Authors Note: Hello. I'm Netron, and this is my first fanfic. Please be patient with any spelling mistakes, grammar, or story formatting.
Update: Fixed grammar
Prologue
Doom Eternal: The Ancient Gods Part II
Immora: The first city in all of creation
"Have you nothing to say to your creator before you strike him down?" Asked Davoth as he kneeled to the ground, defeated. The Doom Slayer stood still for a moment. Painful memories from eons ago were flowing like a dam that finally broke past its limit. He thought about all the people he ever cared about who were slaughtered because of Davoth.
His wife
His son,
His fellow soldiers and his Argenta brethren
The fact he was just a mere tool for his selfish revenge,
And even…Daisy.
Even after all these eons, the death of Daisy still lingered as though it was only a few moments ago, further adding to his unbound rage. Finally, with a mighty shove, he thrust his doom blade into the chest cavity of his adversary and stared into his eyes. He made sure that the now-fallen dark lord could see every ounce of anger and hatred he held at that very moment. The question Davoth asked had now come back, and thinking about it for a moment, the bane of hell keeping his blade in the dark lord's chest, he finally decided on an answer.
"No" was all he uttered when we wrenched the arm blade from the now-dying Davoth, and he watched as his life sphere floated up and exploded in a giant fiery ball. Across every unfortunate dimension the demons of hell ever invaded, hellish creatures, One by one, started to dissipate into flames and embers.
With that, the unchained predator had finally accomplished his most incredible mission. He had spent countless eons ripping and tearing, his tireless battles perpetual in the fight against the tormenting hordes of hell, and yet, In that very moment, there was finally calm. He no longer held in him boundless rage but peace and satisfaction. Unfortunately, however, killing the dark lord came at a cost.
To become the feared Bane of hell, the Doom Slayer had to be imbued with the power of the now-fallen dark lord. Now that Davoth was no longer around, that meant that the slayer no longer had his power as well. This was proven true as his vision weakened and his knees hit the ground with a thud.
"By his hands. All things were made, including...you," Spoke Vega, aka the father, as the slayer fell face forward onto the ground, unconscious, taking him over at last. Moments later, a group of Maykyrs had moved the slayer to his coffin, The very same that the foul creatures of hell managed to trap him in all those billions of years ago. After carefully moving him, the Maykyrs closed the lid, sealing him until the next time he was needed again, which was fortunately for them. That time would be soon enough.
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Unknown Void
Waking up suddenly, the Doom Slayer looked around frantically to find that he was in a black void. As far as the eye could see, there was absolutely nothing. No Immora, no demons. Nothing. The Doom Slayer noticed that he was floating in said void, almost like an invisible body of water. How he was doing this was yet to be discovered. As he looked around for answers, a familiar spectral appeared in front of him in a blinding light blue flash of light.
"Doom Slayer" Spoke the ghost of the deceased Argent ruler King Novik. "You have defeated the dark lord and stopped hell from conquering and laying waste to any more realities. They will no longer consume and destroy as they have done before. Your fight 'here' is over".
The Slayer tilted his head in a confused manner. Where was the fallen king exactly going with this
"However, there is another place full of horrible creatures. A realm in which innocent souls are trapped in a cacophony of endless mazes. A realm that requires your presence, dear slayer. Will you again save these innocent souls? Will you once again make these horrible creatures taste the bite of your sword?"
The slayer cocked his head and crossed his arms, carefully thinking about it for a moment. He had finally put a stop to hell. He had killed the dark lord. No one else had to suffer the demonic hordes again. His job was complete, but now. Now, he had a new goal. He had to go into this maze-like dimension and save innocents from the monsters that roamed it. He finally had a new purpose.
The slayer turned back to King Novik and nodded wordlessly, agreeing.
"Very well," said in a satisfied tone. "Now, Doom Slayer. I shall send you forth to do what must be done."
The slayer shook with giddy anticipation like a child in a candy store, mouth sporting a devilish grin.
"Rip and tear...until it is done."
And with that. The slayer was whisked away on his new mission. They didn't know it yet, but the creatures of the backrooms would all know fear, for the only thing they will ever fear...It will be him.
Authors Notes- Well, that was a long write. I'll be sure to add the first level sometime soon but for now, stay slaying, guys.
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