I found myself in a dark, cavernous area of Hell. I stood in front of a temple made of Hellish brick. Adorning the entrance was a large Balgaar demon skull and Barons of Hell strung up on the walls like trophies. This was a place of evil. Odds were it held something sinister inside.

I entered the temple. It was dimly lit by torchlight. The dark halls twisted and turned. It was like a maze; a labyrinth. The temple's halls were scarcely populated, only containing the occasional Imp.

I made it to the central chamber. In the middle of the room was a large pedestal with a weapon on top of it. I read and translated the demonic script inscribed into the pedestal's base. It read:

"The Unmaker

Here, atop this ritual pedestal, lies both the greatest achievement and worst mistake of Hellish engineering. This evil creation was birthed by the hands of the Shadow Dwellers to defeat the Doom Slayer. In His hands, it is a weapon to serve in the genocide of Hell he undoubtedly plans. It was sealed away, deep in the catacombs of this Blood Keep, never to leave. Here it lies still, and evermore, safe from the clutches of the evil Doom Slayer."

This weapon, the Unmaker, seemed to be a powerful tool of destruction. It was blood red and adorned with many demonic skulls. I pried it from the pedestal. As soon as I did, the temple's ceiling began to collapse. I ran towards the room's exit.

A large demon with six vestigial claws sprouting from its back blocked my path. It had no eyes, but plenty of long, sharp teeth. It snarled and lunged at me. I fired the Unmaker by instinct. The weapon, which was still adjusting to use, overloaded, and let off a blinding light.