Hello, all, and welcome back for another chapter of Doom: End Times!

This took a while to work but I managed to finish it. And guess what? There's more RIPPING and TEARING! Expect some skulls cracking and guns blazing because I'm on a F*CKING ROLLER with this one!

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Har Ganeth's Bay

"Steady...steady...!" Alith repeated as the ship arrived at the bay of Naggaroth's notorious theocratic hold. The galleon's structure - while by no means fragile - had already ceased to function properly as they neared the ports. The crew braced themselves as they made the landing.

*CRASH*

Within reach, they arrived with the grace of a falling whale cushioned by a bedrock. But as far as Doom Slayer was concerned, this hard landing was practically a bumper.

"...We're here." Alith deadpanned. "Everyone out."

The whole crew prepared immediately and equipped themselves with proper gear. Doom Slayer and Alith were the first to set foot on land. Alith changed back to his old uniform - seeing no reason as to keep up the pirate disguise - while the Slayer surveyed the surroundings. The entire bay was unsettling empty. Plenty of ships were still near the docks, though. All of them abandoned by now.

Not a single sound nearby save for the ones of battle far off somewhere in the north. Smoke and fire could be seen from a distance as a well; much further from the sea.

"We'll take one of the boats here." Alith stated. "Ship is of no use to us at this point. I want volunteers to find a viable ship to continue our journey."

A couple of his men raised their hands. Alith then gestured them to search for one.

"We can't stay here any longer." Alith voiced his concerns. "City is crawling with executioners, witch elves, and Khainite assassins. Of all the places we could've landed, it's this one. Keep your eyes out"

"We appreciate the warning, Alith." Hayden thanked. "Though, I think you may have exaggerated a bit too much on the ship's damage. Its integrity is still intact, so it's possible we can repair it with the right tools."

As Hayden pointed out the chances of repairs, a raven came down and landed on the ship's railings. Three times it pecked at the wood did the ship finally sink to the seabed. Luckily, no one was on the ship as it sank.

"...Nevermind." Hayden changed his tune. Doom Slayer gave a facepalm while Alith rolled his eyes.

"As I was saying, best we wait until my men return. We are not going anywhere further. Unless we have no other choice, we are staying here. Agreed?" Alith questioned. Doom Slayer shrugged. Didn't care, really.

"Hopefully, it won't take much longer."

*VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!*

The sound of the norscan hordes alerted the group. Nearby, a few longships were soon to arrive at the bay. Alith could only feel exasperated at their persistence.

"Oh, come on! Again?!" Alith outraged. "Forget the ships! We're moving by land! Follow me!"

Alith stepped past the Slayer, followed by the Shadow Warriors. Doom Slayer stayed behind, however, and pulled up the Paingiver again. This time, with the Detonate mod in hand. He shot what little missiles there were in the rocket launcher and timed his detonations correctly.

*BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM*

Each shot had found its target. Still more had come but it was enough to slow down the invaders from getting anywhere close to the asur.

"Dammit! Come on, Slayer!" Alith called out. "We need to get moving! Quickly!"

Doom Slayer placed back the rocket launcher and quickly switched to the combat shotgun, and then returning to his group. The streets of Har Ganeth were now filled with the footsteps of the group; breaking the silence it once had.


Mother Russia Bleeds - Fixions

Har Ganeth's Walls

The Blood Queen fought with relentless fury as she unleashed hell on the marauders. She sliced off the legs of an axe-wielding norscan with her sword while stabbing through the throat of another with her parrying blade. Tullaris was close behind and finished off the legless norscan in one chop to the neck. Executioners continued fending off the norscans reaching over the walls with their executioner's blades while the darkshards shot bolt after bolt into the hordes down below. The barbarians continued their assault, however, and climbed on the walls; howling Khorne's name and demanding blood and skulls as tributes to him. The witch elves, meanwhile, howled Khaine's name and so too demand sacrifice. Besides blood, they instead demanded their still-beating hearts. The ever-increasing shouts and blood-curdling screams only made the murders and slaughter all the more potent and empowering to their respected gods of war. It was only a matter of where the scale would tip...for only one can truly become the victor.

Hellebron screamed in the name of her god. "Keep fighting! For the Lord of Murder! For the Bloody-Handed God! For Khaela Mensha Khaine! FOR KHAINE!"

"FOR KHAINE!" Her servants chanted, now renewed by their reverence to their god. The barbarians matched the druchii in their devotion as they screamed for blood and skulls to Khorne and his throne.

"BLOOD FOR THE GOD!" A berserker yelled out in his blind fury, charging at Hellebron with his duel-axes. Of course, such blindness left him vulnerable as two daggers pierced him through the shoulders from behind. The norscan flailed about as a Khainite assassin rode repeatedly stabbed him to death. The barbarian managed to get him off only to be kicked down to his death off the wall's ledge. The assassin wiped away the blood off his blades and formally greeted the high priestess.

"Crone Hellebron." He greeted. "I am pleased to see that you are alive."

"Shadowblade." She replied, wrenching her sword from a dead norscan. "What news do you bring from the Witch-King?"

"Unfortunate news, my lady." Shadowblade lamented, pulling out a scroll from his cloak. Tullaris protected his mistress as she read the contents.

"WHAT?!" Hellebron screamed in fury. "He cannot give me any reinforcements?!"

"The Witch-King is currently under siege. As is Hag Graef."

"Rrr! Curse these heathens and their gods! They shall meet Khaine soon enough!" Hellebron cursed as she crushed the scroll in her hand. She soon slit the throat of another berserker before pushing him off the walls.

But as she received temporary relief from the act, bright flashes of green and echoing booms began blowing on different sections of the wall. The segments of the wall's infrastructure began to collapse, with those left standing falling to their deaths. If not the fall that kills, then the warp energies are what finished off the survivors. One druchii was in the midst of developing bulbous flesh, claws, eyes and teeth in areas not meant to be, before being cut down in two by Tullaris.

"Warpstone!" Shadowblade exclaimed. "The rats were in league with the enemy! We have been compromised!"

"Impossible!" Hellebron recoiled in shock. "This city cannot fall! I will send every damn insect to Khaine's realm if it means victory!"

She then whistled into the air, where the wind roared back. Descending upon the three, a manticore bowed in front of the Blood Queen. Hellebron took the reins, with Tullaris taking a backseat. Shadowblade was the last and grasped the creature by its arm tightly as it took flight. All three descended to the ground; where the bloodshed was at its most concentrated.

Outside the walls, Arbaal looked on in delight and gratification as sections of the walls came down excellent.

"Heh, the rats made good on their part. Now comes the slaughter." He commented. Arbaal then looked back to his lieutenant; a khornate chosen of Kurgan stock. His armor, black as midnight from head to toe, and tipped with jagged spikes on his pauldrons and sword hand. His horned helm - which resembled more of a skull - turned and greeted the Undefeated expectantly.

"Mad Yaarl Kell." Announced Arbaal. "Take your men to the west. I will take the north while the others take the east. You may take whatever is yours for the keeping."

"The men can keep the riches." Madjar turned down. "I aim for a good slaughter."

"As do I, brother." Arbaal agreed. Just then, red portals began appearing around his armies. From the skies, furies swarmed in clusters. And from the ground, came bloodletters, flesh hounds, and bloodcrushers - some even mounted by the former. Blood thrones strode and roared their engines of hate as they rode alongside the army. And the last (but not least) came the mighty juggernauts: the bloodthirsters. Titanic creatures who brandished battleaxes and whips walked forth with earthshaking steps.

The daemons howled like hungry beasts; their screams like that of a roaring fire and the hammering of steel. They raised their mighty weapons in the air in preparation for the battle to come. Arbaal gave thanks to the Brass Lord and psyched himself to live in the moment.

The Chaos lord kicked his reins and raised his axe. His mighty steed stood up and growled in anticipation while the norscans under his arms stood. "Men of the North! Raise your axes and swords! Tonight, we have been blessed with the mighty servants of Khorne! He is pleased with our servitude and we shall bring a night of slaughter! And Khorne shall watch and smile down upon us as spill the blood from whence they shall flow to his kingdom! BLOOD!"

"FOR THE BLOOD GOD!"

"SKULLS!"

"FOR THE SKULL THRONE!"

"CHAAAAAAAAAARGE!" Arbaal aimed towards the now broken bastion. His hound roared and was the first to charge. Both daemon and mortal charged into the now-broken citadel, for the carnage was made ready for them.


Somewhere else, moments ago...

"Stay close..." Alith whispered. "Keep your eyes on the shadows. We are never alone."

The group had taken to sneaking through the city's alleys and narrow passages to avoid exposure. Doom Slayer eyed around, holding onto the shotgun tightly. Alith had sent two scouts ahead to alert them of any lurking patrols. So far, they had been able to move without trouble. The shadow warriors proved their name, Doom Slayer admitted. It was only a matter when he took his turn with proving his.

*BOOM*

Damnation - Mick Gordon

Suddenly, flashes of green and the sound of explosions caught the group by surprise as they made their way through the streets. Looking towards the origin, Doom Slayer and Alith could see sickly green smoke rise to the sky visibly from the walls. Chaos had breached the city. And the situation now had become direr than before.

"Dammit!" Alith cursed under his breath before turning back. "Move! We need to get out now! Get ready for combat!"

The group quickly became alert and hasten their heels. They ran through the streets without pause. Footsteps not of their own and bloodcurdling cries of murder were becoming louder and louder as they ran.

Eventually, they came across a slaughter unfolding as red-armored barbarians and Har Ganeth executioners exchanged steel and spill blood on the cobblestones. Neither side noticed Doom Slayer's group, too focused were they spent on killing each other.

"This way!" Alith called out as he saw another alley close by. The group followed, not noticed by either side and not any bit concerned with the fight right now. Everywhere they went, battles became a common sight. This city was rapidly collapsing and turning into a slaughterhouse. And Doom Slayer felt like he was missing out on a grand experience. He would rather be killing two birds with one stone at this point, were it not for the fact that he had to rescue some royal asshole and escort him back to Ulthuan.

As Doom Slayer grumbled about through his head, he noticed someone falling over in the corner of his visor. A squad of guards pushed a group of slaves to somewhere else while incessant screaming followed behind them. One of those slaves tripped and fell. A little girl with dirty blonde hair fell face-first to the pavement. Another slave - a boy - stopped and came back to her.

Doom Slayer stopped in his tracks. Alith glanced back and stopped as well. Alith looked to where he was staring and was about to pull him when he suddenly saw the sight of a bloodletter walking out of the corner. The daemon lashed out as some dreadspears attacked it. None of the guards survived as it slew with its infernal blade. The girl was paralyzed with fear as the bloodletter gazed down on her.

The daemon's height towered over the girl like a terrible shadow; its snarling face breathing down on her skin like a hot furnace. Its flaming sword drew near with burning rage.

"STAY AWAY FROM HER!" The boy yelled, catching the daemon's attention. He grabbed a small rock from the road and stood between it and her. The boy felt fear as the daemon's eye bore through his soul. Yet, in the face of Evil, the boy drew the courage to stand up and face the terrible power of Chaos.

It drew the daemon's attention, and with both hands, it raised its sword over its head. The boy closed his eyes but still stood in defiance. Before the bloodletter could even pull the finishing blow, however, it smelled something else. A scent of something ancient. Primordial. A primal rage once thought long forgotten in the ravaging of the Umbral Plains. A movement in the corner of its eye caught its attention. And for a split-second, the bloodletter saw the most dreaded hunter of its kind charging forward with his fist flying towards it. In its last moments of existence, the daemon felt something that only mortals could ever carry.

Fear.

Doom Slayer launched a blood punch into the daemon's face so hard that the bloodletter was sent flying into a wall and exploding in a bloody paste. The daemon's neck had been snapped upon and face mangled to something barely recognizable. The body dropped to the floor uselessly after. Interestingly, the daemon expelled energy. Argent energy. And it rejuvenated the Slayer's health again, much to Hayden's surprise.

However, before Hayden could get a word, a roar was heard close by. The noise his fist produced and the fear the daemon mentally channelled must have drawn the attention of every daemon and warrior within Doom Slayer's sight.

The Only Thing They Fear Is You - Mick Gordon (Remastered V2 Remix) (0:30)

The boy opened his eyes and stared in awe as standing before him was not a daemon, but a man. He stood between the daemons and the children. Doom Slayer glanced back at the boy and nodded, before facing the invaders. Alith rushed in and grabbed the children to safety as Doom Slayer stood alone.

"SLAYERRRR!" A daemon yelled in terror. The daemons gazed in horror as the nightmare from eons past had returned, while the warriors looked upon the new challenger with curiosity and excitement. Doom Slayer pulled out the Super Shotgun and began replacing the empty shells with new ones.

Bloodletters and Chaos Warriors descended upon the Slayer in a berserk state. His simple response was to snap the shotgun back into place.

*SNAP*

(0:48)

Doom Slayer charged head-on, blasting away the first wave with the SSG, and then blood punching the second wave. The berserkers stood no chance when he drew first blood. A bloodletter came towards him with his sword, only to be deflected with the Doomblade. Doom Slayer pressed the barrel of his shotgun against its face and blasted it into smithereens. The daemon dropped to the ground, now ceasing from existence. More came coming with fury. The Chaos worshippers brandished their weapons with unholy intent and swarmed him. Doom Slayer pulled out the Chaingun with the Turret Mod equipped. The barrels split apart into four and the Slayer pulled the trigger. Bullets went flying and flesh rendered as the horde realized too late that they had carelessly spent their lives like lambs to the slaughter. Doom Slayer continued spraying bullets until either the mindless brutes died foolishly or that the survivors turn and ran. Even some bloodletters quickly realized that this battle was stacked against them and fled with their tails behind.

Doom Slayer ceased firing, and the barrels of the chaingun reverted to their original form. Smoke rose from the barrels as he carried the weapon over his shoulder. The scene was now littered with blood and gore. Daemons that were caught in the shootout turned to ash and cinder. The chaingun had low ammunition in its drums, but Doom Slayer still had other guns to spare. He quickly switched the chaingun for his regular shotgun.

"Slayer!" Doom Slayer looked behind to find Alith catching up to him. A look of surprise.

"Are you alright?" Alith asked with concern before looking around at the massacre he had just witnessed. The shock was read all over his face as he turned to Doom Slayer, yet said none of it.

"There is no room for concern, Alith. But we are fine if that's what you are asking." Hayden answered. Alith was struggling to keep his emotions in check. Which was a first in a long time. He quickly came to his senses and reverted to his original stoicism.

"R-Right." Alith calmed his nerves. "Not my station to be worried."

"And the children?"

"They'll be fine. My men are taking care of them and sending them somewhere safe from this mess."

"Good." Hayden applauded. "What's the situation now?"

"Worse, I'd say. Everywhere, the entire city is turning into a slaughterhouse, and our means of stealth has been compromised by your actions."

Doom Slayer furrowed his brow. "You know it's within his right to protect the innocent. He made it clear, didn't he?"

"I know, I know." Alith acknowledged. "But by now, the noises might have attracted the entire city. We'll be swarmed at any moment now."

"Then we'll split up. You find our means of escape and we divert the enemy's attention."

Doom Slayer pulled out another earbud and handed it to him. "Take it. There's a tracker installed onto this earpiece. Wear it around your ear and I'll contact you. We'll find you."

"Thank you." Alith thanked. Footsteps could be heard from a distance.

"It came from here!"

"Go. Now!" Hayden alerted. Both men split apart. Alith went back to the shadows and guided his men through means of escape, while Doom Slayer entered the fray and revelled in the carnage that followed. Doom Slayer went to his next objective - or not since he had no clue by this point - and searched for the nearest and most concentrated battle. Every single street was crawling with the daemons and their mortal followers. Were it not for the fact that the inhabitants were full of sadistic elves who threw the Geneva Conventions out the window like trash, he would have left them for dead and give them a taste of their own medicine. However, a part of him couldn't ignore the fact that there were also innocents as well. Slaves. Which now gave him two reasons to stand and fight. The other, of course, were the demons. Or daemons or whatever the hell their names are spelled.

"This is interesting." Hayden remarked. "This energy is of the same material as Argent energy. I never suspected these daemons to still carry them. But there's something else I'm detecting. Something foreign...but I need to gather more material and understand it. But why worry about it when I have you collecting?"

While Hayden analyzed the material, Doom Slayer recollected his thoughts.

It didn't matter how different they were from Hell. He remembered them quite well. From a time before his imprisonment. On Argent D'Nur. When the homeworld still thrived.

They were just Hell under a different brand name.

Doom Slayer could hear daemons nearby. He turned right, to find more of them and their followers. The daemons were the first to take notice and screamed. The Chaos warriors - too blinded in their berserk state - charged at him for their next kill. Doom Slayer had the Sticky Bomb mod equipped and launched several bombs into the incoming charge. The bombs landed on their victims and exploded. Guts and body parts sprayed everywhere as the norscans ran foolishly to their deaths. With the sticky bombs done and now charging, Doom Slayer dealt with the remaining ones and blasted them with white-hot lead. With the berserkers now dead, it was only the Bloodletters now to deal with. The Bloodletters charged in a futile effort to stop him, only to be blown to bits by the shotgun. One ended up being grabbed as a meatshield while Doom Slayer pulled out the Heavy Cannon. Their hellish weapons were stopped short of cutting the Slayer down by way of the bloodletter's body - which took the brunt of the assault - while the FMJ rounds did their job as they tore through the murderous daemons to gibs. The meat shield screamed in pain all the while its brethren stabbed and cut it to pieces as they tried to get through Doom Slayer.

Eventually, the HC emptied its last round. By now, only a few daemons remained, and the meatshield was now little more than half of a torso without limbs. Doom Slayer proceeded to throw the torso towards them, giving them enough of a distraction as he lobbed an ice bomb at them, then switched to the flamer, before finally throwing a grenade at them. His armor restored instantly upon their deaths, filling two-thirds of what he had previously.

Now came the ammo. Considering these daemons were just demons with an "a" in the name, which meant they had Argent energy in them, that meant he could now replenish himself with walking Argent pinatas around. He soon noticed a bloodletter still standing, shaking even as it raised its sword at him.

Just then, an evil thought came to Doom Slayer.

Putting the HC aside, Doom Slayer finally pulled the Great Communicator out from his arsenal. He then revved the monstrous tool up; the teeth now running at terrible speeds. The Bloodletter, seeing the chainsaw with a widened gaze, dropped its sword and ran in the opposite direction; fleeing for its life. Sadly for it, the Doom Slayer was a lot faster. Reaching within closing distance, he kicked it to the ground and stomp onto its back. The daemon fell flat on its face and shortly could only claw the ground and scream frantically as it faced a grisly end. Within seconds, the Slayer sawed through its head and back, killing the daemon instantly but violently. Ammunition was now replenished for the HC and Chaingun and the shotguns and the Paingiver as well.

"Damn, it's good to be back in business." Doom Slayer thought.

"HALT RIGHT THERE!" A voice yelled out. Doom Slayer looked up to find a dark elf master and his regiment following close behind and approaching warily.

"Who are you and where did you come from?! Trespassers on this soil are sentenced to death as decreed by the Hag Queen herself! Answer quickly and I will spare you an agonizing death!" He demanded. Doom Slayer simply ignored him and walked away from him. The dark elf commander was incensed and walked up to him.

"DO NOT WALK AWAY FROM ME!" He yelled; a hand reaching to grab Doom Slayer's shoulder. That never happened as the latter instinctively grabbed it. Slowly, he crushed the idiot elf's hand until the bones began to pop under pressure. The dark elf screamed in pain right before having his head grabbed and smashed into a nearby wall. The elf died instantly as his head turned into a bloody paste. The rest of the elves instinctively raised their weapons at him, only to back down as the Slayer's aura paralyzed them with fear. Ultimately, Doom Slayer ignored them and went off to kill more daemons.

The dark elves were to themselves now, wondering what happens next before arguing who gets to be the new commander.

"I would have been of use to communicate...but then I suppose he wouldn't matter much." Hayden spoke in total agreement with the Slayer's methods for once.

Doom Slayer moved elsewhere and landed straight into a skirmish between two sides. The battle took in a city square of sorts, where a shrine of a demonic-looking god stood with arms spread stood in front of the, like some sort of evil version of Christ the Redeemer in Brazil back on Earth. Already, Chaos berserkers and bloodletters faced off executioners and witch elves on different sides. Doom Slayer, seeing no reason as to bother himself with the dark elves - despite the threat they pose -, focused on the Chaos worshippers. He soon pulled out the Ballista with the Destroyer Blade mod applied. He charged up the weapon until it finally reached 100%. The daemons were the first to notice and looked on in terror as the weapon supercharged. Too late could they avoid the energy blade as it bisected through their ranks like a reaper's scythe. Their mortal followers had no idea what hit them until the heat reached their armor. The dark elves stop mid-charge as they behold in confusion of the bodies now laying before them, before staring at the Slayer.

"YOU!" A death hag pointed directly at him. "Who are you and what sorcery did you cast?! This city does not allow trespassers!"

Hayden suddenly spoke up in the intercoms. "You're probably better off ignoring them. Let's just move elsewhere. By now, they're not our targets. Then again, nothing is stopping you from doing what you do best."

Doom Slayer shrugged. The Death Hag continued screeching at him.

"Well?! We demand an answer! Just who are-?!"

*CRASH*

The dark elves soon went flying as Doom Slayer pulled up the Chaingun with the Energy Shield attached. He charged through them as the shield collided with the elves; bouncing and pushed aside harmlessly as he wadded his way through the crowd. As if they were pins against a bowling ball. It didn't really serve much for him other than just dick them around. Besides, they weren't his target at the moment.

He soon ran to the next area, continuing his rampage while leaving behind dark elves unharmed.

"HEY! GET BACK HERE! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS INSULT!" The Death Hag screeched, shaking her fist in the air in anger. But the Doom Slayer had already vanished into the darkness, leaving behind bruises confusion.

The daemonhost nearby had already alerted his presence. Fine by him, he thought. Let them come.

As the Doom Slayer disappeared and left the servants of Khaine frustrated, the entity watched as it peered through the statue's eyes. He watched with indulgence as the Hellwalker rampaged his way through the city. His brides and worshippers, faithful and zealous as they were, could not measure their worth in comparison to the true Destroyer himself. Even his favoured chosen, Tullaris, had no chance to likes of the Slayer.

The End Times had truly come. And the Widowmaker now damanded a new host to take it up, once more.


Somewhere else...

Kell took one swing of his sword and chopped down three witch elves with all of his strength. All three fell to the ground with their guts spilled on the already bloody roads. The warlord turned just in time to block an executioner's swing with his sword before impaling through the abdomen. The Mad Yaarl kicked the dark elf to the ground; crushing him into a pulp with his shield as the elf clutched his waist in pain.

"FORWARD!" Kell ordered in his blood-fuelled adrenaline. Berserkers and bloodletters relished in their bloody carnage in honor of the Blood God. Bloodcrushers trampled the druchii spearmen underneath their hooves as they broke through the line, while the furies grabbed the survivors and carried them to the sky before dropping them back to the earth. Harpies clashed with the daemonic flyers with the same relentless ferocity, but the furies had the superior numbers to dominate the skies. The Mad Yaarl smiled in glee underneath his skull-shaped helm.

He rallied his men further in their blood. "Khorne smiles upon us! And we will continue delivering the greatest of tributes to fill his throne! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!"

His men cheered as they continued slaying the dark elves. Har Ganeth was close to crumbling. All they needed to do was to keep pushing forward until their god was pleased.

"YAARL!" A lieutenant called out. Kell crushed a bleaksword's head under his boot before looking up.

"The daemons report resistance from the south! They say it's heading in our direction!"

"Then let the elves come! For we shall bathe in their blood as our blades touch their flesh!" Kell boasted. His lieutenant, however, seemed uneasy.

"About that, yaarl..." He broached lightly. "T-they say it's not the dark elves."

"So it is their beasts then!" Kell concluded. "Then tonight, we shall feast on their flesh in celebration of our forthcoming victory!"

"It's not that either, yaarl." His subordinate replied, shaking his head.

"So slaves then? Perhaps they either are so desperate or weak as to send such lesser men to bolster our ranks!"

"Nope. Not at all."

"Then what in Chaos is resisting us?!" Kell demanded, completely in the dark on the attackers. The marauder was sweating beneath his helm.

"T-They say they're being attacked by one..." he drew out.

"One what? One army? One vessel?! Don't keep me in the dark, dammit! Just tell me what the fuck it is!"

The man was shivering beneath his armor, but tried to keep his cool.

"They say it's one...man..."

The Mad Yaarl stared dumbfoundedly at his lieutenant.

"...one ma-WHAT?!" Screamed Kell at the top of his lungs. "ONLY ONE MAN IS RESISTING US AND NONE OF OUR OWN CAN STOP HIM?!"

"B-But my lord! They say he carries strange weapons and magic on him! None can get past him without facing his powers!"

This gave Kell pause. Perhaps this was most likely the reason for his forces being stopped at a pivotal moment. This elf must be carrying a magical artifact on him if the reports were to go by. The fact that his legion was being slaughtered by a sorcerer put him in a foul mood. Combat cheated out by magic was not in the way of Khorne. And such a crime shall be paid with sorcerer's blood. Kell wrenched his sword from a corpse and looked back at his army.

"SERVANTS OF KHORNE! WITH ME!" He ordered.


"BLOOD FOR TH-"

*BLAM*

A berserker's head was blown to bits by a precision bolt. Followed by two other compatriots of his. Doom Slayer switched it up with micro-missiles. The missiles managed to hit five targets; detonating and exploding like bloody confetti on contact. What remained were unidentifiable to the human eye. More charged in; hellbent on closing the distance. Doom Slayer then grabbed his combat shotgun and went full-auto into the crowd. They never stood a chance as he put it on full-blast. Their numbers dwindled rapidly with every second turning. Blood covered the streets and painted the walls while limbs were severed and heads pulverized as buckshot after buckshot was delivered.

It was music to him. The killing. The hatred. The carnage. The slaughter. He lived the moment in pure bliss.

A bloodletter charged at him. He shot point-blank as its face as it closed in, only to appear to the right side of him. Doom Slayer activated his thrusters to his left just as it swung its blade only to scratch the surface of his shoulder. Doom Slayer then retaliated by bursting his thrusters back, this time, landing a superman blood punch. The daemon's face was crushed upon impact; thrown off a short distance before crashing into a pile of rubble. Doom Slayer cracked his knuckles in satisfaction.

*THUD*

A bloodletter struck him from behind, only for the sword to bounce off. Doom Slayer turned around just in time to see the daemon look straight into his eyes with absolute shock and terror. He threw a haymaker at it, dropping its sword in the process. He then grabbed it by the blade and proceeded to pull a mordhau over the daemon's head; the crossguard penetrating through its skull and killing it. Warcries were heard, and more of the maniacs came rushing at him.

Doom Slayer switched to the plasma gun with Heat Blast. The next horde began melting as the plasma ate away their flesh, while Doom Slayer simply charged as held the trigger down. Eventually, after overheating with a continuous stream, he then fired off a level three charge into an even bigger wave. The energy expelled sent the entire viking hordes into bloody bits. The plasma turned completely red and the gun was on rapid-fire; speeding up as the horde got bigger.

Mindless, the barbarians were when it came to tactics. Their only form of strategy was through attrition. The bodies piled high as he carved a bloody path through them. Flesh burnt and brought scent drove nearby daemons to follow it. It only lured them to their deaths as they rounded the corner to meet the Doom Slayer. Slowly, the horde came to a realization and began retreating. Not that it stopped Doom Slayer to release the trigger.

But as he continued to slaughter them, it went from exciting to...boring.

He thought, "This is getting tiresome. It shouldn't be! This should be thrilling! I get to kill some assholes and this is the best tactic they could throw at me?! UGH! Where are the Super-Heavies when you need them?!"

However, that thought soon turned to wishful thinking as the ground began to shake.

*THUMP*

*THUMP*

*THUMP*

*THUMP*

Heavy footsteps trembled the earth, gradually louder than the last. The retreating horde made way for a hulking beast. Its sheer size towered even a tyrant with its imposing bulk, and its wingspan could block out the sun if it were daytime now. In its hands, it carried a mighty axe and whip in tandem. Great horns covered its head like a mighty crown. Combined with its red skin and cloved hooves, the mighty daemon painted the image of a twisted love-child of the Devil and a Balrog. The Slayer stood his ground as his new opponent approached. A bloodthirster had appeared and Doom Slayer was finally happy to see something good to kill for a change.

"Scourge of Hell!" It roared with a thunderous voice. "I have come to claim you for my lord! Your rampage shall cease and I will drag you to the Brass Lord! So that He may welcome you in his halls of Valhal! This world is not of your concern! It will fall like the others! Like Argent D'Nur! You cannot stop the inevitable! The apocalypse shall be written!"

The Slayer's only response was to bring out the Chaingun; grinning all the while beneath his helm. The multi-barrel divided itself into four and Doom Slayer simply aimed the weapon at the greater daemon. Bloodthirster snorted in fury and spread its mighty wings.

"So be it! If you will not be His servant, then you shall be collected as a skull upon His throne! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!"

The Bloodthirst raised its axe and roared. The chaingun soon rotated and sprayed tungsten on the behemoth. The bloodthirster made one great leap to the sky; its axe soon to collide to where the Slayer stood.

Doom Slayer's thrusters kicked into action as he managed to avoid a devastating blow. The chaingun continued to assault and tear through the flesh off the daemon, visibly angering it in return. The daemon extended its whip and lashed out at him. Doom Slayer halted to avoid the hit of the barbed wire. He managed to evade five hits before he was caught by the sixth. He was sent flying in a building of six people huddling together as they hide through the battle outside. His appearance and landing shocked the family as he found himself cushioned by debris. Doom Slayer stood up from the rubble, no less for wear and incredibly pissed, and switched to the Paingiver. With Lock-on Burst equipped. Doom Slayer jumped out and continued his assault. He bombarded the daemon with several rockets to the face. It shielded itself with its axe and lashed out again with its whip. Quickly, Doom Slayer pulled out the HC and launched several micro-missiles to one of its wings. The missiles found their target and began burning the leathery membrane off the wings. The daemon noticed but was too late to do anything by the time it opened its eyes. Crippled and now landbound, the bloodthirster simply roared and swung the axe in fury. Doom Slayer dodged and circled it with Full-Auto from his shotgun. By now, more and more of its flesh became exposed with every hit; leaving behind a gory and visceral appearance. Organs were almost ready to fall apart by the barrage of firepower. The bloodthirster was at its lowest. Even with all the rage it possessed, it could not dull the creeping pain that followed.

Eventually, the daemon fell to one knee. Seeing its weakened state, Doom Slayer charged and sent a haymaker to its face again. The daemon dropped to the ground; its weapons as well. Doom Slayer grabbed ahold of its axe and proceeded to heave it over the daemon's head. The bloodthirster raised its hand - as if to plead for mercy - but it was too late. Its head split into two as the Slayer violently drove the weapon down its former master. The daemon now laid dead; no longer troublesome to his opponent.

But as the Slayer took a brief moment of rest, footsteps and roars came rushing into the area. A trio of bloodthirsters and their bloodletter posse surrounded him with a multitude of weapons. All too eager to cut the Hellwalker down. Doom Slayer cracked his neck and fingers and pulled out the chainsaw. The blade revved up and roared. The daemons took it as a challenge and swarmed him. Doom Slayer, likewise, charged to the nearest daemon he faced.

Rip and Tear...until it is done.


Somewhere, Nearby...

"How much further?!" The warlord questioned. Kell and his men had been running for about half an hour; searching for the mage who had been wiping Khorne's blessed followers. His subordinate had been leading them to where the battle was.

"Just down this street! I could hear the daemons close by!" The marauder answered. The daemons were indeed nearby like he said. But as they reached further, the sound was more clear. He could hear the familiar inhuman roars that would make weak men of the south beg for mercy and flee from battlefields. But there was something wrong. Instead of roars of triumph and victory, there was a sense of terror and defeat that was mixed into their screams. Within reach, they turned a corner only to find several daemon corpses laying about in bloody display. Half of the bodies had been dismembered in some grisly manner; others had holes the size of fists punched through them. What disturbed them the most, however, were the bodies of three bloodthirsters dead in brutal fashion. The closest especially had its axe drove into its skull with enough strength to split into two.

Not long after, a bloodthirster burst from the corner. Kell and his men stopped in their tracks as they watched the greater daemon stabbed to death by a warrior that jumped up to its face; all while desperately shaking him off. The final stab went straight through its right eye; the blade going deeper through its skull. The greater daemon's body became motionless after; now pronounced dead.

Doom Slayer pulled the blade out and stop to notice the warlord's retinue. Kell's men tensed in shock at his entrance, but the Mad Jarl wasn't going to let the enemy strike first.

"MEN! TO ARMS! FOR CHAOS!"

"FOR CHAOS!" They roared. The warriors charged despite what they had witnessed. Doom Slayer pulled up the chaingun and blasted the Mad Yaarl's men to ludicrous amounts of gore. The warlord barely managed to raise his shield in time as the chaingun's slugs brought bloody murder upon his men. All around him, Kell could see his men dying in droves in a matter of seconds. The Mad Yaarl's rage was turned up and began charging at his opponent. His shield was losing mass the longer he hid protected himself.

"DIE, FOOL!" Roared Kell as he bashed his shield on the chaingun; casting it aside the moment Doom Slayer lost his grip. Kell's sword swung towards the man, grazing against his armor. Doom Slayer extended his Doomblade in anticipation of the next hit; deflecting it before punching him with his free hand. Kell's enchanted helmet managed to protect him from an otherwise fatal blow, but still managed to put him out of commission, briefly. As Kell sank to one knee, the remaining warriors jumped in and clashed with Doom Slayer as they protected him. The first swung his two-handed axe at Doom Slayer's head, only to simply slide the surface of his helm. Doom Slayer brought his own axe out and caught the berserker's in the next swing. Doom Slayer stabbed the Doomblade into his gut before ripping to the side. The norscan yelped in pain and dropped his axe to clutch his organs now falling out. Another norscan slammed two axes on the Slayer's back. Doom Slayer then switched to the SSG and shot point-blank into the raider's face; reducing it into chunky pieces of flesh. He then unloaded another buckshot into an incoming mob and turned them into mincemeat, before getting tackled and pushed into a nearby building by a berserker; crashing indoors. The remaining norscans took initiative and followed.

Kell managed to get his bearings back and stood up again to find himself alone. Fighting could be heard inside and Kell was ready for another round. The warlord grabbed his sword from the ground and pulled out an axe from his belt. Moments later, another one of his underlings crashed through a window. Wheezing noises were heard from the lying body before the last breath was released. The fighting died down and out came a norscan. The body slumped to the ground to reveal the Slayer's axe lodged into his back. Doom Slayer walked out from the doorway, completely unscathed and no worse for wear from the indoor fight; wrenching the axe out after.

Kell's blood boiled underneath his armour as he seethed with rage. He made his declaration of challenge by slamming his weapons together to grab his enemy's attention and gave a mighty warcry. Doom Slayer responded with his Doomblade extended and his axe in hand. He stared silently at the Mad Yaarl, but his rage emanated in the form of an overwhelming aura. To any unlucky foe, they would've dropped their weapons and ran. The same could be said for Kell, but his rage outweighed any ounce of cowardice out of him.

"KHOOOOORNE!" He bellowed with all of his fury; charging without any thought of safety and worry. Doom Slayer braced himself and took his stand as the chosen of Khorne swung his weapons. Kell's hits and blows could bisect three fully-armoured imperial knights with just one swing alone. However, Doom Slayer was no ordinary human. Not only was he strong, but he was also fast and fully armed to the teeth. Doom Slayer weaved through the norscan champion's attack with ease and grace while dishing out some brutal hits of his own. Kell's armor was forged to withstand even the mightiest blows of a manticore but was nowhere mobile to the likes of the Slayer's armor.

"DIE, WHORESON!" Yelled the impatient warlord. Doom Slayer simply continued to attack the weak points of Kell's armor. The Slayer's axe then lodged itself into the Chaos champion's shoulder; pulling him down to deliver a knee to the head. The blow was enough to stagger Kell; stumbling and struggling to stay conscious. This gave way for Doom Slayer the opportunity to deliver a glory kill.

Doom Slayer punched with all his might into the breastplate; throwing him onto his back. Instead of being quick and aiming for the head, however, the Slayer repeatedly punched through the breastplate, again and again. Each strike powerful enough to cave the metal through, before finally reaching through the chest. He didn't stop and continued until the Mad Yaarl began coughing up blood as Doom Slayer continued his strikes and crushed his organs. The second-to-last blow was enough to burst blood vessels through Kell's eyes and vomit more blood.

"...W-What is this man?!" Kell asked in his final last thing the Mad Yaarl saw was Doom Slayer aiming his fist through the chosen's head for one final time. In the end, not even the horned helm could save Kell from having his head pulverized.

Doom Slayer pulled his fist from the ground now caked with brain matter all over. He stood and returned to his weapons. The axe remained embedded onto the stoned ground; pulling it out. Looking to his other missing weapon; the chaingun was left intact, surprisingly. He figured the Chaos worshippers would take advantage but they probably had no clue on what to do. Superstitious folk, he thought.

He then grabbed it and inspected any damages on it. So far, so good. He placed it back into his inventory and switched to the SSG.

"It appears I have enough data collected from this whole show you created. But alas, that's not our primary concern. We should get moving. There's still more of them heading in our direction. Drop whatever it is you're doing and move. We still have an escort mission going." Hayden reminded, much to Doom Slayer's chagrin. He stood back up and ran to whatever his guts were telling him. And wherever the battles raged.


Hellebron stabbed her sword into the exposed neck of an armoured khornate. The Chaos warrior clutched his neck as blood flowed from it; choking on his own blood as fell to the ground. Alas, it mattered not, for his god cared little from whence the blood flows...only that it flows.

Hellebron ducked as she heard another raider attack from behind, swiftly dodging what could have been a fatal blow. She then hamstrung him before slitting his throat as he knelt; kicking him as he clutched his throat. Hellebron grew restless with each kill. All around her, there was only slaughter. Her witch sisters and executioners fought with all their might just as their enemies butchered them. Tullaris swung his draich as three Chaos warriors tried to flank him from all sides. Each strike both dazzling and deadly to the eye of his victims even as they outnumbered him. Shadowblade was nowhere to be found but his presence could be felt as several barbarians were mysteriously killed in different circumstances; as if the very air was deadly to them. In truth, Shadowblade kept to the shadows and evaded the butcher's blade until he struck once more with supernatural speed.

Yet, even with all the bloodlust and drugs pumping in their veins, the druchii's enemies were just as relentless but outnumbered them all. For each barbarian slain, five more took his place. The barbarians cared little for their numbers. The blessings of their god had been revealed in their horrifying glory. The daemons fought side by side with their mortal followers; brandishing weapons of unholy magic. Even when cut down, the bloodletters struck back harder. The manticores, harpies and war hydras had proven themselves to be utter failures as bloodthirsters annihilated them.

"Crone-Queen!" Shadowblade yelled for her attention; effortlessly decapitating a raider at the same time. "There's too many of them! We must find better ground!"

"I agree with the assassin, my lady!" Tullaris spoke up while cutting down a bloodthirster.

"And to where, Shadowblade?! Your insolent tongue better have some useful idea! Unless I cut it out myself!"

"We can head to the bay and ship off to Naggarond! King Malekith has opened invitation to any refugees! He has told me himself!"

"And you tell me this NOW?!" Hellebron yelled in rage; stabbing a norscan in the eye with the Cursed Blade.

"My thoughts were thrown out when the walls collapsed!" Shadowblade defended. As they argued, a lion's roar broke through the sounds of battle. Hellebron looked to where it was only to find her manticore in the jaws of a fleshhound clamping down on her beast's neck. On the back of the daemonic hound was a champion in full-red armor, and behind him was the emblem of the bloody god. The manticore struggled under the jaws until its neck snapped. The beast went limp and was thrown aside by the fleshhound.

"Brides of Khaine! You shall all die and be sent to the halls of Khorne! Fight all you want! You are simply powering the true god of war!" The rider boasted. Hellebron's nerve was struck by the heinous words.

"BLASPHEMER!" Hellebron yelled in ire, catching his attention. "It is Khaine's domain that trespassing upon! I will deliver you soul so that he may punish you for your wretched tongue!"

The champion simply stared at her, before laughing at her threats.

"HA! Try as you might, witch! But you will die like the rest of your kin! For I am Arbaal the Undefeated! And I have slain even the mightiest titans that this world has to offer! No champion is out of my sight! All shall be reaped in the glory of Khorne! Your god offers nothing while mine offers his blessed servants! So come! Come and face me, witch!"

Hellebron took that as a challenge and was ready to accept until a hand was placed on her shoulder. She looked over to find Tullaris staring at her with stern eyes.

"No." Tullaris simply said. "This is not your fight. Gather our kin and run. I'll hold him off."

"What?! No!" She lashed out. "You do not order me! I am you superi-"

*SLAP*

Hellebron fell back as she was slapped across the face by her right-hand man. The look of shock was read all over the Crone-Queen's expression. Tullaris simply stared at her blankly, before looking towards his kin.

"Leave. Now. All of you." He ordered. Shadowblade nodded.

"Farewell, Tullaris." He responded.

"Take her to the port and go."

"At will, Dreadbringer." Shadowblade then grabbed Hellebron.

"What?! No! Let go of me!" She then refused only to be dragged away by her inferiors to safety; her weapons carried away by her sisters. The druchii ran off - much to Hellebron's refusal - leaving Tullaris behind as he faced the Chaos horde. The bloodletters attempted to chase after them, only to be cut down by the chosen of Khaine's draich. Arbaal noticed his loyalty and signalled his army to stand down.

"Hmm...I see you are far more than meets the eye." Arbaal commented. "I would have thought you to be her pet. Always obedient and never biting back."

"Crone Hellebron is the highest authority of this hold...but she is not my master. I belong to the Lord of Murder. My existence is his sword. And He guides me to whom I am to slay."

"But He has guided you to your doom." Arbaal replied.

"I have seen my fate. And it has been sealed." Tullaris lamented, before staring down on the Champion of Khorne. "But so will yours."

"Oh? Have you now?" Arbaal raised an eyebrow to that one. "Enlighten me."

"It matters not. He will come to you." The executioner said, cryptically. "Your servants know it. And they should be afraid."

The daemons looked at one another. The elf was right. And they shivered in fear. But Arbaal simply scoffed at him.

"Impossible. I am the Undefeated. All who face me shall only know death. And you are to be my next victim."

"That may be so. But I will be the last you'll ever collect." Tullaris retorted. He raised his sword on his shoulder and took stance. "But enough talk. Face me and fight. Or would you have your hound take your place and you sit back for your entertainment like a craven?"

Arbaal's veins were bursting with rage. He unmounted his beast and walked towards Tullaris with axe in hand.

"You will die painfully, elf."

"Then prove your claim." Tullaris retorted. Arbaal charged furiously and carried his axe in two hands while Tullaris sprinted towards with his draich. The spectators watched as sparks flew as their weapons clashed against each other.

The Night of Bloody Hands was coming to a close. Only one victor will come out on top.

And the Wrath of Doom will soon follow.


WOW. What a cliffhanger!

Anyways, that's all for now! I am officially done with this chapter and moving on now! Up next: Doom Slayer faces off the Undefeated!This was certainly challenging to write. An action-focused chapter was the most difficult I've written. Fortunately, this allowed me to reread some favourite stories of mine.

DOOM: Waves of Armageddon by EmeraldAuthor95, The Slayer in Another World (Doomguy gets isekai'd) by GhostColts141; and Madness Bloodlust and Infernal Dawn by quentin3655.

Hopefully, this chapter has satisfied your bloodlust. For the next chapter will take a while to produce as usual.

However, I'm also stitching up some Doom-centric stories on the side. One being a one-shot, and the other a crossover. It'll take some time to fix'em up, though, but I hope to post them in the future.

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Feel free to ask away. I will be answering questions from the previous chapter in the late afternoon. In the meantime, leave a review as always!

See ya next time, y'all! :D