Many years ago...

On a porch sat a muscular man, with green eyes and brown combed back hair with his wife who had completely blond hair with blue-green eyes. It was a warm, sunny day with a cool breeze. Many would consider this perfect weather to relax in. Although it wasn't a relaxing situation at the moment for this family.

"A security team?" This question was asked by the confused wife of a marine that's been under significant fire lately.

"That's right," her husband responded.

"A security team that on Mars? They want to transfer you to literal Mars?" She asked, making sure he got the facts right.

"That's right. Since they actually gave me that instead of sending me to prison, I have to assume that's a position that is not well liked," the man responded in a very unenthusiastic tone.

"That sounds crazy to me. And saying it like does not make it sound better," the woman responded

"Well, you know I was trained for these things. No matter what kind of shit happened with my superiors, I still am a marine," the man responded.

"There is no other position they can transfer you to? Nothing actually on earth? Perhaps I could try to convince them to transfer you to my division," She asked. She had met her husband in the academy. While he was training to be in combat, she was training to be a doctor for the UAC space marines.

"I doubt they would allow that. Besides, I'd never catch on to that medical stuff," the man said trying to make a joke before speaking again. "You know I was discharged, and that doesn't open the door for too many opportunities. They all say that I am too dangerous for most jobs. Can you believe that shit. Too dangerous. But no, not the commander who ordered us to fire upon those people. Oh no...he's not know I was discharged, and that doesn't open the door for too many opportunities," the man responded as he grew annoyed of this whole situation.

"Yes, I know," she responded. The man could tell that his wife was still not happy and onboard with him being permanently stationed on the giant red planet that was incredibly far away. At least when he was in the Marines, he was mainly on the ground and would be sent into space if it was needed and she could see him a lot more often.

"Look," he said while thinking of the words he wanted to say. "While this security team is not the place I want to be, it's all I got now. I'm a fighter, and I'm a soldier. All I know is how to be a soldier, and I want to be able to do something."

"But you don't have to be. One thing just doesn't define you," his wife responded trying to convince him to look for other options and perhaps a different line of work.

"But it's my passion, and you know that. I can't just imagine myself doing anything else!" He responded as he raised his voice a little. He tried not to let his anger get the better of him.

His wife had noticed this about him lately. She figured he was really stressed as of late, and it put him on edge. They both took a pause in their discussion as they watched the young boy playing with a few of his toys in the grass. He looked as if he imagined himself as a big space man as he was holding a toy spaceship and pretended it was flying. Next to the little boy was the brown rabbit Daisy who seemed content hopping around. She was pretty much the family's pet as the man had gotten her many years ago.

As she looked at the little boy, she felt more at ease. Even if she was nervous for his husband's safety, she knew how well he enjoyed serving. She didn't want to force him to stop if that's what he wanted to do.

"You know he's really going to miss you," she said, turning the conversation to a different topic.

"Yeah. I know. I want to be around. But we definitely could use the money," the man said, which was a true statement. While they weren't broke or behind on rent, It wasn't like they were sitting on truckloads of cash.

"Yes. But..." She started to say but couldn't think of something before letting out a sigh. She really wasn't too happy about him leaving. "How long will you be stationed there?" She asked, showing him that she was accepting his decision.

"I am not sure. It could be for a few weeks or even a few months. But. I think it will be okay. I don't even know what type of action I'm even going to get into compared to the marines. Who knows, maybe they'll stick me on some desk job, and I'll never see any action," the man said, trying to put his wife at ease.

"I doubt it. You're one of the best marines, after all," she said with a smile.

That comment did bring a small smile to the man's face. "Yeah that's probably why they haven't arrested me for this. Look...I'll be back before the two of you know I'm gone." He said and said with such confidence at the time, not knowing the terrible fates his family and the rest of mankind had in store for them.

Present day...

The Slayer had nothing but time lately. With that time came more and more thinking. As he sat down in his room, his past started to creep up on him again. He began to remember the very last REAL conversation he had with his own family. He never got a final talk with the rest of his friends or other extended family members.

All he could remember was telling them not to worry, telling them it would be alright. It didn't hit him until now about how wrong he was, about how he lied to them. In a way, he wished he never took that job, and he wished he had gone with her advice and done something on earth. At least then, he would be closer, not millions of miles away in space. If he was back on the ground, he could have done more; he could have saved them. He could have kept others safe as well.

He always spent his time pushing thoughts like this to the back of his mind. He didn't like to think about his past as he was no longer the man he used to be. That man died when the demons invaded. That man died with the rest of his loved ones.

The Slayer got to his feet and proceeded to exit the room; he needed some time to clear his head, and being stationary for so long was not his style. He walked down the hallway like normal towards the staircase. But someone caught his eye. Lucifer. The Slayer peered at Lucifer through his helmet as this demon was really getting on his nerves. It seemed like this demon always wanted a pick a fight with him but never actually had the balls to strike. The Slayer walked slowly and menacingly down the stairs with Lucifer in his view of sight the whole time. Once he reached the bottom, he took a few steps away from the staircase and actually had open fists as he was ready for a fight if one came. He noticed Lucifer was staring right back at him but didn't seem to make an advance on him. The Slayer heard him mutter a few words towards him before Lucifer went and disappeared out of thin air.

"Damn. Looked like they were boutta fuck each other up," Angel said from over in the corner.

"I think it's clear now who they were really talking about," Husk said. Although the Slayer didn't have any context to what Husk was talking about so he just didn't care.

"Yep," Niffty said as well.

"Well, judging from this giant wall of tension that was just created, I'd say they don't like each other very much," Angel said.

The Slayer clenched his fists once again and began to walk towards the doors so he could go back out into the realm of hell once again. As he was walking down the pathway he began to think more and more of his past and the things he had experienced on his path from a mortal human to the Doom Slayer. Those events including his time on earth, the many days stuck in Hell fighting the demons of Hell one by one and getting slashed, cut, burned, and bitten by just about everything during his time in that harsh environment, and then his time with the Night Sentinels on Argent D'Nur. But his time thinking about his past was slowly being pushed to the side again as he always tried to avoid it. Every time he did it only seemed to increase the anger in his body. Every time he did some thinking like this that would bring up old scars, he just wanted to smash through a brick wall or tear a demon's limbs in half for all they've cost him. The ones in his dimension of course.

...

So far, going on his typical walks through hell went like it always did. He would always get looks from every demon that actually had the chance to spot him. They always pointed out to one another that he was the human and how big he was while always making sure to stay out of his way. He basically was a celebrity around hell. A celebrity that everyone knew to stay away from...but that doesn't always stop everyone as two demons tried to form a connection with him to say they knew some powerful people.

"Hey! It's the human. Didn't know if we'd ever see you in person around hell," said by a demon that appeared on the Slayer's right.

"Yep. Heard yer a pretty hard person to find. Kinda strange though, you'd think you'd stand out in a crowd. Ya know cause yer a human and all," the other demon said pointing out the obvious.

"Well I'm Tony and that over there is Mitchell. It is interesting to meet you, boy you are big for a human," Tony said as he looked the Slayer up and down and then looked at his own body and felt a bit self conscious as he wasn't even close to being built like that.

"I'll say. Vertically and horizontally," Mitchell said with a chuckle. But his tone changed as he realized that it could be taken the wrong way, "Uh not in a bad way. Ya know?"

"And that suit of armor. I ain't never seen a thing like it. Gotta be one of a kind right?" Tony asked.

"Oh it's gotta be," Mitchel said giving an answer even though it may be wrong.

"A big of a human as you are, that suit of armor you got, no wonder demons fear ya. You could definitely do some damage in that thing," Tony said.

"What are ya talking about. He already has numb nuts," Mitchell said referring to the Slayer's feats in this hell.

"Right, right, my apologies. On a different note, I don't know if you know this or expected this but in hell, there is money you gotta earn to get shit just like on good old earth," Tony said getting to more of the point.

"That is right. And If I had to guess, I wouldn't think that you have any sort of money earned during your time here cause yer human and all," Mitchell said.

"Right. And because you are such a lean, mean, killing machine. You would definitely be able to accomplish some hard tasks," Tony said.

"And you got something that most don't have. The power of intimidation," Mitchell said.

"That is right. And you could use that power of intimidation to get yourself some money," Tony said. They were slowly building up to the point.

The two demons didn't know it but they were about to find themselves lucky. The Slayer was in a worse mood than he typically was in and was about to make these demon fuck right off in a violent way. Until the sound of rolling tires on the ground caught his ears as well as the sound of an engine. As he walked, he looked towards his side to see that a limo was slowly coming to a halt next to the sidewalk. As the limo came to a halt, so did the Slayer. He just stood there and stared at the limo that pulled up beside him. This started to become a common theme, and he wondered who would emerge from this one. Out of the limo came the one and only Valentino. The Slayer simply stared at him as he got out of the limo and slowly stood himself up straight.

"Woah Valentino, didn't expect to see you," Tony said trying to sound confident.

"Cut the fucking bullshit and fuck off you two before I put a few in your fucking skulls," Valentino said as he didn't give a shit about these other demons. He was focused only on the Slayer.

"U-Uh right. We'll be going now," Tony said as he and Mitchell made sure to go in a quick manner.

After they were gone, Valentino walked closer to the Slayer, as he did so, he saw that the Slayer's fists were balled up. "Look, freak, I'm not here to fucking fight if that's what you were thinking."

That was the boring answer to the Slayer. He also noticed that Valentino had on a new pair of glasses. These did not have heart-shaped lenses like the last ones the Slayer crushed. These just had circular lenses but still were gold-colored. But, he was not wearing any type of hat on his head this time for obvious reasons.

"You really are being a huge pain in the ass. Why the fuck do you have to interfere in business that is not yours?" Valentino said as he folded his arms. He then let out an annoyed sigh and held a hand to his forehead as he did forget that he wasn't going to get an answer. "Listen up. I don't know where you come from or whatever time you come from, but shit probably doesn't work the same here as it does...wherever you come from. I don't know if you are trying to make yourself feel good by protecting Angel, but you don't realize that where Angel is at right now is his own doing. Angel personally agreed and signed himself over to me, so it's not like I forced him to sign it. He wanted to be in the spotlight, to have demons everywhere give him attention. To make it a little easier for you, he is a conjured soul that will always belong to me unless I choose to let him go or he gets killed in one of these cleanses. But he's not stupid enough to do that."

It sounded like the other demons in Hell did know about the things said in that log since Valentino mentioned the word time in his words. The Slayer still wondered how they ever got access to those. It seemed like his world was starting to come here in some shape or form.

"I figured Alastor would be my only fucking issue at that stupid fucking hotel over there. But no. I find out that you are acting as Angel's little bodyguard hmm? You all going to play this fucking game with me doing your very best from having Angel come back to me?" Valentino asked, even though he knew the answer.

The Slayer figured he sparked fear into this Valentino, not like it wasn't normal for him. He could tell when he had someone scared when they seemed to be all bite but no bark. Valentino is just saying all these things to him but isn't actually stopping him from doing it.

"I really want to know why the fuck you should really give a shit about this or WHY you should give a shit about any of them, including Angel. Is Angel acting as your little fuck toy, letting you fuck every last inch of brain he has? Or maybe it's not him. Maybe it's the little princess at the hotel. Maybe she's your little fuck toy and ordered you to keep Angel away? Is that it? Because I don't understand why a human would want to defend a demon," Valentino exclaimed, asking question after question after question.

The Slayer didn't want to bother to listen to this demon just spit words at him all day. No matter what he said or whatever "laws" this place had didn't matter to him. He'd do whatever the Hell he wanted. He started to walk around Valentino toward the left side of him, but Valentino wasn't having that.

"Oh, no, no. You are not just going to walk away, not until I fucking know in some fucking shape or form that you are going to let me have Angel back," Valentino said as he made a wall in front of the man. The Slayer tried to go around the other way but Valentino moved in from of him again. Valentino couldn't see it, but the Slayer had a mean look on his face now as he took his left hand and placed it on the right side of Valentino's body. "What the fuck? The fuck do you think your doi-" Valentino couldn't finish that word as the Slayer simply shoved him the fuck out of the way into the side of his own limo before merely walking away as if nothing happened.

Valentino hit the side of the limo with some force as he ended up falling to the ground. He then let out a frustrated grunt as he slowly got to his feet by using the limo as support. His shoulder was definitely throbbing as it caught most of the impact of the vehicle. But the pain didn't stop him from cussing at the Slayer., "YOU FUCKING CUNT! You aren't going to walk away from this SHIT! ANGEL belongs to ME! I'LL...I'LL..FUCK UP EVERY BITCH IN THAT HOTEL, INCLUDING YOU. You are going to fucking wish you were dead!" He shouted.

The Slayer just kept walking, practically ignoring anything Valentino said to him. He could throw out every swear word, every insult, or every threat in the book. The Slayer would just send it through one ear and out the other.

Kingdom of Hell

Lucifer kept looking back and forth, up and down, to and fro, but couldn't see the person who was speaking to him now. "Who are you? Where are you at? You would be wise to stop hiding from me before you regret it."

"That is not a choice that can be controlled or reversed at this point in time," the voice spoke to him.

"What the Hell is that supposed to mean? You are telling me you cannot come out of hiding and show your face?" Lucifer said as he became annoyed. He tried to use his power to see if he could sense where this person was hiding.

"I have no face to show, nor have I a form to present," the voice responded.

"What? So what are you trying to tell me? That you're some type of...spirit?" Lucifer said as he continued to look around. He started to notice that this voice sounded very odd. It had its own echo effect to it. At least, Lucifer thought it was an echo.

"That could be a possible way to consider it. I no longer retain a physical form. Now, I am what can be considered as...a presence," the voice said but took a short pause before speaking again. "I have spent some time observing this world. I am not familiar with it. It holds beings and realms that I would have never believed would have existed outside of my own. Where I reside, a holy place, as well as an underworld exist...but, the beings who inhabit those realms differ from the ones here."

"Care to give a little more context than that? What in the Hell are you talking about that you don't have a physical form and wherever the Hell you reside?" Lucifer asked as his search for who was speaking was coming to an end.

"This dimension, as a whole, is a place that I do not reside," the voice answered.

"So, where do you come from?" Lucifer asked.

"The realm where I exist is a realm unreachable by man. It is an advanced technologically-driven domain known as Urdak. From observing the several realms of this universe, it seems as if the advancements are behind," said by the voice.

"Urdak? I never heard of such a place before," Lucifer said.

"It would not be possible that you would be familiar. Our world and the realms that reside in it are located in a completely different universe. There had always been the search for more in the grand scheme of the multiverse. It seems as if there are other worlds out there as this place proves that theory," the voice stated.

"Other worlds...so this Urdak isn't even in this dimension? I didn't even think such a thing as other worlds were even possible. Just something that is written in stories or created in films," Lucifer said, as this didn't seem real. "So then, if you are from a different universe, how the hell did you even get into ours?"

"By following the trail of another," the voice answered.

"Okay, and who would that be?" Lucifer asked as that didn't give him a straight answer.

"A being holding unmeasurable strength and power that has entered this realm," the voice said giving him context clues.

"It's the human, isn't it," Lucifer answered as it seemed like the only person who fit that description.

"I know the search you have been on to gain knowledge of the Slayer's origin," The voice said, as he never referred to the Slayer as just human.

"Yes, I have. Wait, are you telling me you actually have something to tell me about this human?" Lucifer asked, hoping to receive a yes.

"My knowledge of the Slayer is extensive. But it is not complete," the voice answered.

"Okay, well, that doesn't matter much to me. All I know about this fucking human is some shit about him serving some priests and fighting against some creatures," Lucifer said as he went back to referring to the logs.

"The voice logs that you received did provide information about the Slayer. But it seems as if you have inherited the information incorrectly," the voice responded.

"Well you can't fucking blame me for that. I don't know anything about this man, and I am just left with assumptions and...wait. How the fuck did you know about the voice logs?" Lucifer asked, as he never mentioned anything about a voice log.

"As I mentioned. I have been observing this realm and the demons who inhabit it. You are one of them. I understand your persistence in wanting to know more of the Slayer. I provided you with a part of the Slayer's origin before revealing myself," the voice answered.

"So it was you. YOU are the one who put those logs on my phone. But I don't even understand how you even did something such as that," Lucifer said as he didn't know how a spirit could have accessed his phone. But he didn't get an answer as he saw seven different beams of light around him. All of a sudden, seven different objects surrounded him. "What? What the Hell are these?" Lucifer said as slowly walked around the room and studied the seven objects surrounding him.

"Testaments. Forged and written in the very sanctum of Hell itself. While the demons of Hell are unrelenting beings that tear and dismantle worlds and civilizations, the Slayer is the one they fear." The voice answered.

"They all have this mark on them. Is this a demonic symbol? Or some type of demonic language?" Lucifer asked.

"That is the mark of the Slayer. A mark that is well known throughout the realms...and a mark that the demons fear," the voice answered.

"Well, then, how are these supposed to help me? Testaments typically contain some type of writing," Lucifer asked as all he saw was the so-called mark of the Slayer and nothing else.

"The testaments can be activated by a singular touch on the Slayer's mark," the voice explained.

Lucifer looked back at the testaments and walked up to one of them. He looked to his right and made it flat. He placed his hand on it and pressed down. He didn't think that worked until he heard a deep and groggy voice speak out of nowhere.

In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood. Burned by the embers of Armageddon, his soul blistered by the fires of Hell and tainted beyond ascension, he chose the path of perpetual torment. In his ravenous hatred he found no peace; and with boiling blood he scoured the Umbral Plains seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged him. He wore the crown of the Night Sentinels, and those that tasted the bite of his sword named him... the Doom Slayer.

"In the first age, in the first battle? You say this Slayer comes from a different world or...dimension then ours right?" Lucifer said as he was thinking about the words he heard.

"That is correct," the voice answered.

"In the first age? In the first battle? How old is this Doom Slayer?" Lucifer asked, as it sounded like the Slayer had existed for an extremely long time.

"An answer to that question is unknown. The Slayer's true origins are unknown to all as he has never revealed his true past. The Slayer has embarked on his quest against the demons of Hell for many years. Although, the Slayer successfully killed the true creator of our universe known as Davoth, who was a primeval. The only ones able to preform such a task would be another primeval. It is believed that the Slayer himself is primeval," the voice answered.

"A PRIMEVAL?" Lucifer exclaimed as he knew of that term when he was still in heaven. He then started to think to himself. "That can't be true. But if it is...then he HAS to be a god if he's existed in his world for THAT long. He's immortal." He stopped thinking to himself and just went over to another testament to hear more.

Tempered by the fires of Hell, his iron will remained steadfast through the passage that preys upon the weak. For he alone was the Hell Walker, the Unchained Predator, who sought retribution in all quarters, dark and light, fire and ice, in the beginning and the end, and he hunted the slaves of Doom with barbarous cruelty; for he passed through the divide as none but demon had before.

And in his conquest against the blackened souls of the doomed, his prowess was shown. In his crusade, the Seraphim bestowed upon him terrible power and speed, and with his might he crushed the obsidian pillars of the Blood Temples. He set forth without pity upon the beasts of the nine circles. Unbreakable, incorruptible, unyielding, the Doom Slayer sought to end the dominion of the dark realm.

The age of his reckoning was uncounted. The scribes carved his name deep in the tablets of Hell across eons, and each battle etched terror in the hearts of the demons. They knew he would come, as he always had, as he always will, to feast on the blood of the wicked. For he alone could draw strength from his fallen foes, and ever his power grew, swift and unrelenting.

None could stand before the horde but the Doom Slayer. Despair spread before him like a plague, striking fear into the shadow-dwellers, driving them to deeper and darker pits. But from the depths of the abyss rose The Great One, a champion mightier then all who had come before. The Titan, of immeasurable power and ferocity. He strode upon the plain and faced the Doom Slayer, and a mighty battle was fought on the desolate plains. The Titan fought with the fury of the countless that had fallen at the Doom Slayer's hand, but there fell the Titan, and in his defeat the shadow horde were routed.

"What is this titan that this..voice speaks of?" Lucifer said, pausing his listening to ask another question.

"The Titan is a demonic entity formed by the dark lords of Hell. The Titan was one of the largest beings the dark lords ever conjured in their realm. They knew the only one threatening the demons existence was the Slayer himself. They sent the Titan of enormous size and strength to take the Slayer's life. The Titan failed as the Slayer defeated the Titan on his own and continued his battle against the demons," the voice explained.

Lucifer simply let out a small grunt at that. He didn't want to act impressed or dumbfounded that the Slayer killed some enormous beast that overpowered him in strength and size. At this point, Lucifer had nothing more to say and continued to listen to the testaments.

And in his terrible rancor between worlds and through time, the Hell Walker found the wretch who shall not be named, but in his heresy was loyal to his evil cause. The wretch adorned the Doom Slayer in a mighty armor, wrought in the forges of Hell, impenetrable and unyielding. With sword and shield of adamantine strength, the Doom Slayer set to banishing all that were left unbroken by his savagery to the void.

Yet as the mighty Titan fell and dread engulfed the armies of Doom, the demon priests of the Blood Temples laid a trap to capture this scourge of Hell. Insatiable, even by the vanquishing of the Great One, the Hell Walker sought prey in the tombs of the Blood Keep. And blinded by his fervor, the lure drew him in. The priests brought down the temple upon the Doom Slayer, and in his defeat entombed him in the cursed sarcophagus. The mark of the Doom Slayer was burned upon his crypt, a warning to all of Hell that the terror within must never be freed. There he lies still, and ever more, in silent suffering.

"The Slayer's hatred of the demons knows no bounds," the voice started right as the testaments came to an end. "He has embarked on a quest to fully eliminate the demons of hell, no matter how many he must kill."

"Why the hell does he spend his entire existence fighting these demons?" Lucifer asked.

"It is believed that demons destroyed the Slayer's home world when they invaded. They have killed off billions of humans in there conquests against Earth. Due to these invasions, the Slayer would have lost all friends, family, and other loved ones. The Slayer sought vengeance against them and made it his purpose in life to kill all the demons," the voice answered while repeating the last point again.

"What do the demons from that hell look like compared to the ones in mine?" Lucifer asked.

"The demonic forces of Hell are mindless beasts of destruction. They range in size to that of a human too much, much larger. The numbers they hold are enough to overrun any opposition. The demons have invaded earth several times, as well as other worlds. Each kill results in that soul being transferred down to Hell to inhabit a new demon," the voice explained.

"I see. So, it sounds like this Doom Slayer doesn't care to much for demons if he's spent his entire life to just killing them. But what does that hold for my realm?" Lucifer asked.

"It is truly unknown if he will take action against this realm due to the corruption it entails and due to the fact it holds demons. If he chooses to do so...no demon in this realm..will survive," the voice explained.

"Really," Lucifer said sarcastically, as that statement almost made him laugh. "I hardly believe that. Do you realize how many demons inhabit my realm? The type of power these demons hold? The overlords? The sins? The royals of Hell? One singular man could never accomplish such a task. His heart would probably burst before he even made a dent in Hell's numbers," he explained, seeming real smug about it too.

"The Slayer has defeated the strongest beings to ever exist in our universe. Beings, who I never thought could be killed. The Slayer's power is unmeasurable as he seems to always grow stronger," the voice added.

"Well I have zero way of knowing that for sure since I don't know what your world is like. Maybe it's true, maybe it isn't. But you are telling me that he could kill an entire underworld of demons? The number of demons here has nearly lasted throughout the entirety of human existence. Completing such a feat while the demons fight back is impossible," Lucifer said.

"The demonic creatures that the Slayer wages war against contain more power than a typical demon in this realm. While the total amount of demons the Slayer has killed is also an unmeasurable number, it is believed that he has killed billions on his own," the voice responded trying to show Lucifer that the Slayer could in fact, kill billions of demons in this realm too.

"Okay. Well, mindless beasts are different from those that can plan strategies," Lucifer said, trying to shoot down every point that is thrown at him. He had such a strong dislike for the Slayer that he didn't even want to say anything good about him.

"As I mentioned before, from my observation of this world, the demons of this world, including you, seem to hold a true sense of thought and a true sense of emotion like a typical human would," the voice stated.

"Well, of course, the majority of the demons in this ring are former humans," Lucifer said, confirming his point.

"That would led me to believe that these beings would also experience pain like they would when they were once human," the voice added to his original point.

"Yes? I suppose they would. However, the demons here are stronger than humans on earth. But what is your point here?" Lucifer asked.

"That would continue to make me believe that if a demon was harmed in battle, they would become immobilized. The demons from Hell in our dimension are not the same. While they can be harmed or experience pain, it is not something that stops them from their goal. They do have the same sense of thought besides dismantling their target by any means necessary. No matter how hurt they may be," the voice said.

"How do you know all this for certain about this man? Do you watch him every second of every day?" Lucifer asked.

"I have aided the Slayer on several occasions through several forms, as well as observed the actions and the battles he has been through. Especially now, when I no longer retain a physical form. My presence can go anywhere," the voice explained.

"Hm. So if you've seen him through battle many times, that must mean you know his tactics and his weaknesses?" Lucifer said. This is the information he really wanted to know.

"As far as I have seen. The Slayer does not possess any weaknesses or any weakness that is noticeable. The Slayer's will and determination push him through any fight no matter who he is engaging battle with or how hurt he truly is. The Slayer is truly...fearless," the voice responded.

"Yeah, I got that part of him. But I don't know how much I believe that. I feel like everyone has to have some type of weakness or vulnerability to exploit," Lucifer said as he began to rub his chin. He then wanted to shift the topic over to one of his original questions. "There is still something we haven't established...who are you?"

"I have been given many names throughout my existence as well as taken on several forms. But I am known by many...as the Father." He announced.