(authors note: i am going to take some pretty big creative liberties about how ULTRAKILL is.

ALSO im gonna be keeping each chapter pretty short so around 1k-2k words long i dont want them to keep getting longer as the story continues.)

Raiden didn't know how long he had spent in those deep depths. How many enemies he had slain, layers he had travelled through..

At some point he had passed through a horrifying world covered in an undying inferno

enemies running around, alight as living torches. Stone ruins on fire, the grass on fire and even the sky was on fire.

He emerged out the other side after gruelling trial and battle - armour charred in places and stinking of charcoal and sulphur.

He walked through a single door, a single hallway and the scenery had changed immediately.

It was a serene castle area, with small chapels, bushes, fountains and speakers playing birdsong. A faint peaceful melody played in the background, and Raiden recognized that it was Clair De Lune once again. Near the end, he saw a large stone structure, with wide open double doors. Inside was a grand open area hallway, stained glass windows spilling in beautiful multicoloured rays of light which splashed vibrant colours of red, green, pink and amber into the shallow pond. Four stone pillars topped in cherry blossom ivy and moss marked off the corners of the pond.

It was empty, and silent.

Feeling that this could be a place of ferocious battle Raiden moved onwards swiftly and without wasting much time.

There was another room with a vertical ventilation shaft, (at this point he was used to this. he knew it was gonna be taking him another level deeper into the bowels of Hell.)

So he jumped in without hesitation.

Falling for a while, listening to the air rushing around him he felt something different.. a strange chilly breeze from below. Usually it was stale unmoving air which gave him a bad taste in his mouth, but there seemed to be open air at the end of the shaft.

Right as he was about to reach the end of the shaft, he stretched his arms out wide, catching himself right at the edge.

Recovering from the fall and sudden stop, he looked around at the new world below. There was a massive city in perpetual twilight, neon lights shining and a bitter wind biting. Rooftops covered in odd geometry stretched in all directions as far as eyes could see, and in the near distance a giant man stalked the landscape, with a crown of towers and eyes like spotlights - it shambled like it had been working fast food all its life and it had just turned 28.

Raiden shuddered at the thought of fighting this thing, but if he had to, he would pull no punches.

So he continued atop the peaking heights of the city, determined to find a way forward to the next layer down, also wondering when he would get his first paycheck - unless he was in a contractual trial period.

He wandered the silent rooftop until he came to the very edge. Peering over the precipice, he noticed the towers falling away into the darkness below, twinkling lights floating in the abyss.

There was a great explosion behind him as the floor was blasted apart from some sort of munitions. And out from the hole leapt the Swordsmachine..

"Its you again!?" Raiden exclaimed, instinctively drawing his sword from the scabbard at his hip.

"IT IS UNCOMMON FOR A MACHINE TO HOLD A GRUDGE.." The Swordsmachine held up its new right arm, it was a normal robotic hand but with a strange looking grappling hook built in (this weapon is called WHIPLASH), "BUT SINCE MY UPGRADE, I DECIDED TO CHALLENGE YOU ONCE AGAIN, HALF MACHINE."

"Half machine? I'm at least nine tenths machine.. Anyway, that's beside the point," Raiden pointed his sword and smiled, "Let's dance!"

The whiplash sprang out towards Raiden at a breakneck speed, so fast he had to roll to the side in order to get out of the way. He ended up right in front of a shotgun blast from the approaching Swordsmachine.

Cursing loudly, he used his cybernetic muscles to bounce into the air, narrowly dodging the powerful shotgun blast before seeing an opportunity to attack.

Meanwhile, watching Raiden fall towards him quickly, Swordsmachine retracted the whiplash. The chain retreating into its arm travelled at tremendous pace, whipping the air viciously.

Raiden stomped down right on top of the machine, causing them both to crash down through several floors. Clouds of dust and falling debris sourounding them and he surveyed his surroundings.

Now turning to stare directly at him were four more Malicious Faces. Raiden, groaned and began to perform several complex acrobatic feats in order to escape the instant barrage of exploding fireballs from the enemies, which the Swordsmachine was now bearing the brunt of.

Raiden jumped from a wall, kicking himself off of one of the malicious faces back to the wall, feeling his power rise within himself. He breathed in, time began to slow down as he felt the energy course through his muscle fibres.

His sword crackled with blue electric energy as he entered this special state of mind - Zandatsu it was called.

His blade hummed with immense power as he slashed rapidly at the wall. Each time the sword made contact, it cut right through, destroying more and more, almost as if he wasn't hacking away at over a foot thick stone wall.

Emerging on the other side, stone blasting in all directions and feeling heat of the malicious faces fireballs hitting his back, he defenestrated himself from the building, the world returning to focus.

Suddenly Raiden realised he had already hit terminal velocity.

It's fine He reminded himself I survived a fall like this in Denver...

So he let himself fall, all the way down, the wind rushing all around him, and the constant wooshing sounds of his descent deafening him.

He expected to be able to make something out in the darkness below if he fell, but instead the absolute blackness had simply come closer and closer to him. It was how he had imagined falling into a black hole was like.

It must be a bit uncomfortable.. having your existence erased.. He pondered. Raiden would've began another train of philosophical thought, however the ground stopped him in his tracks as he slammed into it at 200 miles per hour. (321 kilometers per hour)

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The final Malicious Face crashed into the floor, covered in blood before the Swordsmachine. It picked out a path between bloody floor and broken chunks of concrete and steel, right over to the hole that nine tenths machine left behind.

I WONDER IF HE EVEN BLEEDS.. computed the machine to itself, almost in awe if it was capable of processing that kind of emotion.