Bluzerkerchapter 1 . 3h ago
Dam I want is sooo good! :D
Nivlac: 1
Vault Busterchapter 3 . 8h ago
I have to say. I fucking love this!
Now, Doomguy's attitude kinda confused me slightly. He seems to regard life in general as pathetic and weak. But from his actions from the game, he hates demons, hates taking orders or even just suggestions! You seem to get those personality traits right.
But the entire seeing non-demonic beings as worthless seems kind of out of character. His last thing to want is to hurt innocent people, Doom Slayer is by heart, a good person. His attitude with Tuka would be more like, awkward school boy.
But seeing as their first interaction is already awkward, I see that you're giving Doomguy an already "nice guy" outlook to innocents.
Secondly: Fucking action scenes make me hard! I love the gory detail, the squishyness of demons going splorch! It's nearly orgasmic! It's pacing along smoothly too which is a plus.
One question... Won't Rory practically be horny all the time now? It'd make for a good joke. It'd be like what Rory did to Itami at the hotsprings?
Also, when Doom Slayer talks. Make him sound a bit cheesy. His thoughts may sound normal to us, but he sounds somewhat like the comic book character when he talks. It'd be a nice addition to add considering he is a complete and utter pyschopath with next to no social life, that's besides the spare decapitated Imp's head he talks to sometimes.
Nivlac: I'm glad my violence makes your dick hard. Also thanks for the long review, this shits what pumps out these updates other fans, learn from this guys example. When the Doom Slayer talks? You misunderstand sir, I don't think I'm going to give him the ability to talk. I feel like it would detract from his character. So for now, he says nothing.
KingArthur3chapter 3 . 12h ago
Woohoo! More DooM marine badassery!
Though what's he gonna do about ammo?
Nivlac: I'm sure he'll figure something out.
EVERY DAY WE ROT chapter 3 . Aug 27
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised Doom Slayer doesn't even know if he can talk anymore. This bastard doesn't even grunt from pain or effort. Badass.
Nivlac: Gooood I know.
GrandmasterOcelochapter 3 . Aug 27
Would it be possible if other Badass Video Game Characters could appear in Hell Gate? Like Master Chief, Marcus Fenix, Duke Nukem, Mad Max, Kratos, Or even Ash Williams from Evil Dead.
Nivlac: I like the idea, but I feel like it would alienate fans that have never seen these things.
Guest chapter 3 . Aug 27
Will the JSDF appear in the story as well?
Nivlac: Ahahahaha… I would tell you but it would spoil the story… the answer is no. Unless the JSDF somehow got access to Hell, then Falmart or whatever the fuck its called, then no.
Guest chapter 3 . Aug 26
Well I'll guess that Rory going to be in a orgasmic hell, by reaction to bloodshed like in the canon... I wouldn't be surprised if she started to dry hump DG, probably try to fuck/rape him but fail if anything.
In any case will there be lemon?
Nivlac: Let me get this clear right now, I do not write porn, and I never will. At MOST I will imply it happened, that's it, nothing else.
Zax chapter 3 . Aug 26
Another amazing chapter!
Nivlac: Thanks hun.
headreviewer mk2chapter 3 . Aug 26
why do i imaganie doom looking at her and saying "suck it up buttercup" then taking two .50 bmg rounds stabing them into the side of the well and use them like ice picks to climb out
Nivlac: Cause if he could talk he probably would. Except he can't.
Rook115chapter 3 . Aug 26
Yes.
I could certainly see how the Doom Slayer might be bad at socialization.
Nivlac: Voted most likely to be successful in school.
Caddy chapter 3 . Aug 26
Never in my life did think I'd read about zombie elves. Thank you:)
Nivlac: It's what I do.
Drgyenchapter 3 . Aug 26
"Destroyed?" It should be called "butchered" like from a Texas Chainsaw Massacre set piece. Really a infinite times worse than seeing Tuka's people burn to charred skeletons but turn into gory meats - and becoming wretched zombies and having them killed all over again.
I am approve of the reality that even DG couldn't be everywhere at once and therefore allowing the monsters of Hell to spread out their invasion. In hindsight he could have stayed at Alnus to slaughter the endless stream of demons rather than rushing around in a land that is completely unknown to him, hence a big mistake on his part. Heck, maybe the demons quickly plan that scattering their forces far and wide keep DG and his rage fuel attention distracted to the "little" stuffs while they have their feeding frenzy.
So what are you going to do if DG finds out that there are mortal raping bandits and slave drivers exist in Falmart? Will he pulverized their heads in? I call this a equal opportunity to kill all forms of evil on sight, like the Punisher from Marvel Comics.
Nivlac: Remember how I described the ogres with the stone slabs in the first chapter? They sealed the gate, but that may or may not have held. Also, you're going to like this chapter.
Ronmrchapter 3 . Aug 26
Pure awesome carnage, good job, also poor Tuka and elfes, I guess that the fire dragon would be a kinder option.
Nivlac: Either way everyone she loves dies. Good times.
samuraimaster1776chapter 3 . Aug 26
*Achivement Unlocked: First Waifu added to party*
Nivlac: I thought I had to play the hardest difficulty to get that one?
Neema Amirychapter 3 . Aug 26
badass mother fucker
Nivlac: A hyuck
nopeite nopeite nope chapter 3 . Aug 26
better than the last. keep it up.
Nivlac: A hyuck.
Perseus12 chapter 3 . Aug 26
The demon horde are DEAD MEAT!
Nivlac: I mean maybe.
The Doom Slayer felt like kicking something with the force of a thousand BFG's, but that would likely result in the deaths of everyone around him, and by everyone, he of course meant the blonde blue eyed elf girl below him.
Who was still weeping uncontrollably.
He shook his head again. The Doom Slayer felt along the cobbled stones surrounding him to see if he could find a good hand hold. Once he did, he looked back to the elf girl. He crouched down, and tapped her on the shoulder again. This time, she actually looked up at him, slightly wide eyed. He took his index finger, and pointed at her, and then he then turned around, pointing to his back. He then pointed towards the top of the well, and gestured for her to get atop his back.
For a moment, nothing happened, and The Doom Slayer thought he would have to throw her to the top, then he felt a pair of soft arms wrap around his shoulders.
Weird.
It's been a while since he'd been in contact with anything soft. Mancubus flesh didn't count, that was unpleasantly soft. He meant soft things like pillows. It wasn't like he could really feel the contact or anything, he was wearing a full suit of hell forged metal armor, but he could tell that this elf girl was soft. It only served to confuse him even further. He had spent eons tearing apart rough hard flesh and wielding steel weapons.
Contact with soft stuff was weird. Sure, grass was soft, but then, so was the flesh pits in hell, so the Doom Slayer didn't count that. Then her legs wrapped around the back of his waist, so now she was secure at least. Her face was buried into the nape of his armored neck, and the Doom Slayer grabbed the first stone.
He slowly began to inch his way up the well, lifting himself up with his legs rather than his arms, which only served to find hand holds. Each arm and leg was on opposite sides of the wall, and he continued that way, merely inching upwards as safely as possible. It didn't matter if he fell, he would absorb the impact easily, however, the elf may get hurt if he sped up this well recklessly.
Which he really wanted to do.
The thought that demons were out there killing someone infuriated him to no end. Once they finally reached the end of the well, he hopped on out. The elf girl didn't get off of his back however. In fact, she tightened her grip on him, and refused to take her face out of the nape of his neck, as if she didn't want to see what was around her.
The Doom Slayer couldn't blame her. Besides, if he put her down, she would have to keep up with his running speed, which he was almost certain no being could keep up with. It would be faster to have her on his back until he found a village; she weighed barely anything to him anyway.
"Hek no ula fasha…" She muttered, lifting her face from his neck.
She looked around them, and she dropped from his back suddenly. He quickly wheeled around, and saw her on her knees. Her blue eyes were wide like saucers, and more tears leaked down her fair skinned cheeks. She covered her face.
"Hun le os no fasha…" She said between sobs.
That confused feeling came back, and he would have groaned with frustration if he could have. Well… could he? The Doom Slayer attempted to make a sound with his throat, but nothing happened. It was like trying to will his ear to move on its own. He gave up on trying to sound irritated. Unsure of what to do, he simply turned around, and surveyed the carnage. The pointy eared corpses had all but been blown apart by his malice, put to rest as they should have been.
The Slayer looked down to the dirt, and noticed that it was getting… wetter? He looked to the sky, and saw that several dark clouds had formed overhead, bringing with it rainfall. The water washed the blood from his armor, and further soaked the elf girl, who was now shivering even further. He shook his head again; he forgot how fragile soft people could be.
He marched over to one of the destroyed huts, kicking open its mostly charred black door. The wood of the door shattered beneath his boot, and he scanned the inside of the mostly burned building. He spied a black, partially charred curtain covering a window on the opposite side of the room… next to the bodies of two elf children, their throats torn out. Blood pooled around the open wounds, and they lay haphazardly, as if they were flung about.
He clenched his fists in rage. It was all because he was too slow. The Doom Slayer would kill every damned one he could find in this world, even if it took him eternity, which, he did have.
He did not age.
He ripped the still dry curtain from its place on the window, and marched outside, making sure not to drag it through the dirt. He grabbed the elf girl by the shoulders, shocking her, and made her stand up. She still cried, but the Doom Slayer wrapped the curtain around her shoulders and head, stopping the rain from pelting her.
For a moment, she stopped her annoying sobbing, and simply stared at him quietly, eyes still wide. Now that they were both standing up straight… he was either very tall, or she was very short, she barely came up to his chest.
The Doom Slayer turned around once more, and pointed a thumb at his back. She quietly climbed back onto him, and then he took off running in a random direction once more, the elf girl giving a yelp of surprise due to the unexpected jump in speed.
They dashed through the forest for hours, and the rain did not relent. The Doom Slayer continued in just one direction, hoping that he would eventually find an exit out of the forest. The elf girl began shivering, and he noticed that she had begun trying to ball her fists together, likely in an attempt to warm them up because of the cold. The curtain he had given her before was already soaked much like her clothes by this point. However, where was he going to find another source of cloth? She was going to have to bear with the cold of the rain until he found a village.
As he was running, he heard a click in his ears. The surprise almost made him stop his charge, but he kept going, he knew what it was.
[VEGA unit now fully operational. Loading up primary systems: Help desk, Web searcher, volume, time and date, memory systems, primary information database, live translator-]
The Doom Slayer did come to a stop after he mentioned translator, and smacked his helmet. The elf girl looked at him with a bewildered look.
[Understood, activating live translator. Languages spoken commonly will be translated instantly, uncommon language will take loading time, languages not found in the database will take time to decipher; depending on if it is written or spoken live]
"Han ull ma oogalloo?" The elf girl stated, sounding perplexed.
[Processing… processing… data not found. Archiving as new language, beginning to decipher immediately into live translate. Tone of voice: Questioning. Requires more exposure for further information.]
The Doom Slayer said nothing in response, and continued to run straight ahead. Eventually, the two of them reached what seemed to be a small camp surrounded by a wooden log wall that was pointed at the top. A massive trench was dug around the fort, and it was full of sharpened wood stakes the size of the Slayers arm. A gate swung inwards once they approached, and a small fat man waltzed out, nearly stumbling onto his face. His nose was red, and the fat man narrowed his baggy eyes at the Slayer. His black beard and mustache were caked with multi colored crumbs, and his yellow teeth were crooked.
His bald head shone due to the rainfall, and he pointed a finger at the Slayer.
"Hye naga la humin gla ogrash!" He shouted, several men with crossbows then darted out from the gate, and aimed their arrows at the Slayer.
There were twelve of them in all, and they all wore jumbled together garments of brown leather, and their eyes looked…
[Scanning body language: Hostile intent. Words have been added to current database for use in live translator.]
The bearded man then saw the blonde elf girl on his back, and his beady little eyes widened.
[Intent is still hostile. Body language indicates a desire to inflict sexual harm upon the subject clinging to your back.]
"Ohhhh, jana!" He said, gesturing at his men. "Mwe ull ant run uth jana!"
[Other subjects also now intend sexual harm to the both of you]
The Doom Slayer clenched his teeth in rage. He backed up to the nearest tree, and more men closed in around him. He let the elf girl off of his shoulders, the men began laughing, and one approached the Doom Slayer. He stared at the elf girl, and started licking his fingers. The elf continued to shrink behind the Slayer as the fiend drew closer.
"Ahhhrrgggg!" A female sounding voice shouted from inside the fortress.
[Subject: female. Sound emitted is due to massive pain. Subjects are now suspected criminals. Suggesting apprehending and giving to authorities.]
Apprehending? What kind of a joke was that? The sick bastard tried to reach around the Doom Slayer to grab hold of the elf behind him, and as soon as that had happened, the Slayer grabbed the man's wrist.
"T-ala ook mon shi!" The bastard shouted in alarm.
The Doom Slayer punched his arm, snapping it at a ninety degree angle and making him drop to his knees in pain.
"Kala! No me kala!" He shouted.
Arrow bolts flew from their weapons, and bounced harmlessly off of his armor. The elf girl darted behind a tree, and the Slayer smashed his knee into the face of the evil man below him. Blood and gore exploded out of the back of his head after his nose was shattered, and the body slumped to the ground.
The Doom Slayer took a breath, and actually dropped the body.
How long had it been since he had killed a fellow human? It felt wrong almost… He shook his head. These men were no better than the demons he had spent centuries killing. They were demons, and he slew demons.
The Slayer grinned once more, and stepped towards the demons wearing the disguise of a man.
[Two subjects have urinated themselves.]
He charged towards the group of soldiers, who were trying desperately to pull out their swords.
It would do them no good.
The Doom Slayer drove his fist through the face of another man, creating a massive hole that his hand exited the other side of. The Slayer slid his hand out of the crater he made, letting the corpse fall to the ground in a wet slap against the mud. A sword bounced off of his helmet, and the Slayer instantly reacted, slamming his shin into the knee of the attacker.
The blow snapped the leg in a ninety degree angle backwards at the knee. The man shouted in pain, and fell to the ground, writhing in agony before the Slayer stomped on his skull, splattering bone shards and brain matter all over his right boot. He quickly turned, and slammed his fist into the throat of another opponent, denting the adams apple inwards and sending him flying ten feet away.
The fat man fled into the fortress, shouting in his frustrating language. The gate closed behind him, and the men left behind backed away from the Doom Slayer. He grit his teeth. He wanted to shout a challenge, but whenever he attempted, no words would come out.
It didn't matter.
He dashed forwards, and grabbed the nearest man, lifting him over his head. The Slayer then threw him towards the trench, where he was impaled on the wooden stakes. Three of the stakes entered his head, with many others sticking him in every other area.
The Slayer was surprised when the remaining men tried to dog pile him, all trying to grab at his limbs to restrain him. Even if he was slow enough to allow such a weak attempt to happen, he still had the strength to fling them off of him without trouble. He stepped away from the attack, and put up his fists once more.
He needed no guns to kill weak enemies. One of them charged him again, his sword raised over his head. The Slayer merely uppercutted him, sending the bandits lower jaw flying upwards. The bastard dropped his sword, and felt at his missing jaw, tears running down his eyes as his tongue lolled about and blood drooled out from his now jawless mouth.
The Slayer delivered a quick jab to his diaphragm, crushing the bone and knocking him to the ground. The Doom Slayer went to approach his next victim, who had dropped to his knees and began bowing to the Slayer.
"Noot en me kalin! Mi ervse ou!"
[Intent: Desperation, wants to live.]
Well they couldn't have that.
The Doom Slayer grabbed the man by the head, and yanked upwards with both hands, ripping the head clean off of its shoulders. The spine came along with it, the bones connected to it must have all snapped when he wrenched it out. He turned again, but most of the other men had fled towards the gate. One man stood his ground, his arms and legs shaking rapidly. Tears fell from his eyes, almost invisible against the heavy rain.
The Doom Slayer grabbed the spinal cord connected to the head he just tore off, and reared it backwards. He swung it forwards, and it caught the remaining bandit in the chest, knocking him to the ground. The Slayer stood over the downed human, and struck at him again, and again with the make shift skull flail.
He kept striking until the man moved no more. He then flung it over the wall of the fort, hoping to cause a little bit of psychological stress to its remaining denizens. Based on the screams of horror, he guessed that it worked. The gate was still shut, and the remaining men at it clawed the wood, getting long wood splinters under their nails and bloodying their fingers. The Slayer shook his head, and willed a grenade to appear in his hand.
[Warp technology still functional]
He knew that already.
The Slayer regretted wasting a grenade on such weak opponents, but he wanted the gate opened as well. Sure, he could have forced it open, but that would take up his time, and he hated wasting time.
The grenade landed at the men's feet, who took no notice to it. They were all caught in the epicenter of the blast, and were turned into little more than paste, their entrails and other giblets flying everywhere. The gate also was blown apart, wood chunks catching a man on the other side of the wall in the skull.
That bandit fell to the earth onto his face, causing the wood to be driven further into his skull. Several dozen more backed away from the remains of the gate, and the Slayer marched through the remains of both splintered wood and gory mud quietly, clenching his fists tightly. Dozens of men, about thirty of them pointed various weapons at him.
For a moment, neither side did anything. He took that moment to observe the camp he was in. To the right of him was a long cabin with a canoe shaped roof, about twenty feet high and one hundred feet long. Something akin to a latrine was dug besides it, full of brownish water. To his left was what appeared to be a black iron cage, almost the size of the longhouse and just as long reaching. There was nothing to stop the rain pour on to the contents of the cage, which upon realizing what it was made the Slayer attempt to scream in rage (he failed of course)
Skinny, malnourished looking men, women, and children were inside of the cage, the looks in their eyes hollow. They wore almost nothing, just simple rags and loincloths. Their bones clearly visible against their pulled tight flesh. A few children reached out to the Slayer through the metal bars that caged them, weeping in their native language.
He clenched his teeth, and his eyes went bloodshot red. He turned to the demons he saw, and cracked his knuckles, charging forwards to massacre all of the evil he could strangle, break, and crush.
Rip and Tear.
Until it is done.
Every swing of his fist crushed bone to dust, sundering armor as well as flesh. Every kick with his leg snapped bones like twigs or removed limbs entirely. The fat man fled into the cabin, and closed the door behind him. The Slayer would Rip and Tear him too. All of them. All of these traitors to humanity!
He grabbed a man by the throat, and smashed him into the ground, crushing his skull into gory paste. He ripped the arm off of another man, and smacked that same bandits head clean off. He took a mace from that same man, and began smacking everyone he could get his hands on. At some point during his blood rage, he had acquired a sword he was using to bisect men and limbs alike, making his armor red with blood. He didn't stop; he couldn't, not until the demons were all dead.
Rip
And
Tear
Until
It
Is
Done.