Guest chapter 2 . Aug 23
Well I can't wait to see doomguy meet Rory and see how she reacts
Nivlac: Probably how we expect.
Hindreshchapter 2 . Aug 23
Fuck yeah.
Nivlac: Yeah fuck.
Uh chapter 2 . Aug 23
Was this chapter dark? No.
Was this chapter violent? No.
Was this chapter edgy? No.
Was this chapter fucking NUTS?
Fuck yes. Don't stop.
Nivlac: Okey
helkilchapter 2 . Aug 22
holy shit FUCK YEAH
Nivlac: Shitty hol YEAH FUCK
Guest chapter 2 . Aug 22
Fucking kickass I NEED MOAR.
Nivlac: Yeet.
Cowmangler9000chapter 2 . Aug 22
d()b
Great stuff
Nivlac: I love writing this shit.
Guest chapter 2 . Aug 22
Amazing
Nivlac: *Thumbs up*
Doomfan666 chapter 2 . Aug 21
Yes, your back.
Nivlac: I've never left, I'm just incredibly lazy.
headreviewer mk2chapter 2 . Aug 21
yes continue
Nivlac: K
Downhillrabbit6chapter 1 . Aug 21
At first I was like: "Rip and Tear?" and then I was like Ayyyyy and bifurcated my dog with my bare hands and spread it's entrails across my room. Thank you for the fic, btw. I expect much violence.
Nivlac: My stories? Have violence? Good sir, none of my stories have violence at all, they are totally for children to read and… stuff. Also did the same to my dog, lol.
Nacho141 chapter 2 . Aug 21
Please continue. I wanna see more Rip and Tear.
Nivlac: KK
Drgyenchapter 2 . Aug 21
Don't stop here. Make demons create Hellholes from slaughtered victims and have their fun.
Also glad you make the DG not too receptive by the natives when he first appear. No instant friends because Imperials are too scared shitless of DG.
Nivlac: I mean the guy isn't there to make friends, plus wish granted.
Ronmrchapter 2 . Aug 21
This is pure fuckawesome badasses in written words, you sir are making a masterpiece. I exitingly wait for next chapter.
Nivlac: Here ya go.
grey chapter 2 . Aug 21
suggestion: hell to pay by miracle of sound, five finger death punch version may not be best for this fight though
Nivlac: I've been listening to Sabaton and metal remixes for Dooms soundtrack.
samuraimaster1776chapter 2 . Aug 21
Niceu Niceu chapter
Nivlac: Shaaa
Neema Amirychapter 2 . Aug 21
fucking jizzed in my pants
Nivlac: That's what tissues are for.
Now read my fic of gratuitous violence. And shit.
The Doom Slayer cracked his knuckles, and gave the corpse of the Baron of Hell beneath him another smack for good measure. The Roman like soldiers all stared at him, dumbfounded. None of them attempted to approach him (much to the Slayer's satisfaction) and the walking personification of demonic genocide simply began sprinting in a random direction, towards a forest.
He wasn't letting any damned demon get away. It was his conquest. He need not eat, drink, or even sleep. The Doom Slayer did not age, or fall prey to illness and other such afflictions. Hell had become as much a part of him as he had become part of its history. Hell was eternal, unyielding, as were its denizens, until they were torn apart by his hands.
So to would the Doom Slayer be, until he suffered the same fate; but no demon could possibly hope to fell him. Not the Titan, not the Spider Mastermind, and most certainly not the Cyber demon. Compared to those three, these demons were merely poultry to him. His boots pounded against the green grass, trampling it into the dirt as he ran at top speed.
A soldier ran out in front of him, and held his hands out to his side.
The Doom Slayer bowled him over as if he wasn't even there, knocking him to the ground effortlessly. He leapt once he reached the edge of the hill, using the boosters in his boots to make him ascend even higher. There at the bottom of the hill were campsites with several soldiers scrambling to get away from demons that had stayed behind. Tents were burning, and soon the demons would be. He spotted the perpetrator for the chaos, a lone imp that bobbed and weaved through several strikes from these soldiers with ease.
He could see other lesser beings darting through the campsites, continuing on into the forest ahead. Only that one imp actually stayed to fight and cause chaos. A large mistake on the pathetic creature's part. The Doom Slayer fell and landed right in front of the camp, wasting no time, he ran straight for the punitive imp.
The thing just dodged a sword when it turned its ugly head, catching the Doom Slayer in its sights. It screamed, and turned to flee, but by time it had accomplished that, the Slayer was already upon it. He tackled it to the ground, and grabbed its forehead. He raised the skull up, and smashed it against the ground, cracking its skull open.
The Slayer wasted no time, instantly getting back up, and charging towards the forest where he saw the other demons leaving through. Several humans with long tower shields formed a shield wall in front of him, about twenty feet or so. The Doom Slayer scoffed at their pathetic attempts to stop his momentum. Once he was within five feet of the shields, he leapt over the wall, using his boosters to gain even more altitude.
He landed on the other side with no trouble, and spotted three imps scampering off in the forest ahead. The Slayer bolted over to them as fast as possible, and the little monsters looked back at him, letting out a demonic screech of fear. They all turned, and began leaping through the branches of the tree's, deeper into the forest ahead.
The Doom Slayer brought out his scoped assault rifle, and aimed down the sights. The uranium covered rounds left the chamber of his tan colored rifle, several of them finding purchase in the monsters torsos. Two of the weak creatures fell dead to the earth; one of them was struck in the arm and kneecap, knocking it out of the air in-between tree hopping.
It landed on the ground, and upon that, used its remaining functioning arm and leg to attempt to crawl away. The Doom Slayer passed into the forest in no time at all. The wounded imp looked back just in time to see the Slayer rear back his right leg, swinging it forward into the imps face.
The head more or less exploded, covering the dirt in gore. The Doom Slayer didn't even look twice, and continued through the forest, hoping to find some trace of where some of the demons had fled. He had to kill them as fast as possible; otherwise they would begin constructing gore nests to summon more of their wretched kind.
He didn't think about where to go, he simply ran as fast as he could further into the forest, hoping to catch some demonic presence along the way. Earlier, atop the hill, he saw several dozen scamper off in every direction. Which meant that he had to travel in every direction until every direction was clean of demonic filth. He continued on like that for hours, only finding the occasional imp or unfortunate hell razor that he would eviscerate with prejudice.
Soon, those hours turned into days of him charging madly around this mysterious land, searching for the demons that had escaped into this world. He passed through plains, mountains, and even small villages, destroying any filth he could find among them. The people he encountered looked at him with wide eyes as he saved their tiny villages, children eyed him with what he could assume was only hero worship.
Then soon the days turned to weeks, his hunt never ceasing.
Surely gore nests have been constructed by now, and he would be glad to tear them all down.
Eventually, after slaying many stragglers he had come upon, he found what appeared to be a small village deep within one of the forests surrounding the hill in which he came from. In the hour before arriving however, he noticed that there were plumes of smoke rising from the edge of the horizon.
The Doom Slayer knew that demons had to have been about. He charged towards the direction of the smoke, and came upon the bloody remains of the small hovel. Broken and bloody bodies lay strewn about; rotting under the sunlight between the houses (which he noticed were both a part of the trees as well as separate from them) and an all too familiar orange glow coming from around the corner of one of the straw topped huts.
He quickly rounded the corner, and saw what he feared would happen.
A gore nest stood high, the orb of floating energy hummed with power, and the bodies it was built with smelt of rot. The crescent egg shaped mass of corpses was a bit more… pointed than he was used to. That's when the Doom Slayer noticed that the faces in the mass of bodies had long ears with a point.
Elves? That was odd.
He banished the thought.
Be they man, elf, or hell even a dwarf, if they were the victims of hells onslaught, he would put them to rest. He darted up to it, and plunged his fist into the large pulsating yellow heart in the center of the construct, ripping it out in an explosion of blood and gore. A demonic scream resounded from it as it was destroying itself, and the sound of demons teleporting into existence near him reached his ears.
He wheeled around, and fired his shotgun blindly, the slugs impacting against the body of a pointy eared corpse, shredding its entire upper body into nothing. Several more pointy eared corpses rose from the ground where they previously lay motionless, and stumbled towards him. Several imps scrambled up the trees around him, and hung off the trees with one arm. In their other free hand, they began to charge up balls of energy.
A mancubus rounded another corner, its disgusting gut jutting out from its single piece of metal armor covering its chest. Two hell knights materialized a few feet away from him, and roared at him in a feeble attempt to terrify him. Sadly for them…
The Doom Slayer was fearless.
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Molt Sol Augustus pinched the bridge of his nose. His black crown felt heavy on his brow, and his pure white cape made his neck itch considerably more than it should have. He leaned back in his pure white marble throne.
"Emperor… The losses are catastrophic." A man in purple robes told him, kneeling in front of his throne.
The white fluted pillars supported the stone ceiling above, and the large brown oaken doors on the other end of the throne room creaked with every lord, lady, and angry sheep herder they allowed in. All complaining about the same thing.
The vicious monsters that now roamed the land, killing, consuming, and destroying their livelihoods. Ever since the Gate had opened, it had been a curse on his fortune. These demons could be dispatched of course; however, reports from his forces indicate that these creatures are now teleporting into the realm via these… constructs made of gore and decapitated body parts. As per his instruction, he informed them to eliminate each and every single one they came across. If these constructs were allowed to spread, these creatures may very well take over the nation.
The Empire would not fall under his watch. They had hundreds of thousands of soldiers, several of which were ogres, wyvern riders, and highly trained cavalry. The mighty men of his military would not sit idly by as demons burned his citizens homes and slaughtered them without mercy.
"Twenty thousand men alone have been eaten, torn apart or worse…" The man in purple stated. "These creatures have ferocity in them previously unseen in any other beast. They're evil my emperor, please, we need to send a request in for the sub nations to lend their forces to-"
Molt raised his hand, silencing the man in purple.
"They are facing the very same creatures; they have spread to their borders as well, and are wreaking havoc among them. As soon as these gore constructs are destroyed, we can hold the line at Alnus Hill until the Gate eventually closes once more." Molt stated. "Are there any other reports on the green man that also appeared from the other end of the Gate?"
The man in purple bowed further. Molt had heard that among these demons was a man clad in green plate, which stopped for nothing but slaughtering the strange creatures that he followed out of the Gate. The survivors of Alnus Hill state that he moved like lightning, never staying in one place for any amount of time.
Through his might he struck with weapons that breathed fire and thunder, tearing the monsters to bits. Even with just his fists, he was able to punch their
Fucking
Heads off.
Impressive to be sure. He had wanted to meet this man, so he could discuss with him the proper way to terminate these vermin, however, the only thing that Molt had heard is that he was roaming the countryside; killing demons.
Several citizens, soldiers, and merchants alike have seen his visage, and described him as a knight of incredible power, slaying any of the scourges that he could get his hands on. Molt leaned back in his throne.
"He was last seen entering the woods around Alnus hill emperor, surely hunting for more of the demons. Several men had tried to stop him, but he merely ignored them, either running right over them; quite literally I might add, or leaping over them without looking back twice." The man in purple said.
The emperor rubbed his chin.
"He certainly has a one track mind. If possible bring him too me, if worse comes to worse, he's only serving to help the people with his actions, killing one of these things will save ten Imperial lives, so imagine how many he's saved already?"
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Tuka opened her eyes slowly. Her head hurt, a lot. The blonde elf sat up from her prone position, noticing she was surrounded in water about a foot deep. Her clothes were soaked. She grabbed her arms, shivering. Everything from the previous night felt… foggy, like she was staring through a deep puddle of water trying to make something out on the other end.
Why was she in the well? How was she going to get out? She stood up, and looked skywards. It was daytime, and the smell of smoke filled her nostrils… why smoke? Was the village holding a bonfire? They were in a forest! So that couldn't have been right.
Suddenly, a massive thundering sound burst through the air, causing Tuka to recoil and cover her now pained ears. Others followed soon after, and she found herself kneeling down, clutching her ears tightly in an attempt to block out the loud noises that resounded from above.
They didn't.
She shut her eyes in fear.
If anything, they only slightly slowed down, with short pauses in between that barely lasted a second. She opened her eyes again, and saw as a large piece of stone fell from atop of the well, splashing in the water in front of her. She looked up, and saw one of them, crawling down the well.
She screamed in horror as she remembered the events that had transpired previously. These creatures… came from nowhere, and tore apart her whole village. She remembered… that her father shoved her down the well, and told her that he was going to join the defense.
If this thing was still alive, didn't that mean that her father and the other warriors had failed?
The small tan colored monster continued to crawl down the well, towards her, and she let out a scream.
"Get away from me!" She shouted.
As it drew closer, Tuka noticed that its glowing orange eyes were wide… almost as if it was in fear? Soon the loud thunderous sounds above ended, and she let out another scream as the imp drew closer. Suddenly, she saw something look down from the well. It was hard to tell what it was, but she could make out one color.
Green.
Whatever it was dropped down from the well, its arms spread out to grapple the tiny imp. As it drew closer to the creature, she could tell that it was humanoid, a massive man shaped golem with a single blue eye collided with the creature, the both of them falling further down the well. The golem took the creatures head, and drove it against the cobbled stone on the way down, grinding its ugly face against it. The blood trailed down the stone on the way down. By time the two of them reached the bottom, the splash was enormous. The green golem's knees absorbed the shock with ease, and it reared the creature's now faceless head back, and slammed it into the stone with a loud smashing sound. The head of the imp seemingly exploded, covering her with gore.
The golem let the creature fall to the water, dead. The green golem then turned to her, clenching its fists.
"N-no!" She shouted, raising her hands in defense.
She looked away from the golem, and prepared for the beating of a lifetime, but it didn't come. After a second or so, she looked back. The golem's fists were unclenched, and it simply stared at her, and then stared back to the top of the well.
It was a good thirty feet high, no man could possibly jump out of it. They would need a rope to get out semi comfortably; otherwise they would need to use the stone as grips. However, with how shaky she was, Tuka was certain that there was no way she could crawl out on her own.
Her father was most likely dead… Salty tears poured down her cheeks, and she wept.
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The Doom Slayer looked down to the crying elf, and felt confused.
He didn't like being confused. He wanted to get out of there immediately and continue the chase. However, another part of him that he thought was long dead cried out to him, begging him to save her from the well. The Slayer clenched his teeth, and looked back up to the entrance of the well.
What on earth was he going to do after he got her out of this well? He couldn't just leave her here, not when other demonic scum could find her and use her body for the next gore nest. There had to be another village nearby that he could dump her in, and then he could leave on his hunt once more.
He grabbed VEGA's backup hard drive, and inserted it into the back of his helmets slot. He wasn't sure if it worked that way, but at this point he didn't care. Having VEGA help him map out an area or even attempt to translate the natives language for him would be useful…ish.
He never intended to talk to any of the locals. Hell, he didn't even know if he could talk anymore.
[VEGA unit loading, restoring corrupted files, estimated wait time is two hours]
The Doom Slayer slammed his fist into the cobbled stone next to him in frustration, causing the elf girl to flinch. He didn't even know if VEGA could translate different languages, and even if he did, could he even do it with a language that's from another world? Somehow the UAC was able to translate the demonic tablets of hell, so perhaps.
The elf girl was still crying.
He shook his head with further frustration. The Doom Slayer crouched down on his knees, and tapped the girl on her shoulder, causing her to flinch once more.
"Ne ooot me kalin!" She screamed, not looking at him.
Frustrated, he tapped her shoulder again.
This time, she took her hands away from her face, and looked straight into his visor, still attempting to back away from him even though she was literally against a wall. She still looked terrified. How was he supposed to go about calming someone down after their entire lively hood had been destroyed?