Hell to Pay

"He wore the crown of the Night Sentinels, and those that tasted the bite of his sword named him... the Doomslayer." Semi-Selective|AU|Multiverse|Doomslayer from DOOM 4 RP blog.

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“Hҽ ɯσɾҽ ƚԋҽ ƈɾσɯɳ σϝ ƚԋҽ Nιɠԋƚ Sҽɳƚιɳҽʅʂ, αɳԃ ƚԋσʂҽ ƚԋαƚ ƚαʂƚҽԃ ƚԋҽ Ⴆιƚҽ σϝ ԋιʂ ʂɯσɾԃ ɳαɱҽԃ ԋιɱ… ƚԋҽ Dσσɱʂʅαყҽɾ.“

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I wanna write up a post about what my interpretation of Heaven is like in Doom now...

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A black substance as thick as blood leaked out from the two creatures, the first dying with an open jaw once stabbed through the head. The second slumped onto the ground once given a blast from the Super Shotgun. If anyone were to listen to the backgrounds, gunfire and screams could be heard with the sounds of alarms going off. The hallway that Slayer in had the markings of a battle having happened, with armored corpses and more larger robotic horrors being on the floor.

The armored corpses were clearly humanoid, the one difference being that they held markings of a cross on the helmet visor. It was almost as if the fallen humanoids appeared like knights in a way, bits of sword having entered the robotic corpses they killed before dying off. A door stood at the end of the hallway, with several armored corpses standing that were riddled with bullet holes. A robed entity could be seen dead with their face facing the ground, their arm leaving a bloody handprint near a hand scanner. It was clear that they failed to escape the room when knowing the hallway as a dead end.

The resemblance this place had to the UAC facility on Mars was disturbing to the Slayer. All he could hope was that things didn’t happen like they did last time. Upon the realization that these creatures had a resemblance to knights in some way, the Slayer just felt... Sadness. Memories he didn’t want to think of returned to him, but he pushed them away to focus on what’s around him.

The Slayer retracted his forearm blade and had the Super Shotgun disappear into red streamers of energy before thinking about his path forwards. Although the answer became clear quickly once he focused in on the sounds of people having their own struggles. He couldn’t save the personal of the UAC facility, but maybe he could save the people in here.

With his decision made, the Slayer began to make his way towards the source of those gunshots and screams while taking out his Heavy Assault Rifle so he could deal with whatever got in his way.

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It’s almost like that passing thought of his was foreshadowing for something. Her eyes trained on him, it wasn’t fear that resonated within her eyes. No. it seemed to be curiosity. Or maybe lost in thought. It was unreadable but definitely carried some form of meaning to it. She on the otherhand, read emotions. Weather physically or empathically, reading and responding to other peoples emotions is what she does. He seemed to have gotten a little less trigger happy, so all of her arms fell down, two of them held out infront of her to show she wasn’t going to try anything.

Her arms fell to her side completely after he made his weapons disappear. Maybe he didn’t have any intentions on hurting her either.  She looked around, the silence between them growing a little too awkward for her tastes.

“… well… so ayme-a joost gooo…” The monster took a step to the side. Only for his visor to follow her movements. making her freeze up. She looked around, another pregnant pause.

“… doooo…. ye woont somethying? A coke? Tae go tae the nearest monster city… ye know theres a lovely ferest tae the west o’ here………………. are ye ignoring meh?”

A person would be skeptical or curious about the person in front of the Slayer and his surroundings. But the Slayer was just annoyed and frustrated. He didn’t want to be here, he needed to be in Hell. Not here.

The Slayer can feel no sympathy, he is no longer capable of it. So he didn’t even care how the other person felt, he knew he should, but he’d only do that on his terms. And these weren’t his terms. But at least he could get somewhere by relaxing and letting her feel calm, maybe even safe.

The silence also didn’t bother him. Talk was cheap. Blood wasn’t, so he hasn’t used his voice in ages. Even if he spoke just a few moments ago. Even still, he kept his eyes trained on her. The sound of his suit rubbing against itself as he simply turned his head could be heard. It sounded like rocks rubbing together, a true testament to the armor’s durability.

Luckily, she made an offer he quite liked.

“Tԋҽ ƈιƚყ. Tαƙҽ ɱҽ ƚԋҽɾҽ.“

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How does he not know about the tiniest demons to ever exist

Weeeeeeeell... Dogs kinda inhabit Hell but they’re the Hell-Hounds and they aren’t real dogs. Actual dogs go to Heaven.

The only natural animals in Hell are the Pinky Demons and they're just used for war cuz the only way you eat in Hell is if you can manage to cannibalize others inhabitants. If you can’t, then you’re being cannibalized.

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📂

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

The Slayer has been to Hell. The Slayer has met beings from Heaven. He knows that in the expansive multiverse, there are other afterlives that will either crumble underneath themselves or be assimilated by the still growing Heaven and Hell.

He doesn’t care about religion. He doesn’t care about those who follow any sort of religion. God has failed him. Lucifer has failed him.

If Heaven decides to turn against him, they will fall along side Hell. And he will be there to crucify Jesus once again.

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⚠️Warning, a pack of wild Chihuahuas are lose in the facility

Send “⚠️” plus a warning label for my muse.

Somehow, this single thing has caused obvious and very visible physical confusion from the Slayer. He doesn’t know what the fuck a Chihuahua is…

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Fear of being alone

Send my muse a fear you see them having, and they will rate it from 0-10 depending on how much it frightens them.

The Slayer rates this a 0.

He has no need to be afraid of what he’s already succumbed to.

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😀

For every “😃” received I’ll describe something I like about rping the muse.

He can go from 0 to 10000000000000000000 in an instant if need be and once he hits that threshold there’s no stopping him until the task’s done or he’s dead.

And there’s no guarantee he’ll stay dead either.

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😡

For every “😡” received I’ll describe something I dislike about rping the muse.

He like

Can physically do nothing nice to another muse as a way to be introduced. Like, those ask memes where it says muses can do something completely platonic? Like just hang out somewhere? He can’t fucking do that! This lil’ bitch has to go and start an eternal crusade against the Demons and straight up won’t do anything nice with someone unless that person does it first!

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“Hҽ ɯσɾҽ ƚԋҽ ƈɾσɯɳ σϝ ƚԋҽ Nιɠԋƚ Sҽɳƚιɳҽʅʂ, αɳԃ ƚԋσʂҽ ƚԋαƚ ƚαʂƚҽԃ ƚԋҽ Ⴆιƚҽ σϝ ԋιʂ ʂɯσɾԃ ɳαɱҽԃ ԋιɱ… ƚԋҽ Dσσɱʂʅαყҽɾ.“

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For every “😡” received I’ll describe something I dislike about rping the muse.

(If you cannot see the emoji send “Angry”)

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For every “😃” received I’ll describe something I like about rping the muse.

(If you cannot see the emoji send “Happy”)

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My shadow’s the only one                           that walks beside me. 

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Send “⚠️” plus a warning label for my muse.

(If you cannot see the emoji send “Warning”)

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Send my muse a fear you see them having, and they will rate it from 0-10 depending on how much it frightens them.

0 being “I’m not scared of that at all” to 10 being “NOPE NOPE NOPE”