her to survive the Hell she was now trapped inside and get back home to her actual body. And so only one thing mattered now, to rip and tear until it is done.
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AN: Stopping there for now, might actually continue this one. I was listening to the Doom 2016 soundtrack and had a thought for a story, problem was my idea was apparently in the middle of itself. I wanted to have it make sense, to go together, and so I sat my ass down and wrote this for a beginning.
What you see is now the start of the game, which I won't be going through. The next part, if I write it, deals with her after she gets home.
As for her power? It only allows her to what amounts to spirit walking into other worlds, but at an enhanced rate or time. So far she has only found Hell, but there exists many more she can travel to. After all Hell is a central point of the power, and from itself many other universes connects to it or flows by it.
Also there is some, minor, changes to the Praetor armor and I have some ideas for making her far more powerful than what the Doomslayer normally shows. If you spot any problems or SoD breaking please take it in good spirits. Oh, and in case no one noticed World Walker is a take on one of his names, Hell Walker. She hasn't earned the actual moniker or the others, yet.
