joshingblockchapter 4 . Aug 29
Damn, out of all the Doom Fanfics I've read not many people go for complete quiet DS. At the most they make him do some stupid shit like sign language (just imagine a guy in a bloody green suit doing that shit), or make him grunt making the Doom marine feel less fun especially when they make him curse. You know what they say "Sometimes the best thing you can do is not do anything at all." or in Doom Slayers case say nothing at all.
You, somehow, have made the most interesting Doom Slayer without him saying a damn thing and it's amazing. For real though, people should try to stick to this Doomguy just because it would make since for him, I doubt that he was quiet in hell at first but it's probably done a lot of damage to the vocals with all that rage he carries.
You should be in charge of all Doom fics just by how good yours is.
P.S. RIP! AND! TEAR! UNTIL! IT! IS! DONE!
Nivlac: Your praise helped push this chapter out of my ass faster.
b0ss chapter 4 . Aug 29
Hey Doomguy is Doom Slaying again.
Nivlac: Yeet
samuraimaster1776chapter 4 . Aug 29
When I first saw him killing another human...
How do I say this...
I got a boner
Nivlac: Well if it lasts for more than four hours…
Rnijchapter 4 . Aug 29
Well, that was needlessly graphic, violent, rude, crass and terrifying.
I love it.
Nivlac: I'm glad.
Ronmrchapter 4 . Aug 29
Awesome, even though his view on people changed cause he is BADASS he still cares about other people. Also is he in Italica and did it fall to the renegade army? Or is there no renegade army and just some place with slaves?
Nivlac: …What? What made you think this was Italica? It's a tiny little fort in the middle of the woods. Its walls are made of logs of wood. The only two buildings are a longhouse and a cage full of slaves. I didn't describe a bustling city with stone walls by accident did I?
AlienLizardchapter 4 . Aug 29
Now, As much as I enjoy this fic, I do have a complaint. Now, I know that responding to reviews allows you to interact with your readers, But it took up almost half of the page. I have read several fics where a chapter comes out, I see it's length and think "YES!" only for a quarter to half of the chapter is responses to reviews. It is incredibly annoying to see this, At least for me.
I am sorry if I came off as a bit rude, But I wanted to leave some feedback with a legitimate concern/annoyance.
Nivlac: Well, I don't mean to sound like a massive dick hole, but it's not going to stop. Sorry. I'm not going to take the time to PM all of you guys individually, I would fucking die of old age before I got any writing done if I did that.
Guest chapter 4 . Aug 29
Well... the bandits or noble is fucked, have mercy on their soul... hahaha yeah right, slaughter the bastard like the pig they are, I want their death nice and slow, gory as much as possible.
And any other word when will DG meet Rory...
Nivlac: Rory this, Rory that, you guys really want to see these two meet don't you?
Guest chapter 4 . Aug 29
I creamed all over my phone while reading this good job keep it up :-)
Nivlac: I'm glad you got cream.
helkilchapter 4 . Aug 29
will he become a god of justice or vengeance if he does make sound have him communicate through growls/snarls/scoff/roars and then have the elf try to teach him words that he ends up speaking brokenly like a cave man
Nivlac: That goes against the whole silent protag thing I want going on. Plus, no he's not going to be a god.
Neema Amirychapter 4 . Aug 29
feels good
Nivlac: That can be interpreted in many ways.
nopeite nopeite nopechapter 4 . Aug 29
and another glorious slaughter preformed by the master of hell, the slayer. great chapter keep it up.
Nivlac: Sure thing daddy.
Jack vile Ripper chapter 4 . 1h ago
Thou art a superb writer. Thy writhing is so fun to read. And it made me jolly to finally encounter something such as this. A work of the holiest art- nay, the workof the unholiest of art. A brutal person thou art, and I like thee. Continue thy effort on furthering this story. Let the denizens of hell feel true fear, let the Empire of this world feel true power, and above all, Rip and Tear until it is done.
Nivlac: Yusssss.
Fellowman chapter 3 . 23h ago
"What on earth was he going to do after he got her out of this well?"
It's in these sort of moments that I love these types of characters. They're ruthless, efficient, merciless to their enemies, focusing on the smaller picture of stuff, but they're not evil. All they want is to not be messed with and for non evil people to not be messed with either. Characters like the doomslayer have spent most of their lives dedicated to the art of killing, but it doesn't stop them from saving innocents. But when they meet an innocent that they have to save and can't find a safe settlement to leave them in? Oh, the adventures and character development to be experienced is truly wondrous if done correctly!
Nivlac: I know, I love it too. I'm writing this as I go.
i4md347h chapter 4 . Aug 30
Me need more violence. Anyways, it would e been better if there was another gate opening up revealing the JSDF as well. It would've served a better story, seeing the interactions of a modern military force with a badass demon slayer feared by all the denizens of hell. Also, how strong do you think the DoomSlayer is? And will he get even more OP along the way, like becoming like Rory, truly immortal and undying, but without being able to ascend to godhood?
Nivlac: He already is immortal and undying, he spent centuries in hell fighting demons. Also, in my honest opinion, I think having the JSDF appear in the story for no reason would only serve to ruin what I'm trying to do here.
Artyom-Dreizehn chapter 4 . Aug 30
Man I love this! Pure cataconic gore and violence to the Heretek!(LOL). I'm excited to see the next update and Thumbs up!
Nivlac: Excellent.
Artyom-Dreizehn chapter 1 . Aug 30
I really like it that you humanize the Imperial soldiers, because it's always a cliche to make them barbaric and lust filled when there are also people there just in service to their landlords and want nothing more than to get done with their orders and go home to their family.
Nivlac: Well, not all Nazis wanted to burn jews and rule the world right?
Guest chapter 4 . Aug 30
This is pussy level violence
...(I'm kidding)
Nivlac: O
Guest34 chapter 1 . Aug 29
I hope the fat bastard gets a chainsaw right up his ass, he deserve to die in a horrible, gruesome death
Nivlac: Ha.
Bluzerker chapter 4 . Aug 29
it's really neat that you have the time to write this awesome fanfiction. Hope this gets popular and best wishes to author. I really appreciate you doing this.
Nivlac: I think its weird actually, something keeps pushing me to write this, like, hardcore write it.
headreviewer mk2 chapter 4 . Aug 29
Reading this made me think about ammo and othe things. but here he was worried about the use of a grenade so it kinda answers that. but now I see him running around with a full sized ballista resting on his shoulder as a bfg replacement. kinda like the over sized sword trope but with a crossbow.
Nivlac: That sounds impractical,but awesome.
rc48177 chapter 4 . Aug 29
Blood for the blood god, skulls for the skulls throne. Doomguy does the Lords work indeed
Nivlac: Hail to the blood god.
Master o Puppets chapter 4 . Aug 29
I'm glad Vega wasn't immediately capable of interpreting their language like some magic computer. Nice touch.
Also, just curious. Do you ever feel like you've run out of violent words to describe the action scenes? I shat out a Doom story once and it read like an edgy mess, nothing like this here masterpiece.
Nivlac: Oh my god YES. I feel like I'm repeating the same words over and over again, but what else do I really need?
StarKiller215 chapter 4 . Aug 29
The carnage is real. Kept up the good work, man. Also Doomguy being in-character make this story doing great in my eyes. Also the massacre is still starting and ongoing as of now.
Nivlac: Someone should keep a kill counter.
watstha chapter 4 . Aug 29
Amazing story so far, also I'm quite happy and relieved you decided to keep Doomslayer silent as well as understand that his personality comes from his actions.
Can't wait for the next chapter!
Nivlac: Here you go.
Drgyen chapter 4 . Aug 29
110% full on Punisher. My kind of avenger who shares no mercy to evil men. Though to point out that there were stupid human Satanists in UAC and they deserve to die if they were alive by DG.
I also fully approve for the pure silent protagonist angle because DG is the player. South Park: The Stick of Truth and Half-Life's Gordon Freeman are meant to be the player who saves the day. Also it would be amusing as hell to see confused as shit people wondering "is that guy a mute?"
I also like this chapter because of giving us readers the creative imagination of what those slavers and bandits were saying: "Spare me, please I beg of you" (splat), "Let us in you fat fuck! Open the fucking g-" (boom).
Admittingly, there is no half-ass way that the legions of Hell could be stop by giant shitty rocks when they have breached a future tech corporation on Mars.
Nivlac: They were magic rocks of mcguffiny bullshit or whatever. I described them as having etchings in them that glowed. That doesn't mean that they'll last forever though.
Guest chapter 4 . Aug 29
If Doom Guy encounter Hardy and Giselle. I expect an epic fight. I want to see both of them get RIP AND TEAR by BFG(Big Fucking Gun) right in their ass. After their death, all the God of Falmart would send their own army to stop DG. However, no one could stop him as he prove to be unstoppable. I want to see how all Gods try stop him or else he will go rampage and kill them all just like how Kratos destroy Olympus and kill Zeus for being ignorant and arrogant to mankinds. I'll pay just to see both hell and heaven fall.
Nivlac: ._.
The Doom Slayer stood there, his arms in claw like positions at his side. His breathing was ragged, and the blood that pooled around him soaked the mud a deep reddish brown. The men of the tiny fortress didn't even stand a ghost of a chance against his might. Rain continued to fall, but not hard enough to wash away all of the blood. After his breathing had evened itself out, he stood up tall, and looked around him.
Mutilated, broken, and bloody corpses surrounded him; there was one man whose skull was crushed with his own bisected foot. There was another man whose neck was snapped all the way backwards, facing chest down, face up towards the sky. He saw the head he tore off earlier laying in the latrine by the long house, floating in a mixture of rain water, shit, and piss.
He looked to his left, and blinked as he saw another pit that had been dug out. This one was so deep, that he could not make out the contents inside of it from his current location. He casually stepped on the skull of one of the dead men, barely taking notice. Once he reached the end of the pit, he noticed that it was twice as deep as he was tall.
However, that isn't what made him clench his fists with rage upon looking at it. Down at the bottom of the pit, was a pile of malnourished looking bodies of men, women, and children. The Doom Slayer widened his eyes to the point where it looked like he didn't have eyelids anymore, and attempted to scream in terrible fury.
No sound came out at all. Not even a pained grunt. He was completely mute, but that was okay.
His actions spoke far louder than anyone's words ever could. He turned back to the long house, and charged towards its front door. The brown wooden door was most likely locked, but that wasn't going to stop him at all. He rammed his shoulder into it at full speed, splintering the wood easily. Upon entering the long house, he noticed that two more men were pointing swords at the door.
They were likely waiting for him to breach the door. How stupid of them. Both of the swords bounced off of his armor harmlessly as he reared back his right fist, bringing it forward into the closest man's face, knocking his
Fucking
Head off and splattering his companion with gore.
"Yah kala no lutt!" The survivor shouted, dropping his sword and backing away from the Slayer.
[Word 'kala' logged as 'kill'] Vega stated. [Sentence structure estimation chart generating with compiled words… 'Please don't kill me' is what live translate deems it is. Comparing to other words that have been archived]
Eventually, the man had backed into a wall, holding his hands up for mercy. The Slayer would show no mercy for these murderers. He stomped over to him, and grabbed the bandit by the skull. The Doom Slayer brought the slaver closer to him while maintaining his grip, and slammed his skull into the wall, painting it with gore. Red goop piled onto the floor, and the Slayer released his grip, and the body slid into a sitting position on the floor, leaning up against the wall. He heard another man scream from his left, and turned his gaze in that direction.
A small door less archway leading into what he could describe as a kitchen was what he saw. Cloves of garlic hung from the ceiling, and a boar head was on a long table a few feet away from a fire. Over top of that fire was a black pan which looked to be cooking assorted meats and fried vegetables. A large man with a black beard held a large hammer, and eyed him dangerously. The hammer itself resembled an oversized black iron sledge hammer, more for work than combat. It had a brown wooden handle that was adorned with several splinter-granting shards of wood.
The Doom Slayer slowly entered the doorway, and the large man swung his hammer at the Slayer.
He grabbed the hilt of the hammer, and ripped it from the man's grasp. The Slayer smashed the hilt into the nose of the black bearded man, shattering his nose and knocking him to the ground. The long house shook slightly with his fall. The bearded man grasped at his now profusely bleeding nose, and groaned.
The Slayer then raised the hammer up high, and then brought it down on his left kneecap, shattering it and eliciting another scream of pain from the bandit. He repeated the process with the right kneecap as well. The bearded man then flipped onto his chest, and attempted to crawl away from the Slayer.
He looked over to the hot pan over the cooking fire, and snatched it from its place over the flame; pouring all of the food onto the ground in the process. The Doom Slayer took the still piping hot black pan in his right hand, and with his left, pulled the bearded man's shoulder, leaving him on his back once more.
The Slayer then took the back end of the pan, and pressed it against the bandits face. The sound of sizzling flesh reached his ears, and he pushed harder, and as a result the screaming got even louder. The bearded man attempted to force the Slayers arms off of him, but the Doom Slayers strength was far superior.
He pulled the pan away, burnt flesh sticking to the bottom of it. Most of the bearded man's face flesh was gone, replaced with jutting jaw and cheekbone or black flesh. He reared the pan back, and smashed it against his head, splattering his brain across the kitchen. He tossed the pan aside, and stood up from the corpse, hearing whimpering coming from a closed off room on the other side of the kitchen.
He stomped over to it, and kicked open the door. It was a bedroom as he expected, and he saw the fat man cowering in what the Slayer assumed was his bed. The queen sized bed had four reddish colored wooden posts at each corner, and its white sheets looked… stained. He looked to his right, and clenched his teeth once more.
A nude woman lay slumped against the wall, her arms hanging from a pair of restraining metal hand shackles. The chains also wrapped around her throat, and her black hair hung down to cover her face. A bucket full of foul smelling liquid was sat next to her, and there were red letters drawn on her skin, on her thighs and breast. Her body was covered in bruises, and she was shivering. The Slayer turned his righteous fury towards the offender, who stared at him with fear.
"Yah kala no lutt!" The fat man shouted. "Gel mee yata glug!"
The first sentence was actually translated for him just fine.
"Please don't kill me!"
[Archiving words and sentence structure]
The Slayer cracked his knuckles, and approached the fat man, who was now gripping both of his hands together as if to pray to some sort of god. The Slayer was his god now. He gripped the fat man's beard, and dragged him through the hallway to the outside, throwing him in front of the cage of his captors. They all stared at him with what the Slayer could describe as seething hatred. He merely pointed to the fat man, and cracked his knuckles again, and that was answered with a cheer from an unknown source within the cage.
The Slayer looked down at the fat man, who was scrambling to stand to his feet. The Slayer stomped down as hard as he could on his shin, splitting the bone in half and causing it to jut from his skin with gushes of blood. The fat man screamed, and that same cheer happened again from the cage. He snapped the other leg as well, and then shattered the elbows at ninety degree angles.
The Slayer then leaned down to the blubbering fat man, and started snapping his fingers backwards, eliciting more screams of pain from the fat man. Once he was done with that, he grabbed his beard once more, and dragged him over to the latrine full of shit infused rain-piss water, and dunked the fat man's head in.
Bubbles rose from the mixed fluids, the decapitated head from earlier bobbing from the fat man's struggling, and the Doom Slayer rose his head from it after a minute of drowning.
And repeated that twice more. Tears leaked down the bandit leader's face, and the Slayer decided that he could do without his left ear, and ripped the fat man's ear off, pained screams echoed throughout the forest, and his thoughts briefly returned to the elf girl.
He looked around him, and saw no sign of her. She must have still been hiding behind that tree. Smart girl. The Doom Slayer then brought the fat man over to the mass grave he found earlier, and plopped him in the mud next to it. He continued to scream and writhe in agony, which only served to annoy the Doom Slayer. He looked to his right, and saw one of the corpses of his dead men nearby. He marched over to it, and removed the bodies boot, removing a yellow crusted sock from the foot of the dead bandit.
He re-approached the bandit leader, and stuffed the sock in his mouth. He heard gagging sounds come from the mouth of the fat man, and the Slayer allowed himself a grin, as he pushed the fat man into the mass grave with his foot. He collided with the bodies below, and the fat man continued to attempt to gesture at the Doom Slayer, attempting to raise his shattered arms and hands.
The Slayer raised his middle finger at him in response, and left him there to die, turning back to the cage. He approached the bars, and ripped the door trapping their former slaves off of its hinges, throwing it far away from him. Several of the slaves backed away from the entrance, eyes wide with fear.
The Slayer didn't blame them, but he wasn't going to kill them. He unclenched his fists, and backed away from the gate. Slowly but surely, they began to exit their prison with shaky steps. The Slayer backed away even further, and the slaves all hugged each other, laughing and crying in their unknown language. Vega told him he was archiving even more of their words, and he continued to stand there.
Then he remembered the woman trapped on the inside of the long house, and rushed back inside, leaping over the corpses he had created. He squatted down, and the girl glanced up at him.
Her eyes looked grey in color, and hollow, as if she were a walking corpse rather than a person. The Slayer reached up, and she flinched away from him quickly. He grabbed the chains, and ripped them from the wall, and repeated the same with all of her constraints, freeing her completely.
After he was done, she merely looked up at him wide eyed. The Slayer stood back up, and ripped a red curtain from a nearby window, and draped her in it, fastening it around her shoulders. She still continued to sit there wide eyed for another ten seconds, but then attempted to stand. Her legs shook under her own weight, and she collapsed back down onto the ground.
The Slayer frowned, and leaned down, picking her up from the ground. She made no sound in response, and the Slayer took her from the room. He looked down, and noticed tears flowing down her cheeks. He stepped over the corpses he created once more, and took her outside in his arms. Four of the slaves looked at her, and darted to her, three little boys with equally black hair, and an older woman that looked to be in her forties dashed over.
"Delilah us fudik?" One of the boys asked.
"Yel no undu Delilah!" The older woman shouted, cradling the girls head in her arms.
[Subject in your arms is now assumed to be named Delilah]
"Vooto… sha le Tirus?" Another little boy asked.
Upon the word Tirus, the girl wept further.
"Cana… Sulu kala'd Tirus… ley kala'd Tirus…" The girl wept.
[Attempting to translate…]
"They… Sulu killed Tirus… they killed Tirus…"
[Word 'Sulu' and 'Tirus' not recognized, archiving… possible names. Archiving words and matching them with tone of voice and body language.]
The Slayer stood completely still, and did nothing as the former slaves spoke to the woman in his arms.
…
…
…
Tuka grabbed her ears in an attempt to close out the sounds of screaming. The things that those men said… terrified her. The golem didn't need to tell her to get behind the tree; she knew that was likely what it intended for her to do. She stayed like that for only a minute before a massive explosion echoed through the forest and made her ears ring. The force of the sound made her curl up into a tight little ball.
She cried salty tears and continued to sit there, waiting for the screaming to stop. The golem was a monster to those who aligned themselves with evil that much was obvious. She still feared it, even though it went out of its way to carry her through the forest atop its back. Tuka actually felt somewhat safe atop its back, like nothing could ever bring her harm.
It slew the monsters that invaded her village, and it slew the monsters that threatened her with a lifetime of rape and slavery. The next thing she knew, it was going to overthrow the empire, slay a dragon, and destroy every demon that it came across.
What did it intend with her anyway? What did it stand to gain from taking her from there?
…
Perhaps it was just kind hearted? Did monster slaying golems even have hearts? She took a deep breath, and noticed that everything had gone completely quiet. Tuka slowly removed her hands from her pointed ears, and heard nothing but some weeping coming from within the fortress. Who was crying? It couldn't have been one of the men, unless they sounded that girly when they wept. Which could have been the case, she didn't want to fight that golem either.
Not that she would. Ever.
Now that she thought about it… could it not be a golem at all? Could it just be a man in a metal suit? That blue eye didn't seem like an eye at all now that she thought about it… and she could've sworn that for a moment down in the well, she could see the outline of a face behind the blue eye. Maybe it was some new kind of visor that didn't need a slit?
Was this golem actually a green knight? The feat she saw him accomplish back in the well did seem rather… inhuman. The way it grabbed that little beast on the fall down and grinded its face against the cobbled stone of the well looked like something that you would only hear about in embellished war stories.
Yet she saw it. Tuka stood up slowly from her hiding place, and saw carnage before her. The men that had threatened her earlier all lay in broken and bloody heaps of blood and gore. One of them was even missing its head! The gate she had seen earlier had been blown open (likely the source of the explosion she had heard earlier.) Tuka covered her mouth in shock, and slowly approached the destroyed gate, stepping over body parts and various puddles of entrails mixed with blood. When she approached the entrance of the gate, her eyes widened.
Several men had been torn apart, as if by some sort of viscous beast. Several body parts, blood puddles, and gore littered the mud, soaking the earth a reddish brown. She ignored the droplets pelting her skin, and covered her mouth with both hands as she almost fell to the ground in horror. Tuka had almost turned to flee, but the one thing that stopped her was the sight of the golem, or knight.
Whatever it was.
He stood in the middle of a group of several thin humans that looked as if they hadn't eaten in days. They wore little more than wet rags, and were laughing, cheering even. Tuka looked to her left, and saw a long cage whose door had been torn off of its hinges and discarded. She looked back to the knight, and saw that he held a girl in his arms, covered in a red curtain.
Her teeth were clenched as tears traced down her cheeks. She hesitantly stepped through the destroyed gate, and they all began staring at her.
"Is that an elf?" One of the children said, pointing at her.
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…
…
"Li unul na jana?" He heard one of the kids say, pointing to the blonde elf he had saved earlier.
[Cataloguing word 'jana' as elf. Other words are being archived and studied.]
"Sey, klu ook mel jana." A man said, nodding to the child.
The Slayer then nodded his head towards the older woman, and tried to pass the woman he had saved to her. She nodded back, but the Slayer realized that there was no way she'd be able to carry this girl with how malnourished they were. So he continued to hold on to her. The older woman looked perplexed by his wordless change of decision.
He turned around abruptly, and marched back into the longhouse with the slaves following after him. He stepped past the two corpses he had created earlier, and placed the girl he saved onto a wooden chair. She continued to stare at him wide eyed, and he walked back into the bedroom.
He saw a dresser next to the window that had the curtain he ripped off, and ripped the drawers open, finding an oversized shirt and baggy pants, at least for the elf anyhow. He also saw a wardrobe in the corner, and he ripped open those doors as well, finding a large fur coat hanging from its rack.
He removed that from the wardrobe, ignoring everything else, and marched back to the doorway. He noticed the slaves standing in the doorway, looking down at the corpse of the bearded man in the kitchen. Some of them took the time to spit on the body, and nodded to the Slayer, allowing him room to pass as they began sacking the kitchen for food, flinging open pantries and larders.
The Slayer saw the elf girl speaking with the former slaves, and she looked over to him. With the clothes slung over his shoulder, he gestured for her to come into the long house. She stood up, hesitated for a moment, and continued forwards.