I am hyped for the new Doom. So much that wanted to write fanfic out of it even before I buy the game.

There is a lack of Doom fanfics that interest me, crossover or not. I decided to make my own, as usual. And again, I add more to the RWBY Crossover section.

Put that shotgun away; I love the Doom series (even though I've only finished 3 and Resurrection of Evil and own the BFG Edition) and I intend to honor it.

There will be blood… lots of them.

As for Doomguy, I'll be taking cues from Mad Max: Fury Road by having his actions speaks louder than words.

EXTREMELY LOUDER

Oh, and spoilers for the ending of the game… Yeah, I originally wanted to keep things ambiguous by having him forgetting whether he has experienced the story of the new game to the end or not. I decided that it's better if he did. I'm that hyped and impatient to do this.

They said that Doom 4 took so long because the original draft didn't have that "Doom feel" to it. I'm not entirely sure what the Doom Feel is, but I do hope I channeled it in this fanfic.

Anyway, as I said, spoilers for the game. So hurry the fuck up and buy the game so you can read this story.

GET PSYCHED!

DOOM: Knee-deep in the Dust

They are rage, brutal, without mercy.

But you… You will be worse.

Rip and tear, until it is done.

He awakened as the voice echoed in the darkness. The only light being the demonic emblem etched in front of him. It almost shaped like the letter D.

'Wait. This looks familiar.'

The man tried to move, and realized he couldn't because his arms were chained. He tried it with his legs, but there was no room to maneuver, for he felt only stony surfaces.

He was back in his sarcophagus.

'No… have I ever gotten out of this?'

The man squint his eyes, attempting to remember what has happened to him, but no dice. It was all a blur. He felt that he had gotten out of his confinement before, but his mind came up with nothing.

Seconds later, he felt something all over his body, like something has coiled itself into his being. Then series of numbers began to pop up in front of him.

He realized that he was wearing a helmet, and he was looking at his Heads-Up Display. The numbers were from his health bar (it may sound like a video game, but it's a term he could think of to describe how much damage he has taken), and it indicates that he has 30 health points. From how it felt when he clenched his fists and touching his body, he was wearing gloves or gauntlet, and a suit of armor…

His suit of armor; the Praetor Suit.

However, he shook his head. He can ponder later when he gets out of the coffin.

Then, his surrounding began to quake. He felt that he was being lifted up somewhere. Someone was about to dig him out.

But who… or what?

DEMONS

One word was enough. He remembered what happened when they first invaded. He remembered how they ravaged his fellow warriors and hometown. He remembered the great battle he had fought against the fiends regardless of how small or big they were.

He remembered that they killed his pet rabbit Daisy. They will pay for that, and every death they have caused.

Then he remembered… he was all alone. Something or someone had destroyed everything he had known. Was it betrayal? Did they use a trump card?

'It doesn't matter know, I guess…'

He was all that remained of his destroyed world. Hell has conquered it long ago and there's no getting it back. All he could do was to Rip and Tear every single one of those demon fucks until he dies.

Rip and Tear

Those words seemed familiar to him. It felt right, somehow.

His thought process was interrupted when the sarcophagus jolted to a halt. He saw lights coming from the gaps of the coffin. Straining his ears, he heard… voices.

'People talking… not demons.'

He felt a bit relieved. At least they're not setting up explosives. Their sounds were muffled, but he could tell that some of them sounded feminine. A couple of them were men, but younger.

He heard arguing of a sort. Did they want to bury him back? Kill him?

'I don't think so…'

Gathering his might, he pulled the chains off of his right wrist, then his left wrist. Pulling the cuffs off, the man tried to push the sarcophagus cover up. It was heavier than he thought.

He then began to punch it. Again, and again, and again… until the gap to his left widened, letting the bright light into his tomb.

He slid the cover to the right, and with a grunt, it fell.

The man was surprised that the light came from a star… the sun.

'Not in Hell?' He thought, it has been forever since he felt the warmth of the sun entering his helmet. It was… comforting.

But he cannot relax just yet. The people who were talking are still around, and were most likely planning something to deal with him.

The man felt time slow down as he saw images from his HUD. It was his weapon wheel.

He remembered that he had collected various weapons to destroy the demons, but all he saw was his energy pistol.

He wondered where his other toys are, or when did he get this type of pistol. But for now, it is better than nothing.

Looking at the virtual image of the weapon, in milliseconds the pistol appeared on his right hand. Despite for being entrapped for who knows how long, the man had incredible stamina. Enough to pull himself out of the sarcophagus.

As he rolled away from it, he saw that he was on some sort of stony altar in the middle of a green forest. Planting one of his feet on the ground, the armored man crouched and aimed his pistol at a group of eight.

A few minutes ago…

"Guys, that thing's circling back… what are we gonna do?" Jaune Arc pointed his finger to the skies, the giant Nevermore Grimm looming closer to the group.

Weiss Schnee turned to the blond boy and said, "Look, there's no sense in dilly-dallying. Our objective is right in front of us."

Said objective were artifacts in the shape of chess pieces. Located in the middle of the forest and were set on a lone alter. Each pieces placed in different spots.

"She's right." Said Ruby Rose, "Our mission is to get the artifacts and make it back to the cliffs." Weiss looked at the younger girl with a smile, which she returned with a nod. "There's no point in fighting these things."

"Run and live… that is an idea I can get behind." Jaune Arc agreed. Then, he and Ruby walked to the altar to grab the artifact of their choice. Ruby decided to take the knight, and Jaune the rook, both white in color.

But as the boy was about to grab the piece, his foot stepped in a peculiar slab of stone; it has an odd looking rune etched onto it, its formerly red color faded away due to time. His foot pushed the slab underground.

Jaune stepped back with a cry, "Whoa! What just happened?"

Weiss couldn't help but to put her palm to her face, "Ugh. What did you do this time?"

"I don't know! I was about to get the knight piece when—"

"I can see that." She retorted. Fantastic. She will have to deal with his antics for three whole years. Being chased by giant Grimms, dealing with a overconfident girl who's two years younger than her… can this get any worse?

Oh, these eight will get one HELL of an initiation.

Pyrrha Nikos sighed at the boy. Sure, he may be cute, but he could be such a klutz. She didn't mind. However, the red haired champion noticed that some sort of red energy field conjuring in the middle of the altar. "Everyone… what is that?" she pointed to said anomaly.

Ruby and Jaune turned around; the floor on the altar was shaking where the energy field appeared. The floor slowly opened to reveal a gap that's getting wider.

"Uh… I think we should get away." Jaune told Ruby, grabbing the white rook piece while at it.

"I agree." She replied. Both of them moved to their new friends (and sister in Ruby's case) as something came out of the floor.

Then, a burst of energy flowed out. Its force created a strong gust of wind that almost knocked the teenagers down.

Well, knocked one down, anyway. Jaune fell on his ass to the sudden gust. Pyrrha immediately went to his rescue by pulling him up.

"Are you alright?" she asked the blond.

"Oww… I'm fine, thanks Pyrrha." He replied with a smile. If Jaune wasn't paying attention to what's happening on the altar, he would've had noticed her slightly blushing cheeks.

As he got up, the others notice something coming out of the opening. It was rectangular and stony. Etched into the object were numerous glowing scratches. The energy began to fade away as the object finally came out.

The eight stood agape. Were they to remember that they have a couple of enormous Grimms after them; they'd notice that both of them did not approach the future hunters and huntresses. The Nevermore was flapping its massive wings, hovering away from them. While the Deathstalker stopped struggling to get its stinger tail out of the mini-iceberg it's stuck in.

Whatever the object was, it made them afraid.

"Is… is that a coffin?" Ruby asked, looking at her sister, Yang Xiao-Long, and the others.

Blake Belladonna was the one who answered, "Actually, it's a sarcophagus. Coffins are usually made out of wood. This one is made out of stone."

"Well, whatever it is," Jaune added, "It's not normal. I mean, look at those scratches…"

Lie Ren took a few steps towards the sarcophagus, his childhood friend Nora Valkyrie holding his hand in fear. "Ren… I don't think you should come closer to that thing."

It's a rare situation where Nora was the one who tried to stop Ren. That's how scared she is.

"Nora, it's okay. I'm not going to touch it or anything… but those scratches." He pointed out, "I think they resemble letters… rune letters. I don't know what the symbol on the cover means, but it could be the emblem belonging to the inhabitant."

As anxious as they were, the others began to walk closer to it. Most of them had no idea what runes are, but they know words when they see one. And whatever it is etched on the sarcophagus, it's not using any known languages on Remnant.

"Um, guys… I don't know if you play video games," Jaune said, "But I know demonic runes when I see one."

Weiss scoffed. "Demonic? Really, Jaune?"

"I'm serious! Look, those letters are glowing red, and it even has pentagrams here and there! I know that thing anywhere; I've seen them from in my games and they're always bad news… Oh, man. Did I just summon an ancient demon or something? I'm too young to sell my soul…"

"Now, Jaune." Pyrrha assured, "I'm sure nothing terrible will happen to you. You're too kind to have your soul taken."

With a laugh, the boy replied, "Heh… Thanks Pyrrha. So what do we do? I don't think this is part of the initiation."

"Obviously not." Yang said. "This is waaaaay to elaborate for a prank. And if it was, wouldn't the teachers have checked this place before they send students in for initiations?"

Again, the eight stood in silence. Contemplating on what to do.

"You know, as much as I want to know what's really inside," Ruby began, "But as I said before; our objective is to take an artifact and make it back to the cliffs. We all got ours, and all we need to do is to get out of here."

One by one, they nodded in agreement. But before they could turn around, they heard something coming from the sarcophagus.

Pyrrha shifted Milo into its rifle form, and aimed at the stone coffin. Ren did the same with his Stormflower twin machine pistols, followed by Nora who shifted Magnhild into its grenade launcher form. Jaune was last, clumsily unsheathing Crocea Mors out of its shield-sheath, before unfolding the latter into its shield form.

Yang aimed her Ember Celica shot gauntlets at the sarcophagus. Blake pointed Gambol Shroud at it as well, the chain scythe in its pistol form. Weiss gripped Myrtenaster as the dust rapier's dust chambers revolved into the red one. Ruby unfolded Crescent Rose into its rifle form, loading a bullet to the chamber of the sniper scythe.

Their hearts pounding, the eight waited to see if the sarcophagus really did make the noise.

"Holy crap, something's alive in there." Jaune whispered.

And it did. The sound of chains being snapped could be heard from within, followed by another snap. Then, they saw its cover budged slightly. Suddenly, whoever or whatever that is within it began to punch its way through.

The teenagers slowly backed up, not taking their eyes off of the sarcophagus as the puncher hit harder.

Ren noticed that its cover was slightly ajar to his left. He saw something green inside it. Then, a green, armored hand reached out and slid the cover to its right, which fell with a loud thud.

Their heartbeats pounded their chests furiously. Each of them—even Jaune despite his cluelessness—knew the risks when they attended Beacon Academy. Being a hunter is a dangerous lifestyle, and they will face all sorts of problems.

A demonic sarcophagus containing something alive was not what they had in mind.

Suddenly, its green inhabitant rolled out of the sarcophagus. The armored being dropped to the teens' right, before planting a foot down, crouched down, and aimed something at them. It was a pistol, but from how the weapon shifted a bit when he aimed, it has glowing blue parts in it, so perhaps it was an energy pistol.

Ruby looked at the being, and knew that whoever was wearing it was a soldier, maybe a marine. She noticed how scarred and worn the armor was, noticing a peculiar mark on the top left of the armored being's helmet. It was the same red emblem on the cover. One side of her can't help to think how cool this person looked and his pistol as well. Despite it not having any other forms, she can see that it's a fascinating weapon.

Both he and the young hunters kept their distance as they pointed their weapons at each other.

The marine crouched still as the people in front of him stood their ground and aimed their weapons. From the looks of it, their designs were something he had never seen before, with exception for the one using the sword and shield.

His vision was blurry; it had been so long since he had seen actual sunlight that his eyes had a hard time readjusting to such normalcy. He slowly stood up, not letting the group out of his sights. A few seconds later, he could see a bit clearer. A gold/red woman aiming a rifle, a man in green with dual machine pistols, a woman wielding a grenade launcher, the blond with the sword and shield, a red hooded sniper, a white dressed rapier wielder, a black clad pistol user, and a woman aiming her yellow gauntlets at him.

Something about them felt off. He squinted his eyes and noticed—

"Hello? Can you understand what I'm saying?"

The one with the red hood asked him a question. The marine then realized how young she looked… how young they all looked.

'They are… kids?'

Annihilating demons for what felt like centuries may have dulled him to certain things, but somewhere deep within him, he still remembered the innocence of the far past. The innocence of youth.

'No.' he thought to himself. 'No children shall come to harm.' It was one of the oaths he had taken alongside his brothers in arms in the distant past. He may have failed his home then, but now…

Years of combat may have dulled many things within him, but this moment of calmness cleared his mind.

The marine slacked his shoulders as he slowly pointed his pistol to the ground. He then stood straight as the young ones holstered their weapons away.

He knows that they are uncomfortable as he gazed at each of them from his helmet. From the outside, the visor obscured others so they wouldn't know what his expression would be.

The armored one set his gaze at the youngest of the eight. The hooded girl had a glint of fear in her silver eyes, but he can also sense her courage.

"Um… do you speak Valean?"

"Ruby, what are you doing?" the blond boy whispered. Fighting the forces of hell had sharpened his senses, so his attempt to hide his intention was for naught. And what is this Valean? The name of the country he's in?

"Jaune," she replied, "Whoever this person is, he or she is probably confused at where they're at right now."

"He just busted out of his sarcophagus. For all we know, this guy is a zombie or something."

"He doesn't smell rotten."

"Not with that armor on, he's not."

As they continue their whispered banter, he felt something he hadn't felt in ages; amusement.

'Perhaps… this means something.' The marine thought. Fighting is all he knew, yet the girl named Ruby had brought back something to him. His feelings.

However, the other six weren't too amused. The blond girl looked back-and-forth between the hooded girl and himself with a wary look. The armored girl in gold/red may have put away her firearm, but she took out her shield. The girl with the grenade launch—wait, it changed into a hammer. How did it do that? The marine always wanted something that can create explosions when he hit something, but in all his travels, he had never seen a weapon like that.

The girl with the hammer felt his gaze, and looked at him curiously. She noticed that when she moved her weapon, his gaze seemed to follow it.

"Ooooh, do you like my weapon?"

It was a simple question. The armored one gave a simple answer; a couple of nods.

With a grin, the girl stepped forward, "My name is Nora Valkyrie, and this here is my Magnhild!" she shouted, "There are many types of weapons in this world, but this one is mine!"

Nora twirled her hammer as if it was a baton. In a blink of an eye, she shifted it from its hammer form to its grenade launcher form. Then, she switched it back again.

It was one of the most amazing things the marine had ever seen.

"If you're wondering, it's yes; it can make things go boom even in hammer form."

To the surprise to the teens, he gasped. Sort of, the helmet obscured his voice as well. But they can tell how impressed he was.

"Oh, you think that's impressive?" The blond girl asked rhetorically, "Check out Ember Celica here!"

She raised her gauntlets, and he noticed something about them; there are shotgun shells inside them!

Noticing that he was also impressed by her weapon, she introduced herself, "Name's Yang Xiao-Long, and as you can see," she moved her forearms so he could get a better look, "When I punch things, anything will go boom, too."

He gasped as well, albeit a bit quicker.

Speaking of quick, the girl in white began to yell, "What are you two doing?! Don't you remember that we're in the middle of our initiation and are currently being chased by two giant Grimms?!"

Fan-fucking-tastic. She was one of those people…

"And you!" she pointed at the marine, "I am glad that you are smart enough to recognize that we're not a threat, but that doesn't mean the same thing goes to you! Who are you and where did you come from?"

As she was beginning to spout more questions, he tuned out most of them. The marine wondered if he should pay attention to her, but when she said two Grimms, he searched the horizon behind them.

A few meters in front of him, was a giant black scorpion creature with skull-white carapaces and "face masks", its stinger tail stuck inside a miniature iceberg. How can one appear in a forest? And why isn't it trying to break free?

A squawk drew his attention skywards. A giant crow-like bird, also with a skull-white "face mask", was circling above them. However, it kept its distance.

He knew monsters when he sees one. And whatever world he woke up in, seems to have pest problems as well.

"Weiss, is he even listening to you?" the girl with the black hair bow asked rhetorically.

Weiss—the girl in white—turned around to her, before noticing that the marine wasn't even looking at her. "The nerve!" she exclaimed.

Before anybody could continue, he raised his left hand. Now he has their attention. Clearing his throat, he pointed a finger at the hooded girl.

It has been a long, long time since he has last spoken a word. Considering what he has been doing, it's natural that he needed to get used to using his mouth to communicate again.

"Full name." It was short and straight to the point.

The teenagers—now know that the armored being is an adult man—widened their eyes. So he can talk. But judging from how hoarse his voice was, it appears that he hasn't talked since… whenever he was before being entombed.

"Um… I'm Ruby Rose." She said sheepishly. It seems that she too have trouble communicating.

He then pointed his finger to the blond boy, Frantically, he introduced himself, "My name is Jaune, Jaune Arc. Short, sweet… ladies love it."

"Again, do they really?" Ruby asked with a raised eyebrow.

Whatever answers Jaune had, the marine moved on to the girl in black. "Blake Belladonna." She answered; he noticed that her bow is twitching. Whether it's the wind or something else, he didn't care.

He looked at the blond girl, trying to say her name. "Yang… Xiao… Long?" The girl nodded, a wide smile forming.

The marine merely looked at the girl in white in front of him. Or to be more precise, below him due to how he towers over them all. Her face was frowning with contempt. After a few seconds of staring, she sighed and introduced herself. "My name is Weiss Schnee."

He replied with a nod. Next, he looked at the girl with the hammer. "Nora… Val... kyrie?"

The girl smiled and saluted, "Yessirree!"

Responding with an amused grunt, he pointed at the boy in green. "Lie Ren." From the way he said it, apparently he's also a man of few words. At least the boy was able to talk normally.

Finally, he set his finger on the redhead. "I am Pyrrha Nikos." She introduced with a bow.

A fucking bow. Who does that these days?

He shrugged internally, responded to the girl with a nod. Despite how archaic she looked and acted, at least he found someone who seems polite.

Then, he cleared his throat again, asking one more thing, "Not soldiers. Why carry weapons?"

The teenagers looked at each other with confusion, and then Weiss answered, "No, we're not. We carry weapons because we are training to become hunters and huntresses."

Cocking his head to the side, Weiss took it as a sign that he didn't know what she's talking about. "This world has monsters called Grimm. There are more variations than just those two," she pointed at the Deathstalker and Nevermore. The heiress noticed that neither beast made any attempt to approach; the avian Grimm hovered a good distance away from the group, and the arachnid Grimm did not move at all—not even trying to remove itself from the iceberg she incased it with.

She decided to worry about that later as she continued, "Anyway, they've been around for centuries. But humanity fought back. So far, the world had kept them at bay as more hunters and huntresses slay them. I don't know if we could ever eradicate them, but in this age, there are academies in various kingdoms that can teach and train people that want to be a hunter. Right now, we're in the middle of our initiation. We were about to get back to the academy when…" she glared at Jaune, who smiled sheepishly, "someone activated a panel from the altar… which brought you to the land of the living."

The marine nodded. So this world has kingdoms instead of presidency. He reminded himself to read up more about this world—no matter how boring he thinks it would be—if he were to survive in it.

"Soooo do you have a name?"

Ruby was the one who asked. It was a simple question, but with a difficult answer.

'My name… what was it?'

It doesn't help that he has still trouble speaking. Otherwise he'd answer her that he doesn't remember his own name.

Unfortunately, he never got a chance to answer, because he heard a howl coming from behind him. Followed by some familiar sounding growls.

"Guys… what are those things?" Jaune asked, his voice shaking in fear and confusion.

"Beowulf packs…" Blake answered, readying her weapon, "And something else."

He turned around as the young ones readied their weapons. What he saw made his blood boil.

It wasn't the werewolf-like creatures, but the ones behind them. He counted their. 'Fifteen runts… a platoon. Big ones… three.'

The Beowulves—as Blake called them—was snarling at the group. But they gave way to the smaller brown creatures and the three gray larger creatures.

"Are these new kinds of Grimm?" Pyrrha questioned, "I don't think I've seen them from the books."

"Demons."

The teenagers looked at the marine, left fist shaking as he looked at the demons.

"Wait, hold on." Yang said, "Are you serious—"

He turned to his right. She could feel the anger from his eyes. "Whoa, okay. I guess you are."

Jaune did his best to not panic. Fighting Grimm is one thing, but nobody ever said that he's going to slay demons. 'Keep it together, Jaune… this isn't like those games where you hunt demons and save the princesses.' He thought to himself, 'The movies keep showing that to get rid of them, we need prayers and stuff. But I don't know the methods.'

"Guys, I doubt we can pray them away." The blond told the others, "What do we do?"

"Kill them all." The man in green cracked his knuckles as he answered Jaune. Turning around, he ordered to teenagers, "You run. Find safe place."

Yang intervened, "Whoa, hold on there. You're going to take them all on by yourself?" and that question was replied with a nod, "Well, I don't know how serious you are, but no huntsman fights alone."

"No." he retorted, "Too dangerous. I kill them myself."

He wanted to warn them that whatever these Grimms are, they are leagues below the demons. He wanted to assure them that he has been fighting the fiends of Hell for years, so they don't need to worry. He wanted to shoo them away so he could protect them better.

The frustration of his incapability to properly communicate angers him even more.

"The Doom Slayer is loose! Kill him! We must kill him!"

Much to their surprise—including the armored man—one of the smaller demons talked.

'They had never talked before.' He thought to himself, 'Why now?'

His thought process was interrupted when he heard chanting; the demons are chanting to kill him.

"Kill the Doom Slayer! Eradicate his existence!"

Now, the teenagers couldn't help but let fear into their hearts as the chant grew louder, and the large gray trio roared alongside the Beowulf pack. The smaller demons then curled one of their hands, a ball of energy slowly gathered onto their palms. Then, they threw the energy balls in succession. They were approaching fast.

"Take cover!" Ruby shouted, pointing at the altar. The teenagers ran towards it as the volley of projectiles landed on where they once stood, each hiding behind the pillars.

"Okay, this is officially the worst initiation ever!" Jaune cried out, "Let's get out of here!"

"We'd love to, Jaune," said Blake, "but the fact that there are two giant Grimms, a pack of Beowulves, and those… demons on our backs, I think running away is not an option!"

"Wait a minute!" Ruby cried, "Where did that soldier guy go?"

She got her answer when she heard cries of pain coming from the direction of the Beowulf pack. With body parts flying everywhere.

"Whoa."

(Play Doom BGM: At Doom's Gate; any version you want—preferably the 2016 one)

The marine… no, the Doom Slayer, charged forth into battle.

He shot one of the Beowulves with a charged shot form his pistol. The beast stunned, the Slayer saw that it glow blue for a bit. As he approached the creature, the blue glow turned orange.

Time for a Glory Kill.

He grabbed its lower jaw, and with ease, the Slayer tore it off. He proceeded to punch its head with his left fist.

Then, blue orbs emerged from its carcass. They quickly got absorbed into his armor. The health bar on his HUD indicates that he has now 50 life points.

'Works on them too, eh?' he asked rhetorically. With a grin, he aimed at an imp and shot it down with a few rounds. Both Beowulves and imps charged right at the Slayer. Fortunately, his supernatural agility made it easier for the Slayer to dodge their melee attacks and the imps' fireballs.

He grabbed one of the imps and threw it right into a group of beowulves. One of the Grimm managed to get close and clawed him, but the Slayer retaliated by firing a few rounds into its skull.

Hearing an imp's growl, he turned around—a left fist extended—and hit the demon on its head. Seeing its glow, he Killed it Gloriously by shoving his entire right arm into its chest cavity. He felt something that resembled a heart in his palm. He squeezed it until it pops, and pulled his arm out of the demon as it lies motionless.

Wiping the gore off of his gauntlet, he continued his onslaught as the number of imps dwindled.

Meanwhile, with Ruby and the others…

"Oh, man… I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Cool it, Vomit Boy. Now's not the time; I'm trying to enjoy this!"

The two blonds commented as they witnessed the armored man literally ripping and tearing the demons and beowulves with ease. With the occasion firing of his pistol rounds into them.

Pyrrha observed the man carefully. They had called him the Doom Slayer. The sarcophagus behind them had scratches that weren't just runic letters; she deduced that he was trapped inside of it by the demons, and they were guarding his… tomb. How it happened, she and nobody else will ever know.

What she knew from his actions was that he's a ferocious warrior. Most likely a berserker. But the champion saw hints of cunning in his attacks; dodging their bites and claw swipes with ease. And his speed! She had her share of opponents, but never had they display such swiftness the Doom Slayer had.

'He is a dangerous one. But I sincerely hope that he will choose to fight with us...'

One by one, the beowulves and the smaller demons fell. The Doom Slayer threw them into a small pile of them. He stood on top of it as he finished off the remaining forces. One Beowulf managed to grab his left arm, but a couple of shots from his pistol followed by a swift kick threw the Grimm away.

Then, one of the Beowulves turned around, and saw the would-be hunters hiding in the altar.

It howled, signaling its brethren that they have new targets.

"They've seen us!" Weiss shouted.

"Stand your ground!" Ruby ordered, "We can't leave him behind!"

Yang retorted, "Didn't you say there's no point in fighting these things? Not saying that I'm not eager for another fight, but…"

"That was before we stumbled on… on that guy!" Ruby countered, a finger pointing at the Doom Slayer.

The older sister of Ruby put her fingers on her chin, before snapping it, "You know what, let's just call him Doomguy!"

Blake rolled her eyes, "That sounds ridiculous, but I can't help but think it fits, since those… demons called him Doom Slayer."

"In any way," Ruby continued, pulling out Crescent Rose from her back and shifted it into its scythe form, "We have to hold the line. I don't want to leave, er, Doomguy here all alone. That's not right!"

Some of them were conflicted by her orders. But they all know that it won't feel right to them if they had just left the Doom Slayer.

They draw their respective weapons as the pack come closer. Fortunately, the Doom Slayer had cut down their numbers to a sizable bunch; the teens can handle them.

It was at that moment when Ruby saw the Slayer being thrown away by one of the large, gray demons. She wanted to use her semblance to leap to his aid, but she's needed more with her friends and sister.

The Hell Knight and Imps… it was baffling that they can reach this world.

Did whatever powers that be that brought him into this world had made a way for them to follow? Will there be more demons about to invade this world? Will Vale and the other three kingdoms be consumed by the Forces of Hell, like how it happened to his old home?

'No… Not again. Never again!'

Doom Slayer stumbled for a bit as he got to his feet. The Hell Knights were tough sons of bitches, and even though his pistol had inflicted damage in certain parts, it's not enough. He needed a weapon—a proper weapon—in order to deal with these three. But all he saw were corpses and grass fields.

He needed a better gun. A big gun… a big fucking gun.

Slayer, Slayer… it's been a long time.

Doom Slayer looked around for the source of the voice. Checking his helmet, he noticed that it was turned off. Turning it on, all he heard was static. Still, the voice sounded familiar… he had few friends before Hell invaded his home, and none whatsoever since.

We shall meet again in due time… but right now I believe you need a pick-me-up.

He heard a noise coming from his right. The familiar red color of Hell's energy was transporting something near the mountain of Beowulf and Imp corpses (the former slowly fading away). A Hell Knight was about to pounce. He ran and took a few potshots as he made his way to the conjuring energy. Two more followed, but he rolled out of their way as he reached his destination.

As the energy peaked, he averted his eyes from the brightness… and saw a familiar weapon.

It was a combat shotgun, surrounded by grenades. The firearm had both attachments for the Charged Burst and Explosive Shot mods next to it. To its right was a pair of metallic boots, except it doesn't cover the topside and they have thrusters on the calves. They were the Delta V Jump Boots. Behind them was a circular object that has a blue holographic cross in the middle. Its outer area made it look like the letter X. Below it was a large piece of armor that was glowing green. These were the Mega Health and an Armor Pack.

I thought that gathering all those upgrades and mods of yours again would be a waste of time. So I ought to do you a favor and have them all right here. Don't worry, you'll find your other toys when the time comes. For now, just take these and you're all set, Slayer.

The Doom Slayer wondered what he was talking about. 'He said 'Again'… I must have gotten out of that sarcophagus sometime ago, but when?'

He shook his head, 'No. No time for that. Three demons to go.' He thought as he looked at the teenagers engaging the Grimms. 'Then I help them.'

In an instant—as if the items got absorbed into his armor—he had acquired the Combat Shotgun and its mods; his health bar indicates that it's in 200% capacity, the armor piece also gave him 200 points on the bar, and his shotgun has… 60 shells?

You've upgraded your suit with the Argent Energy to make you stronger, remember? That includes more bullets. Don't worry; they won't blow up in your face unless you do it yourself. As I said, you will find them in due time—maybe after you get out of here with those young mortals and follow them to wherever they're going.

A part of his mind wondered what other 'gifts' he will get later on. As if hearing his thought, the voice replied.

You will get them, Slayer. Think of it like one of those video games the mortals created. You want better stuffs? Progress further into the story to get them. Explore every nook and cranny of a level if you have to. Fortunately for you, you have progressed a bloody lot in your last adventure… I'm just saving your progress by giving back your achievements. Well, some of them, anyway. Wouldn't be fun if you get everything from the beginning, wouldn't it?

The Slayer couldn't help but agree. He always loved a challenge.

Cocking a shell into the chamber, he turned around and fired away. The pellets tore the belly of a Hell Knight, but not enough to finish it. He aimed at its leg, and pulled the trigger. Now on its knees, he approached the demon and punched its jaw with his right fist.

He hit so hard its jaw was torn apart. Before it could get the chance to comprehend his injury, the Doom Slayer jammed the fingers of his left hand into the base of its neck. Using all his might, he yanked hard to his right. The Hell Knight's head flew away from its body.

In quick succession, the Slayer inserted the Charged Burst mod onto the shotgun. He aimed at the second Hell Knight as the three lights from the mod blinked one by one. When the topmost light lit, he let loose burst shot, hitting its chest in an instant. He decided to finish it off with a normal shot to its skull, obliterating it.

Finally, as the final Knight roared furiously, the Slayer removed the shotgun's entire front half, and inserted a front half with the Explosive Shot mod. He fired three shots at the demon, each hitting a leg and its torso. Roaring in pain, the Knight prepared to pounce.

It would be its last mistake. Gripping the shotgun's pump loader, he waited for the demon to be airborne.

The Hell Knight leaped skywards, a clawed hand prepared to attack. The Doom Slayer retaliated by firing the Explosive Shot. The enlarged projectile flew in an arc, heading straight into the Knight.

As the shot connected to the demon, the projectile combust. The large explosion was strong enough to create a hole where its chest used to be. The Hell Knight fell flat on its face as gravity did its job.

(End BGM)

The Slayer took a few calming breaths. It is done; he had added more blood into his hands.

'Wait.' He began, 'The voice said something about my last adventure… when—'

Then images of said adventure flashed before him. Him awakening from his slumber from his sarcophagus, regaining his Praetor Suit, the UAC fucking things up in their facility…

"I am not the villain in this story. I do what I do because there is no choice."

REROUTING TETHER COORDINATES COMPLETE

"Our time is up. I can't kill you, but I won't have you standing in our way. Until we see each other again…"

'Samuel Hayden… Not the villain my fucking ass, you're the villain in my story. One way or another I am going to find that robotic fuckhead and shove the Crucible up his metallic ass!'

Calm yourself, Slayer.

'He betrayed me!'

Indeed he did… but there's no point getting furious over it. I may not have much power beyond providing you with your toys, but I know for sure that you will face that man again.

'How would you know… I was tethered away, but was inside the coffin. Are you responsible for sending me here?!'

No, I'm not. Do remember that I betrayed my kind to join your side. Why would I betray you, knowing what you are capable of, Slayer? I am no fool. Plus, I just found you a few moments ago.

Then, something clicked within the Doom Slayer's mind. A memory from his time in Hell. Centuries of battle, immeasurable amount of demon corpses he had created. Out of all the chaos, there was only one good thing that happened.

A lone demon, doing something extremely intelligent; he did not fuck with him, and joined his side. He read a codex entry mentioning a Betrayer amongst the demons. The voice belonged to him.

I also made that Praetor Suit of yours. So in a way, you owe me. Do not be angered; it will be beneficial to your cause against the slaves of Doom.

The Slayer remembered something else, 'Wait. You talk. The demons here did too. Why?'

Oh, we could always talk. Most of us just don't bother to do so when we're killing. You must've read those Slayer Testaments the others had planted in Hell. And don't you remember me begging for my life as I was trying to join your side?

He paused, and then replied by shaking his head.

Eh, I guess it's for the best; that was pretty embarrassing. Anyway, you must be wondering how I'd find you in this world, and how I can talk with you like this, and whether we'll meet or now… but I believe you have people waiting for you right now.

Blinking, he realized that he has forgotten about the eight youth he just met. When he turned, he sighed in relief that they were a few meters away from him. For some reason, despite leaving the bodies of those Beowulf grimms, they had nary a scratch on them. 'Either they're weaker than I thought, or the people of this world is stronger than I think.

The hooded girl, Ruby, slouched her head with her mouth agape. The Slayer walked to them when the girl squealed in excitement.

"THAT WAS AWESOME~!" she cried out, "How did that shotgun worked? How could you change its form so quickly? How could you be so strong to be able to rip those things apart? How how how?!"

The Doom Slayer was overtaken by how excitable she was. But deep inside, he was overjoyed; another lover of weapons!

"Alright, alright, tone it down a bit, little sister." Yang said, putting her hands on Ruby's shoulders.

'Sister? Looked different… half-siblings?' The Slayer wondered.

Ruby apologized, which he accepted with a wave of his hand. Yang approached the Slayer, "Sorry about that, my little sister can be quite the fangirl when it comes to weapons." She began to check out his weapon, "Gotta say, it does look impressive, but not as cool as mine." She grinned at him while brandishing her shot gauntlets; the Doom Slayer could sense her joking tone.

He responded by putting his hands on his hips, looking at the girl in faux disgust.

Yang laughed at his posture, "Oh, I'm just kidding, Doomguy. No need to pout."

That made him flinched a bit. "Doomguy?" he asked.

Ruby elbowed her sister, "Yang! Sorry, but… since you haven't told us your name, she came up with that nickname. At least it sounds nicer than Doom Slayer?" she reasoned with a sheepish shrug.

For a moment, the Slayer looked away. He knew that he should've told them his name.

'But… I can't remember.'

Come now, Slayer. I never realized you could experience an existential crisis. I may not know it, but whatever your true name is, you better make sure you told it to the right people. You know how some demons are powerful enough to control you by using your true name…

The armored man contemplated the Betrayer's words. He wouldn't be surprised if one of the Great Lords of Hell had taught their followers the power to manipulate mortals and weak-minded people.

He was neither of them, in a way.

'Still… a better name than any.'

The Doom Slayer looked down, Yang and Ruby looking at him worryingly. The older sister scratched her head, "Hey, look. I'm sorry if you don't like the name. We could—"

"No."

Again, one word was enough to get their attention.

"It's fine." The Slayer continued, "I like it."

The blond brawler pumped her fist and grinned, "Hah! I told you he'd like it! Welcome to Remnant, Doomguy!"

The Doom Slayer… no, Doomguy felt something from his heart. A sense that he hasn't felt ever since his never ending battle against Hell.

Relief.

Huh. They say that changing your name will also change something within you. Guess it's sort of true, huh?

Doomguy internally nodded at the Betrayer's commentary.

Blake chimed in, "By the way… do those demons have names?"

Looking at the girl in black, he titled his head, she elaborated, "I mean, every Grimm has their names. Surely those things have one too… unless you don't know and named them yourself?"

He looked aside, remembering the names of the demons. 'No harm in telling.' He figured. So he did, "Small ones… Imps. Big ones… Hell Knights."

Blake stroked her chin, "I see… appropriate, I suppose. The smaller ones do remind me of imps. The large brutes, too. Nothing knightly about them, but the name match their size."

"Well, speaking of names," Ruby interrupted, "can you tell us yours?"

Doomguy lowered his head for a moment, before raising it with an answer, "Don't remember."

Short, simple, and honest.

"Oh, okay… I'm sorry that you can't remember your name." the young girl expressed, her face shown her honest feelings.

Then, he did something nobody expected, not even he himself knew why he did it.

Doomguy raised his right hand, and planted it on top of her head, petting it.

He widened his eyes, 'What am I doing?' he questioned himself, but as his hand gently petted the girl, Ruby didn't seem to object. In fact, the action cheered her up, indicated by the cute smile she gave him.

It was at that moment when Doomguy experienced something that should be common, but became alien to him during his lifetime.

Compassion.

By the Nine Circles... and here I thought your only emotions are anger and rage. It seems this little mortal has something inside of her that made you tick.

Removing his hand, Doomguy sighed. Not because of the sudden action that he did, but at what the Betrayer said; he was calming himself down—a feat even he had forgotten.

Come on, now. I don't plan to do anything to her, honest. I may be a demon, but believe it or not, some of us have standards. Messing with juvenile mortals doesn't interest me at all, and I only deal with weapons and armors. Speaking of which, I'm glad that the suit's function for putting multiple weapons into that realm still works. I wonder if any of them would realize it…

Just as the Betrayer hoped, Weiss Schnee took notice of the newly dubbed Doomguy. Something was missing, and it was his weapons. "Hey, hold on… where is your pistol? And didn't I hear shotgun blasts a few minutes ago? I don't see them on your armor. And what's with those boots?"

Oooh, this is going to be funny.

'For once, I agree.'

Doomguy answered by holding out his right hand… and then in a blink of an eye, his pistol was there.

"W-what?! When did it—"

Before Weiss could finish, he pulled his hand back. The pistol disappeared, and when he raised it again, the shotgun replaced it.

Nora was gaping in awe, Ren too, albeit his mouth wasn't as wide as hers. Jaune scratched his eyes in disbelief, and Pyrrha gasped, putting her hands close to her mouth.

Inside his helmet, Doomguy didn't realize that he was smiling. He continued his demonstration as the teens looked on in confusion. He detached the Explosive Shot mod of the shotgun, putting it behind him… yet none of them saw what happened but it was suddenly replaced by another front half with the Charge Burst mod attached.

"Oh. My. God." Ruby slowly said. "You can do magic tricks!"

"Don't be ridiculous!" Weiss interrupted, "It's obviously his semblance!"

Doomguy didn't know what a semblance was, but if that meant superpower or something, he'd take it. He flipped his shotgun skywards, but before any of them could see it fly, it was already gone. He was holding his pistol again.

"Alright, that's it." Yang said, "That's the coolest trick I've ever seen."

"But it's improbable!" Weiss shouted, "I read that some semblances leave a trace, but what he did… there's none whatsoever! And those pouches on your waist couldn't possibly hold them in... How are you doing this?!"

He answered her with a shrug.

"What do you mean you don't know?!"

After a slight pause, Doomguy repeated his answer; another shrug.

This infuriated Weiss, who was pinching the area between her eyes.

As amusing as this is, Slayer… you got company.

Just then, a horrible roar filled the area.

"What was that?!" Jaune cried out.

"Over there!" Blake shouted.

The group turned to the direction she pointed at. Doomguy could feel the vibration of its footsteps. There were many giants within Hell's ranks, whether they were as big as tanks or of titanic proportions. He recognized those footsteps anywhere. He responded by switching to his shotgun.

Ruby then asked, "Um… is it as big as the Hell Knights?"

"Bigger. Meaner. Stronger."

Yang cocked her shot gauntlets, "In other words, bad news."

She had no idea.

A green explosion blasted the surrounding trees, incinerating the area. From the smoke walked a goliath of a demon. Normally, the usual depiction of the devil in many cultures involves a red skinned being with satyr legs and big horns.

The Barons of Hell matched the description.

The teenagers stepped back a bit as its glowing green eyes glared at them. Now that is an intimidating demon.

Jaws chattering, Jaune attempted to ask Doomguy "S-s-so… is that the boss of the demons?"

"No. More than one Baron. I sense just one. Never met actual boss."

They let out a sigh of relief, but they reminded themselves that they can't relax just yet.

"It may be just one," Pyrrha added, "but I do not think it is wise to engage it."

"True. You all run."

Ruby was flabbergasted, "W-what?! What about you?"

"I hold him off."

"Alone?!"

"Fought many. Killed many. Will be fine."

Before he could charge, he saw something else emerge from the forest. Followed by three others that looked similar to it.

Imagine a bull from Hell. Except these ones eat meat, aren't really mammals, have chitin plates on their front sides, a very big mouth… and are pink.

"Pinkies."

Yang raised an eyebrow, "Not a very scary name."

"No names. I call them that."

"What can they do?" Pyrrha asked.

"Know what bulls are?" he answered with a question of his own. Seeing how they nodded, Doomguy continued, "Much worse. Eats meat. Tough armor up front. Attack their backs."

Now the stakes are higher. Usually, he wouldn't hesitate on taking them all on by himself. He knew their weak spots, knew the proper strategies to outmaneuver them.

But this time, he's not alone.

'Can't risk their safety. Have to get them far away.'

The Baron let out another roar. Then, something else answered the roar.

"Oh, crap!" Jaune shouted, "It's the Nevermore!"

Looking up behind them, Doomguy saw the giant bird Grimm approaching fast. It braked itself by flapping its wings forward… and sending its feathers like they were spears!

Doomguy switched the Charged Burst mod with the Explosive Shot mod, shoved the teens away, and used his jump boots to reach higher to the sky.

Time slowed down as he aimed his weapon to the direction of the feathers. He pulled the trigger, and the explosive round made its way to them. A few seconds later, it hit one of the feathers and exploded, the force threw off most of them away.

But not all. He saw more incoming.

'Not good… Must protect!'

He turned his head, the others were already getting out of the way, but one was falling behind.

"Jaune!" Pyrrha shouted.

Turning back to the feathers, Doomguy saw that they will hit Jaune if he moved away… so he braced. Using his boots for a second jump, it did its job as he was now directly in the firing line of the feathers.

One. Two. Three. Four… Four feathers struck his being. Thankfully, his armor piece was still intact when he got it, so it took the brunt of the attack.

Ruby saw what happened, and cried out his name, "Doomguy!"

The Slayer fell down, but got up in milliseconds.

'Armor and health at one-fifty. A strong one.' He muttered internally.

Turning his head to where Ruby was, she suddenly disappeared, leaving rose petals. Seconds later, she was right in front of him.

It took everything within him to not accidentally punch her. He was never fond of teleporting demons, and those who were stupid enough to appear right in front of him usually eat lead.

"Are you okay?" she asked, "Wait, stupid question. Come on, we have to get out of here, and you're coming with us!"

Ruby tried to convince him, pulling his armored arm. Despite his weight, the girl desperately struggled to get him—him of all people—to safety alongside her friends and half-sister.

'Nobody had cared this much for me before…'

The way I see it Slayer, as much as it pains me to say it… this isn't the right time to Rip and Tear.

Doomguy would very much prefer to bust their skulls open, but this little girl… she's persistent. "Please! I know you're strong, but we can't do anything in here. Not with that Nevermore flying around!"

'She's right. Never fought flyers before.'

Now that she mentioned it, I've never seen any demons that could properly fly. The Lost Souls just go about their ways at random, and the Cacodemons are oversized balloons that spits. And I've never seen you take on any flying demons before.

'And none of my current weapons can reach its height… give me the rocket launcher.'

Oh… were it so easy, Slayer.

'What?'

I did say I will help you… but there's a price for everything. See, it takes a lot out of me to transport your toys into this world, and I need to recharge myself for the day. Surely you understand.

He clenched his free hand in frustration.

Now, now. I have a few more in me to transport two more toys; one of which is a Great Communicator.

Doomguy widened his eyes. 'Where?'

I believe she could lead you to them.

Looking down, Ruby was panting. "Man… you're so heavy!"

Behind her, Yang was running to them, "Come on, what are we waiting for?!"

"Doomguy… he's not budging!"

Yang clicked her teeth, "Look, big guy. I know you probably want to rip and tear these things all you want, but we don't have time for that! So either you move or so help me—"

"Okay."

The blond stuttered, "W-what?"

"Changed my mind. Let's go." Doomguy then looked to Ruby, "Know where cliff is?"

"Um, yes! Can we please move?"

"Lead the way."

Personally, he would rather go and find the cliffs on his own. But the fact that he's in an unknown world and fate had given him "custody" to protect the eight teenagers stands.

The Doom Slayer, running away? The lads back home would never believe this! Then again, they'd probably attack me on sight, but still!

'Shut up. Merely tactical retreat.'

Hehehe… Whatever you say, Slayer.

As Doomguy, Ruby, and the others ran towards the direction of the Deathstalker, passing by it, Doomguy noticed that the Grimm was about to break the ice. He decided to be nice for once by shooting an Explosive Shot at it.

Behind the, the Baron of Hell roared. The Pinkies charged with incredible speed towards the group, the Baron followed and threw a couple of green fireballs at them. They might have missed, but the impact almost staggered the group.

Well, staggered one. This time, Jaune kept his footing as they entered the forest, but Blake tripped. Fortunately, Doomguy was right behind, pulling the back of her shirt, preventing her fall.

"Thanks!" she shouted, catching up with the others. Doomguy looked behind as he kept moving, 'Pinkies charge fast. Trees might slow them down. Baron could just burn them, but no matter. I must protect them.'

He turned to the teens, his supernatural speed helped him to catch up, but Doomguy kept his distance to cover their six.

The Forces of Hell has entered Remnant. But the legendary Doom Slayer is there to protect its denizens. He shall wreak havoc the Slaves of Doom, and he will Rip and Tear them apart until he feels done.

And he never feels done killing demons.

Holy shit you guys.

Almost 10,000 words, including my author's note, but will probably get to it or more when I edit this… DAMN.

I'm still working on my other fanfics. Don't worry, you'll get them… sooner or later. Depends on what happened in my life—if I'm not inspired enough, then it will be slow. But rest assured that I still have plans for them.

But as for this, until I bought the game, collect all the bits for the codex, find the weapon mods and see how the upgrades for the suit and guns worked, and the collectibles that allows me to view the models for everything for the details, chapter 2 may take a while.

Don't bitch about spoilers; I've already warned you right at the beginning.

I originally planned to cover the entire E8V1 of RWBY, but my gut tells me that this is the right time to finish the chapter. Besides, as much as I enjoy writing long ass chapters, even I get tired.

If you know your Doom, and played the new game, you know in what order Doomguy will get his weapons. I think you can guess which two I'm referring to. Enjoy!

Oh, and the Betrayer is in the game if you read the lore. As what kind of demon he is... what's the one demon that never appeared in the campaign, but only in another mode of the new game?

His voice is inspired by the Merchant from Resident Evil 4. His behavior too, in a way.

Anyway, Read, Review, and Rejoice!