Yes everyone, RIP and TEAR.
That's pretty much this whole chapter. I suggest listening to any hardcore heavy metal. I did while writing this chapter. Of course, Rip and Tear was one of them.
I'll be doing review responses next chapter.
Skulls crushed, spines torn out, bodies mutilated. Demonic and human alike. Rip and Tear the demons.
Rip and Tear.
The Doom Slayer leapt high, and shoved his shotgun into the eye socket of a Baron of Hell. The weapon sunk deep into its glowing eye, covering it with demonic blood, and pulled the trigger. The spray of the bullets destroyed the big red demons brain in an instant, and the Slayer jumped back down to earth, landing on the shoulders of an imp, knocking the punitive creature to the ground. When the Baron of Hell's body collapsed on to the earth, so too was the imps skull crushed by his right fist, bloodying the Slayers gauntlets.
He wasted no time, and jumped upwards. A beam of energy whizzed past him, an attack from one of the many pathetic demons that dare attack him. He turned midair, and spotted the perpetrator. A Hell Razor had shot an energy beam at him, and missed.
Like the fool it was.
The Doom Slayer staggered it with a blast of his shotgun, the individual pellets tearing its stone colored flesh asunder, and quickly dashed forwards. He grabbed it by the wrist, and pulled, slamming the creature into the ground. The Slayer then punched its
Fucking
Head off, spraying it's gore all over the unfortunate human soldiers nearby, who were struggling to form some sort of shield wall. He cared not for them, as long as they didn't get in his way. He quickly switched to his chain gun, and jumped in front of the shield wall. He enabled its turret function, three triple barreled mini chain guns spreading out from left to right.
The demons in front of him continued to tear apart the human warriors they fought, but the Slayer knew that those men were going to be dead in a moment anyway. Knowing that, he would still try and avoid hitting them.
He would try.
He pulled the trigger, the bullets flying through the air and tearing apart the flesh of any being caught within the weapons kill zone. Demons were reduced to little more than a puddle, especially the fat Mancubus's… Mancubusi?
Who cares?
A huge number of the horde was mowed down and wounded demons screamed, attempting to crawl back through the mysterious portal that lead here.
No escape.
He quickly pulled out his rocket launcher, the long green hunk of metal humming, just waiting to be used. The Doom Slayer complied, and pulled the trigger, three rockets flying out of the barrel and exploding near several groups of the pathetic demons, turning them to mush. Still more of the scum poured through the portal, so still the Slayer would kill. Until none were left.
Until it is done.
Something had the nerve to lay a hand on his shoulder. The Slayer turned, and shoved the offending limb away, seeing one of the human warriors looking shocked. The human tried again to touch him, so the Doom Slayer shoved him to the ground with one hand, and turned his attention back to the fight.
He ran forward, pulling his plasma rifle to bear, and opened up on several imps that were charging one of the human positions. The little monsters melted into little more than bloody piles of goop, and the Slayer continued forwards. He noticed a discarded sword on the ground; he swiped it up from the ground as he ran by, and reared up a swing.
An unexpecting imp had its head lopped from its shoulders with one fell swoop, spraying blood all over the Slayer and staining the white metal of the blade. It was no longer than his arm, but it was solid and well balanced. The double edge glowed in the sunlight, and the grip was built for comfortable use. The hilt was a solid ball of iron, and upon noticing that, he used it to bludgeon a Hell Razor to death.
He continued to slash through their pitiful forces, the forces of hell quivering in fear. A hell knight swung its fist at him, but The Doom Slayer was too quick, and easily ducked under the blow. He swung as soon as he stood up, slicing the demons weak arm off before quickly slashing through half of its face vertically. Brain matter was clearly visible after the strike, and the monster fell to the ground, undoubtedly dead.
An imp leapt at the Slayers face, and he leaned all his weight into a swing to meet the foolish demon. His sword cleaved through the imp horizontally above its waste. The imp's entrails decorated the ground, and The Doom Slayer did not cease his advance.
He carved a bloody swath through the demons weak forces, rending flesh and removing limbs with every swing.
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Heroism.
That was all that Yunn could see from the man in green. His attacks were savage and brutal, every blast from his staves of steel, every slice with his former superiors sword, all served to kill one of these beasts. The odd thing that the young man had noticed was that this man came through the opposite side of the Gate, along with all of these monsters. Yet his hatred of them was clear to see, with every attack or movement, he could tell that there was inconceivable rage in his heart.
With his mighty anger, he slew more of the monsters than the entire imperial army combined. Yet for every monster that he and the army slew, a new swath of beasts would pour through the Gate. Yunn could only imagine if these horrors were allowed to spread across the land. They needed to hold the line, no matter what the cost. His sister's life depended on it. He ran forward, to join the man in green in glorious battle.
He stabbed his sword into one of the smaller demons throats, and withdrew, the monster falling to the ground easily. He charged again, dispatching many of the small demons with ease.
"You're a fool Yunn; mother needs you here, not off fighting somewhere. What would we do if you died? You're the man of the house ever since father died, in that very same imperial army. So listen you idiot, come back alive."
He fought furiously, following the man in greens example, simply moving around as fast as possible, never staying in one place for even a second. He continued that way, and slew several more of the smaller monsters. He never knew that he could be this mighty!
Then he was on his face. His vision was blurred, and his back felt wet. He struggled to push himself up, but felt a massive foot holding him down. He looked up, and saw one of the large monsters pinning him with his foot. Yunn clenched his teeth, and attempted to scramble away from the large beast. It may not have been one of the red ones with horns, but it was still large enough to rip him in half if it so desired.
The thing then grabbed Yunn by the torso, and lifted him up to its eyeless face. Everything about it was visible, its teeth, its white skull, the horrid rancid breath. It roared, flinging spittle all over his face. Yunn saw his sword on the ground beneath him, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to reach it. He raised up his fist, and struck the monster hard in the jaw.
He looked back at the hand he struck with, and saw that a few of his fingers were bent in a way they shouldn't have been. The thing raised its other fist, and was about to strike him, when that arm was cleaved off. The demon dropped Yunn to the ground, who landed with a painful thud. He quickly looked up, and saw that the green man had sliced the monster's arm clean off.
The man in green pivoted after the strike, and slashed through the monsters chest, spraying blood all over his green armor. The beast fell to its knees, and the green knight punched the monsters skull in half, sending brain matter flying everywhere. Yunn sat there, dumbfounded, and began cackling like a mad man.
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The Doom Slayer quickly turned his attention from his now skull-less victim, and bisected another imp, then two, eventually five. His mighty gaze noticed that several of the weak demons were fleeing in terror from him in random directions, into the surrounding forests. He clenched his teeth in rage.
He grabbed a hell razors wrist, lifted it up, and slammed the pommel of the sword into its elbow, snapping the demons arm at a ninety degree angle. The Doom Slayer then threw the beast to the ground, and stomped on its skull, crushing it into paste. More demons fled, but he destroyed whatever ones that he could get his hands on.
With every single one that escaped, another monster entered through the gate. The mighty Doom Slayer pulled out his legendary weapon.
The Big Fucking Gun. Or the BFG for short.
He shoved past warring demons and humans alike, and aimed the silver green glowing gun at the entrance of the Gate, and pulled the massive trigger. There were hundreds of demons surrounding the entrance, and the Slayer grinned madly, showing all of his teeth.
A huge blast of green energy exited the large barrel of the Big Fucking Gun, and it cut a swath through the demonic horde. Green beams of energy shot out from the green ball of plasma, striking every demon near it. Once the main ball of energy connected with one of the Barons of Hell, a massive explosion spread out from the entrance of the Gate.
Any demonic presence at the entrance of the mysterious tunnel was reduced to little more than piles of gore. The Doom Slayer thought for a moment that he saw one of the humans a few feet to his left vomit.
Weakling.
For only a moment, the horde stopped pouring through, but only for now. Any moment now, the rest of the army of Hell would pour through, and they were likely to destroy this world. Many of them have already escaped into this place, most likely intent on spreading their evil throughout the land.
He would not have it.
He wouldn't.
"Oga mo intastra ogre no lagresh entrée!" He heard a man yell from behind him.
He was so lost in his rage; he didn't notice the other creatures about fighting the evil scum of hell. Short pig men, large green men with tusks (Orcs?) and massive creatures that stood as tall as the Barons of Hell. They did not seem demonic, so he cared not for their existence. Two of the massive beasts that he observed earlier arrived, holding two massive pieces of thick stone. There were symbols carved into the rock that he didn't understand. He could allow his helmet to read the language, but that wasn't going to help him slay his evil foes.
The two huge beasts slammed both of the massive slabs of stone right next to each other at the entrance of the gate. The runes he observed earlier began to glow an ominous red color, and the Doom Slayer turned away, seeing several demons either fleeing, fighting, or dying.
He preferred all of them to be dying.
By his estimation, a few thousand have made it through before the entrance was sealed off. That was what he was assuming anyhow. By time this Gate appeared, he was in one of the deepest bowels of hell, slaughtering the horde that this military had so kindly assisted him with.
Weak as they were.
He saw all manner of demon flee for the forests, several hundred of every kind. Cacodemons floating away, imps flinging through several dozen trees, even Barons of Hell had a huge following of every kind of demon following in its disgusting footsteps. In every direction.
What infuriated him is that he wasn't sure where to start. There were still a few hundred demons slaughtering this strange medieval army. If he didn't stay and kill them all here, then many humans would die at their hands. On the other hand, innocents could lose their lives because of his inaction to chase them down and send them back to the hole from once they came.
So he simply stopped thinking, and followed his instincts. He grabbed the nearest imp from the top of its skull, and ripped the thing in half. He pulled out his shotgun, and darted through, blasting creature's faces and limbs off in equal measure. Even the human troops were starting to back away from him out of fear. Even though he had only been killing demons for what felt like the last few centuries, he noticed that some of the soldiers had the gall to raise a lance at him if he drew to close.
If these men would attack the all mighty Doom Slayer, then he would kill them too.
Rip and Tear.
He ran up behind a hell knight and shoved his shotgun right against the back of its knee, and pulled the trigger. Bone and gore flew out from the new wound, and the monster fell to the ground on its crippled leg. The Doom Slayer ran up its back, grabbed the demons neck, and wrenched it to the left as hard as he could, snapping the bone like he would a twig.
He noticed a cacodemon floating a little too close to the ground, within the Doom Slayers range.
He leapt off the back of the dead demon, and landed on the face of the monster. He plunged his fist deep into its singular green eye, and ripped it out. He then shoved the eye into the monsters cavernous mouth and leapt back to the ground. The cacodemon exploded behind him, raining the ground with gore.
He landed on another imp's shoulders, and grabbed its skull. He plunged both of his thumbs into its eyes, and slammed the skull against the ground, shattering it like a watermelon. He quickly shot up from his prone position.
The Doom Slayer dodged a punch from a Hell knight, and pulled out his super shotgun, the double barrel's black metal glowing in the sunlight. He blew the fuckers arm off, causing the demon to recoil from the pain. He put away his shotgun, and grabbed it's skull with both of his hands, slamming it into his right knee and spreading gore all over other soldiers and demons.
He pivoted, turning backwards with a spinning fist, and punched an imp's damned head off. Another leapt at him, but the Doom Slayer grabbed its outstretched arms. He placed his right foot on its torso, and yanked, ripping the pathetic creature's arms off. He then used those arms to smack the monster across the face with it, knocking it to the ground. Another imp jumped at him, clearly not learning from its kinsman's mistake.
He swung both of the removed arms at the little beast, catching it in the ribs. The bones cracked under the force of the impact, and the monster went flying into the crowd of battling bodies. The Doom Slayer tossed the arms haphazardly away, and pulled out his gauss rifle. The long white gun glowing with blue energy.
He aimed it at the face of a Hell Knight, and blasted its hideous face off. He then used the heavier part of the gauss rifle to smash another imp into the ground, bloodying the metal. His vision turned red, and he lost himself completely to the combat, tearing apart any demonic body he could get his hands on.
He punched apart imps, hell razors, Barons, Knights, and any other weak pathetic monster that dared to exist. Their deaths were the only thing that would quench his never-ending thirst for demonic death. He would never rest until every single demons life in existence was extinguished. His fist went through the torso of an imp, and he retracted his gauntlet, the monster falling to the ground in a heap.
He ripped off a horn from a Baron of hell, and smashed its skull in with the very same black horn. He quickly pivoted, and smacked an imps head off with the horn, sending it flying away like a baseball. He leapt once more over a few human soldiers, and shoved the horn into the face of yet another hell knight, the monster falling to the ground in a bloody heap.
An imp jumped at him, and the Doom Slayer caught it by the throat, holding it aloft in the air. He crushed its throat and caved in its ugly face with a mighty strike of his fist, sending the beast flying away from him. The Doom Slayer brought out his chainsaw, and cleaved another path through the demonic horde, severing limbs and spraying blood everywhere.
The blood and gore was so thick, that every step sunk an inch deep in bloodied grass and dirt; causing a small pool of blood to form over his boot with every step. At this point, his armor was almost completely red, without a hint of its green shade. The Doom Slayer put away his chainsaw, and re equipped his commandeered sword.
He cleaved apart every other demon he could find, sparing no glory for his fellow man. Time became meaningless to him; as it always did when he entered these uncontrollable fits of rage. Eventually, he found himself merely punching a Baron's face in over and over again. He blinked, and brought himself back to his senses. The Doom Slayer took a deep breath, and stood up, shaking his hands clean of the blood.
There was more.
He knew the initial battle here was over, however; other demonic scum had escaped his rancor. That was something he could not bear. He cared not for this mysterious new world, only for the demons that have escaped into it.
Once he was done here, he would gladly return to hell to bring glorious retribution to the dregs of existence.