Chapter 8 has now been delivered to your doorstep! Hope you guys are doing okay, I've been incredibly busy at work as of late. But that won't deter me, I'll still keep working on the next one!

Big thanks to Irish-Brigid who told me how gasoline works, I made an altercation in the previous chapter.

DOOM, My Hero Academia, and Darksiders belong to their respective owners. I do not own either of them.

Chapter 7

Intruders

"I fear no man. But that thing…it scares me."

-The Heavy, Team Fortress 2

U.A. HIGH SCHOOL-THE NEXT DAY

"And he just…left?" Shoto Todoroki questioned.

Izuku nodded along with his friends. He and the others had just finished telling him of their first-hand account of watching the armored Vigilante mutilate the leader of the League of Villains. Since Shoto and Bakugou did not attend the outing due to personal reasons, they heard what happened on the news and were now being told by their friends who gathered in a large group about what had transpired. The only ones who weren't a part of the group were Katsuki Bakugou and Ochaco Uraraka who sat at their desks.

Shoto's expression was troubled. The way they described the man's brutal treatment of Tomura Shigaraki was unnerving but the part where he tore the Villain's arm off and beat him half to death with it disturbed him significantly. Something like this was unheard of in Hero society.

"Tomura may be a Villain but that man went too far." Shoto shook his head as he looked at his feet.

"EXACTLY!" Tenya exclaimed dramatically, doing odd motions with his arms. "Heroes must always set an example to inspire hope and safety to the public, not engage in wanton brutality! What that man did was…was…"

"Beyond fucked up?" Mina Ashido finished for him.

"LANGUAGE, MINA!" Tenya shouted as he pointed at her. "Also, yes!"

"I'm just glad we didn't try to take that guy head on." Sero Hanta said. "I know he pulled us out of the fire but I wouldn't wanna get in his way."

"You should be lucky you didn't." Fumikage sternly told him as the others looked at him. "When I first saw him I felt Dark Shadow panic in fear. I never felt it so terrified in my life. It was begging me to run and not to face that man. Whoever or whatever that Vigilante was, getting in his way would mean certain death. And coming from me, that's saying a lot."

Everyone felt a collective chill run up their spine. Izuku now realized why Fumikage stopped him from chasing after the Vigilante. A cloud of silence hung in the air as the students let Tokoyami's tale sink in…

"You fuckin' pussies." That insult came from the classroom's resident glory hound/total asshole, Bakugou. "I can't believe you extras let that green bastard get away. I woulda gone after him and take him down myself since none of you have any fuckin' balls."

"Maybe you didn't hear us the first time, man. HE TORE THE GUY'S ARM OFF!" Mineta hollered.

"So much blood…." Yuga Aoyama shuddered as he hugged himself; his whole body shaking like a leaf.

"I mean, what chance would a bunch of first-years like us have against a guy like him? We'd be ripped apart!" Denki Kaminari added, trying to talk some sense into Bakugou. "And that's not even counting the massive guns he had on him!"

"Well, at least Round Face fought the other Villain who showed up." Bakugou rolled his eyes as he jabbed a thumb over to Uraraka at the other end of the room. The girl said nothing; keeping her eyes glued to her desk. She had a vacant, frightened look on her face and her eyes would dart around at certain intervals.

"Yo, Round Face! You in there or-" Bakugou called out to her before he saw Kyoka Jiro shake her head and draw a line across her throat. Letting out an agitated scoff, Bakugou turned his head away and looked out the window. Kyoka turned to Uraraka and frowned worriedly. Her friend had been like this ever since this morning. She was beginning to wonder if Uraraka had some kind of PTSD from yesterday. Midoriya saw it as well; he wanted to try and talk with her but felt that maybe he and the others should give her some space for a while.

"This other Villain you mentioned. You said he had the same powers as mine?" Shoto questioned.

"Yeah but only your flame Quirk and they were colored blue. I think the flames might've been hotter than yours!" Koji Koda communicated through sign language. Todoroki felt very troubled by the news. Sure there were different variations of fire-based Quirks but this one sounded all too familiar to his. It could've been a mere coincidence but what if it wasn't? Nah, it couldn't be. He was overthinking things as usual.

He focused back on the matter of the Vigilante and turned to Izuku. "You said before that the Vigilante pulled weapons out of thin air?"

"Yeah. I think he might have some kind of Quirk that allows him to do that." Midoriya figured. "Though I can't think of any Quirk I've heard or read about that does that. Maybe it's a new type of Quirk that's never been discovered before. I mean,there'salwaysnewQuirksbeingdiscoveredeverydayandtheres-"

"Dude, you're mumbling again." Rikido Sato sweat dropped, causing Izuku to stop his ramblings and look embarrassed. "What do you guys think the Pro Heroes are going to do about him?"

"They should arrest him. It's too dangerous to let someone like him run around Musutafu." Mezo Shoji said, folding his multiple arms. "That and being a Vigilante is technically illegal."

"Yeah! And has that guy ever had his head checked?! He's like Gears of War and Jason Voorhees all rolled into one!" Toru Hagakure exclaimed as she wildly flailed her arms around…not that you could see them since she was invisible.

Mashirao Ojiro nodded in agreement as his large tail swished around. He remembered something about the Vigilante his classmate mentioned earlier. "Hey, didn't you say that you saw this guy a couple of days ago, Izuku?"

"Yeah. He just fell out of the sky right outside my apartment and walked off when my mom and I tried to help him. We thought he was a Hero on patrol but something still seemed odd about him." Izuku explained.

"So ya let a six feet tall psycho walk free!? You really dropped the fuckin' ball, Deku!" Bakugou barked indignantly.

"Now hold on." Momo Yaoyorozu intervened, coming to Midoriya's defense. "There was no way Izuku could've known that guy wasn't a Hero."

"She's right. If anything, we would've ended up doing the same thing if we were all placed in Midoriya's situation." Tsuyu Asui reasoned, causing Bakugou to scowl and look away again. "Nobody knows any real way to visually differentiate between a Hero and a Vigilante…at least until now."

As everyone else began offering their views and opinions, Izuku was left to his thoughts. What should he have done differently back then? If he knew that man was incredibly dangerous, should he have tried to stop him when they first met? So many what-ifs and alternate outcomes were swirling around within his mind as Izuku began to chillingly realize that not reporting the Vigilante was all on him.

"Hey, you okay, buddy?" Kirishima tapped Izuku's shoulder, startling him a bit. "You look pretty down."

"I….I don't know." Izuku started before he looked down at his feet. "I can't help but feel that this is my fault."

"Your fault? Dude, none of this is your fault. You didn't know, simple as that. I'm sure the Pro Heroes will nab his crazy ass eventually. Besides, I doubt he's gonna go another rampage."

BENEATH MUSUTAFU-THE SLAYER'S HIDEOUT

8 HOURS LATER

Dusting off his hands, the Slayer chucked the last of the dismantled motorcycles into a pile at the other end of the station. He spent another sleepless night making his new home more habitable which consisted of burying the bones of the biker gang and getting rid of the ugly motorcycles they had. This left only one motorcycle that thankfully hadn't been turned into a clown bike: an old American chopper that the gang had probably purchased from overseas.

He had stored the old weapons in the storage room of the subway car; as much as he wanted to try them out, they were too rusted due to years of disuse. He had already become acclimated with the weapons he picked up during his time on the alternate Mars and he wasn't going to ditch them anytime soon. But now that he thought about it, there was one problem he faced in this new universe: ammo.

Despite snagging a staggering overabundance of ammo during his excursion on the alternate Mars and Hell, enough to keep him supplied for at least several months, he knew it wouldn't last forever. Acquiring shotgun shells and fifty caliber ammunition should be relatively easy and fuel for his chainsaw wasn't a problem either. He could easily swipe a few cans of gasoline at a gas station.

But his rockets were specially designed by the UAC which meant that other rocket types would be incompatible with his rocket launcher. And then of course there were plasma cells and BFG cells. He heavily doubted that this universe was able to manufacture plasma in a way used for weapons and no Argent Energy meant that he only had two cells left for his BFG, having used one shot to finish off the Spider Mastermind. His UAC grenades and hologram projectors were another problem as well (never bothered to pick up those useless siphon grenades back on the alternate Mars).

As he mulled his predicament over, he sat himself down on one of the old benches in the station. He felt like he had no real purpose in this world; no clear goal. What was left for him if there weren't any Demons to kill? Could he call himself a Doomslayer anymore?

/Slayer, I am picking up 40 heat signatures approaching our position. From the entrance./

He snapped his head up towards the partially boarded up entryway to the station and could easily hear the sounds of footsteps, many footsteps, getting closer. Almost immediately he bolted out of his seat, hopped down onto the tracks the subway train was on, and ducked into the subway tunnel ahead of it. With the darkness of the tunnel concealing his presence, the Slayer peered out from the corner a little and gritted his teeth in annoyance. He knew it would already be a matter of time before the Heroes of this world would come looking for him and take him into custody.

He wasn't going to jail and he was not going to lie down and do nothing. He was, for all intents and purposes, a monster but he was NOT a murderer. As soon as the Heroes entered the station, he would rush in; incapacitate them all before leaving the station and find someplace else in Japan to lay low.

/Scanning…none of them are Quirk-users./

Fuck. They were probably cops. Now he really had to hold himself back. The footsteps were starting to get louder and he could easily make out several silhouettes nearing the entrance. He balled up his fists and prepared for a brief altercation…and saw these men weren't police officers in the slightest.

Stepping into the station and descending the stairs were multiple men dressed in pitch-black military garb, all of them outfitted with kevlar vests, ammo bandoliers, armored plates around the joints, and gasmasks that covered their faces along with black hoods. They were also outfitted with impressive, state-of-the-art weaponry: FN P90 submachine guns, ARX 160 assault rifles, USAS 12 fully automatic shotguns, and MG4 light machine guns. As the last of the soldiers entered the station they began to scan the area with their weapons at the ready. The Doomslayer, ever silent, watched them with great interest. Who were these guys?

After a few tense minutes of scanning and searching the station, one of the men with several yellow stripes around the sleeve of his uniform twirled his finger in the air and the other soldiers regrouped over to him. One of the soldiers handed a subway map he procured from the subway car to the apparent commanding officer and the CO silently studied it. He held up his hand, signaling his regiment to be at ease. He then pressed his finger up against the tactical headset near his ear.

"Commander Nine, this is Theta Squad 12. We've located an old subway station several miles beneath the city. I can confirm that this'll make the perfect fallback point after we're done with the operation."

"Good work, Sergeant. Is the station occupied by any chance?"

"There's a functioning generator here that looks like it was used recently. Could be a couple of hobos. Scare 'em off?"

"Negative, I want no witnesses. We've just rendezvoused with Wolfram's team and we are commencing the operation on I-Island now. Once we have everything locked down, Lieutenant Chimera will contact your squad and you will relay the coordinates for the fallback point. Unload the supplies and secure the station while we proceed on schedule.

"Understood, Commander. Theta Squad 12, out."

The Doomslayer absorbed this information as the soldiers began to fan out and went back up the steps to retrieve the supplies. It sounded like something big was going down but what was this I-Island they were talking about? Several men began bringing down multiple black cases that were as big as a couch. They started unpacking them to reveal portable generators like the Slayer had but much more technologically advanced. Some of them revealed ammo and more weapons while the last of the cases unfolded into a large, portable computer. One other thing The Slayer took note of was the insignia of a silver-colored saber-toothed tiger emblazoned upon the cases.

/I am hacking their terminal now./

The soldier who unpacked the computer turned to his right to unpack another container but never noticed VEGA's logo flashing on the computer screen and by the time he turned back, it had vanished before he could even notice.

/Hack complete. These men are part of a highly dangerous army of mercenaries known as the Steel Sabers. Their origins can be traced back to South Africa after the Apartheid though as time went on, they evolved into a multinational outfit./

The Doomslayer's HUD began to show him various pictures of the mercenary's rise to power and infamy: black and white photos of the Sabers participating in numerous military theaters around the world and soon changing into clearer, colorized pictures of the men in present-day uniforms and armed with better weaponry.

/The Sabers of today are being led by 4 very powerful Quirk-users; one of which is their leader./

His HUD showed him portraits of the said individuals and their info. The first mugshot was the leader of the Steel Sabers: a man codenamed "Nine." He was a white-haired man with eyes that lacked any emotion or empathy and wore a black bodysuit with blue highlights and several cylindrical tanks sticking out of his back. He had a weather manipulation Quirk that gave him power over lightning, wind, and ice but the power took a toll on his body; hence the need for the suit.

Then came his Lieutenants. The 1st was a woman codenamed "Slice." She had vibrant orange hair that looped down to her midsection and wore a purple blouse with a black domino mask. Her Quirk allowed her to move, sharpen and harden her hair into blade-like weapons.

The 2nd was a man with grey hair, and orange eyes wrapped nearly head to toe in burgundy-colored bandages along with a combat vest and a small sword slung around his shoulder. His codename was "Mummy"; a reference to his Quirk that let him control inanimate objects via his bandages.

The final Lieutenant was an interesting one, to say the least. He was not a man but rather an anthropomorphic wolf with blue and white fur wearing a tan trench coat and hair done up in dreadlocks. "Chimera" was his codename and was again based on his Quirk: it granted him the capability to undertake the characteristics of various animals.

/The Steel Sabers are widely regarded across the world as the most proficient and deadliest mercenary group in existence. They are expertly trained, heavily armed with the latest weapons and technology, and have killed over 246 Heroes./

….what?

VEGA showed him a slideshow of the Steel Sabers victims; the images were a grisly sight to behold. Each photo showed Heroes of all shapes and sizes dead with over a dozen gunshot wounds. Some were decapitated, had bullet holes in the sides of their heads, sliced apart, burned to death, or blown up with explosives. Some corpses were desecrated; stripped of their costumes, scalped, or hung from their necks. Most disturbing of all was that some of these Heroes were very young, most of them barely out of their teens.

The last picture showed the present-day Sabers, along with their leader Nine and his lieutenants, standing near a shot-up wall in some war-torn country with 18 dead Heroes all lined up in a row against each other. Some of the soldiers, as well as Chimera and Slice, were smiling or posing while crouched down like hunters who just bagged a moose.

The Doomslayer felt his rage reach its boiling point as his fists shook violently. His mind once again flashed back to all of those comic books he read when he was a kid. He loved reading about superheroes and his heart would leap with joy when they beat the bad guy in the end. Seeing these Heroes be slaughtered like animals…these fuckers were no better than the horrors he fought for eons. They had to die. He overheard the CO order some men to scan the tunnels and slowly stepped away, disappearing into the darkness.

The two soldiers entered the dark tunnel and slowly walked through it, the flashlights mounted on their weapons illuminating their way through the darkness. After a few minutes, they came upon a large cave-in, blocking off their route. One of them pressed a button on the radio attached to his wrist. "This is Crowe and Wierzbowski, all clear." The merc nodded to his partner and the two of them began to head back to the subway tunnel entrance….unaware of the large shape silently advancing towards them from behind.

Meanwhile, Sergeant Burke oversaw the rest of the troopers finishing up with their assigned tasks. He went over to the ones working on the generators as they hooked up the wires to the smaller power supply boxes along the wall.

"How are we looking?"

"Generators are primed and ready, Sergeant. Just needs a few moments to power up and we're good to go; that'll be enough to power the whole subway system."

"Good. Communications?"

"Fully operational, Sir. Servers are set up and ready to receive any incoming messages from I-Island."

The Sergeant checked his watch and smiled. "10 minutes ahead of schedule."

The mercenaries sent to scout out the tunnels came back and saluted Burke. "Sergeant, we've finished our recon of the tunnels. One of them is blocked off but the two tunnels down at the end are clear and they'll provide a route for Commander Nine and the rest of The Steel Sabers to navigate through to us."

"Excellent work. I can see a big promotion in our future-wait. Where's Crowe and Wierzbowski?" Sergeant Burke noticed. Everyone began looking towards the tunnel the two previously went in. They reported this tunnel was sealed up and secured but they never returned.

"Wierzbowski, Crowe. What's the hold-up?" One soldier spoke into the radio. Nothing responded, they could only hear static. "Guys? You there? Where are you?"

The Sergeant was getting impatient and turned on his radio. "Wierzbowski, stop dicking around and bring Crowe and your ass back here now! If this is your attempt at humor, so help me-FUCK!"

Two objects were tossed at Burke's feet and when he and the other Sabers looked down, they recoiled in horror when they saw that it was the severed heads of Crowe and Wierzbowski! As the soldiers staggered away in fright, the Doomslayer darted out of the tunnel along the tracks as he ran to the old generator and shut it off. The entire subway station was plunged into darkness and the mercs began to arm themselves with their weapons.

"Safeties off, we've got a hostile in the area! Switch to night vision!" The Sergeant ordered as the sounds of weapons being cocked were heard. One by one the soldiers pressed a button on the side of their gas masks to activate the night vision function. The last of the soldiers activated his mask-

(DOOM 2016-Flesh and Metal)

Just in time to see a man covered in green armor, armed with a chainsaw, barrel straight towards him out of the darkness!

His head was sawed off in one swing; shouts of panic filled the air as the headless body crumpled to the floor, blood splashing against some of the mercs present.

"CONTACT!"

"HOSTILE SIGHTED!"

"DROP HIM!"

Every weapon that was in the hands of the soldiers roared to life as they opened fire upon the armored man. Now normally, any man would be easily ripped asunder by the amount of armor-piercing ammunition and shotgun rounds being fired at him and no amount of Kevlar could protect anybody from such an onslaught. But The Slayer's armor was forged by a rouge Demon within the fires of Hell and then later enhanced with UAC technology after they dug him up. The Praetor Suit was designed to withstand anything Hell could throw at the Doomslayer. But against regular firearms? All of those bullets and pellets were shattering like glass against his armor.

The Doomslayer descended upon the mercenaries without mercy; intent on making them pay for every Hero they killed. Every swing of his chainsaw cleaved through them with no resistance whatsoever as any merc caught in his path was decapitated, bisected, and bifurcated. He hacked off the hands of one mercenary and followed up with a quick decapitation before slamming his elbow into the face of another merc, enough to make his head snap back with an audible crunch. He pulled out his double-barreled shotgun and fired into the group, taking out several of them while two were instantly blown in half. He reloaded and blew the head off of another merc while grabbing one by the neck and crushing his windpipe. He threw the body at another merc and while he was struggling to rise, the Slayer ran over and punted his head off like a football before spinning around and slamming both of his hands on another soldier's face; crushing his skull like it was stuck in a hydraulic press. He revved up the chainsaw again and sawed another hapless merc diagonally.

"HE'S NOT GOING DOWN! HE'S NOT FUCKING GOING DOWN!"

The Slayer put away his weapons and began to tear the mercs apart with his bare hands. Each haymaker broke their necks, each uppercut decapitated them, each head-butt caved their skulls in and each punch to the gut caused their organs to rupture or outright explode. The Slayer grabbed the face of one merc and slammed him right into a column, crushing his skull like a soggy pumpkin. A Saber ran up to him and unloaded his light machinegun point blank into the side of the Slayer's head. But that didn't do shit either and the Doomslayer grabbed the barrel of the weapon, bent it at a 90-degree angle, and swung his leg up hard enough to shave off the mercenary's face and lower jaw right off his head. Another merc charged in while unloading his automatic shotgun on him but the Slayer swiped the weapon out of his hands and impaled him with it. He rushed towards another Saber and ripped him in half; launching himself at another one with his chainsaw drawn out and sawing him up the middle. While all of this was happening, the soldiers of fortune kept firing at the Doomslayer and were rapidly losing their minds at the sight of an implacable berserker who was tearing his way through their ranks.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HIS ARMOR MADE OF?!"

"HE'S TAKEN OUT HALF THE SQUAD!"

"DIE, MOTHERFUCKER!"

The mercenaries continued to open fire while some threw their grenades at him. The grenades exploded at his feet but these grenades were substantially weaker than his UAC-brand grenades which had a bigger blast radius and more powerful explosion so those did next to nothing against his armor, let alone make him stagger. He stored his chainsaw away and whipped out his Plasma Gun outfitted with the Stun Bomb mod and fired a bomb right at them, creating a burst of Birkeland currents that fatally electrocuted the mercenaries; frying their nerves and causing most of their eyeballs to boil and explode. drawing his HAR with his free hand he unleashed a hail of death from both guns as the fifty caliber rounds and plasma bolts shredded through the soldiers of fortunes like they were made of tissue paper.

Putting away the Plasma Gun, the Slayer finished off the stragglers by firing a stream of mini-missiles at them which embedded themselves into their bodies before violently exploding. Soon all was quiet in the station as The Doomslayer put away his HAR. Then he heard a humming sound from one of the generators the Sabers had set up and the subway station was lit up once again. The carnage was all laid out for The Slayer to see: nearly the whole station was covered in red, bodies, severed limbs, bullet casings, craters, and entrails. He heard a groan to his right and noticed a wounded merc on the ground trying to reach for his weapon only for the Slayer to promptly whip out his sawed-off and blasted him right then and there.

The sound of a large weapon being loaded could be heard behind him and the Doomslayer turned around to see the Sergeant propped up against one of the cases missing an arm and a chunk of his leg aiming a Denel PAW-20 grenade launcher aimed right at him! Burke pulled the trigger and a high-explosive grenade launched out of the barrel and hit the Slayer dead on! A dense explosion enveloped him and obscured most of the station in the dust. Burke smiled deliriously for a moment but his victory was astoundingly cut short when the smoke cleared to reveal the armored butcher was completely unharmed! The Doomslayer simply wiped away the dust on his chest plate and began stomping towards the Sergeant who had a look of open-mouthed horror.

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Burke screamed over and over again as he wildly fired at the Slayer with his launcher but the indomitable superhuman still kept walking towards him while tanking every shell that exploded against his Praetor Suit. The Doomslayer finally closed the distance, swatted the weapon out of the Sergeant's hand, and put his fist straight through his face. Removing his fist from the now-dead mercenary, the Slayer looked at his handiwork. He felt a small bit of satisfaction for avenging all those Heroes that were slain by these men but he knew that there were more of them that needed to pay. And that meant going after their leader, Nine.

/These mercenaries were previously discussing an operation currently in progress. I am accessing their terminal to acquire more intel./

Now that VEGA mentioned it, they did talk about an island of sorts. The Slayer walked over to the terminal, which was thankfully undamaged during the chaotic firefight, and seated himself on the floor while VEGA worked his magic.

/I have analyzed their current whereabouts. The Steel Sabers are enacting a massive-scale invasion of a sea fairing research base known as I-Island. It is the most technologically advanced artificial island in the world, housing thousands of scientists and guarded by state-of-the-art security systems. The primary purpose of this facility is the creation of specialized "Support Items" for Heroes and scientific study of the Quirk phenomenon. It also hosts an expo to showcase said technologies./

The Doomslayer absorbed this information and thought it over. While it sounded like this place had benevolent intentions, it still had the potential to become another UAC. But that didn't mean he was going to blow the whole place up at this present time. All that mattered was finding out why the Steel Sabers wanted to ransack this place. Obviously for the tech I-Island housed but what if there was something more?

/The Steel Sabers had enlisted all 9,870 members for this endeavor; it is their entire organization. What they intend to do and what they are after are not listed on their servers but I have found evidence that suggests they are in a joint operation with representatives from the League of Villains./

The Slayer clenched his fists. Somehow he knew he wouldn't hear the last of that organization and the dried-up little hobgoblin running it. If they had joined up with a notorious team of mercenaries; then it couldn't be good.

/Right now as we speak, they have already infiltrated the whole island and taken hostages. The Sabers have also hacked the security system and have captured several Pro Heroes visiting from overseas, as well as All Might himself and civilians. The Japanese government and Pro Heroes are unable to approach the island due to the volatile hostage situation. This is a national crisis./

The Slayer tapped his finger on his knee; this was a very dire situation, no doubt about it. But what surprised him was how these guys were able to capture the Symbol of Peace. If something wasn't done, then all of those Heroes and maybe even All Might be next on The Steel Sabers chopping block. It would be more trophies for their gruesome tally.

/There is no other way for the Pro Heroes to approach this situation due to their non-violent methods and code of honor but we may be sufficient enough to resolve this situation and eliminate a threat to Heroes worldwide. I also have reason to believe that I-Island may have inventions that could benefit us. I will leave the decision up to you and have mapped out the quickest route topside to the nearest port./

The Doomslayer didn't need to be told twice. He shut off the generator so the lights wouldn't give away his hideout and went to the left subway tunnel. Stepping down onto the tracks, he crouched down a little and suddenly broke into a sprint; running through the tunnels as he followed his waypoint on his HUD. The Slayer had his mind focused on storming I-Island; partially to save the Heroes, make the Sabers suffer, and upgrade his gear. Nine probably prided himself and his crew to be the best of the best.

They obviously hadn't met him yet.

To be continued…

I figured the Slayer needed non-human enemies to go up against before the Demons come knocking so I figured remorseless mercenaries and Villains will be a pretty good target for him! I had a lot of fun with this chapter from portraying the Doomslayer's invincibility towards modern weapons and setting up his escapades on I-Island. All of Japan and its Heroes will finally see what the Slayer is truly capable of. By the way, I have noticed a lot of people asking me about Ibara Shiozaki from Class 1-B. I gotta ask, why the sudden interest in her? What does she have to offer?

Also, ID just released a teaser for the first set of Doom Eternal DLC! Who's excited?! Still don't know if I'm going to incorporate that into my fic but still very psyched!

I hope I was able to get the characterization of Class 1-A right. Trying to focus on multiple characters is pretty tough for me but regardless of that, I think I nailed Bakugou pretty well.

The Steel Sabers were inspired by Blackwatch, an enemy paramilitary faction in the game Prototype 2. What I loved most about the game is that you could hear the soldiers freaking out over the radio as you cut a swath through their ranks and I'm aiming to capture that in my fic.

So if it wasn't already apparent, Two Heroes will play a big role in this, but with major differences. I don't think I'll ever get to the Heroes Rising in the story but then it hit me: This is fanfiction so why not do a fusion? In this universe, Wolfram and Nine are working together on their I-Island job but Nine isn't directly working for All for One, he was hired by him. Also, Nine doesn't have access to his multiple Quirks in the movie, he just has one. Very interested to see where I can go from here.

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