DOOM: Puer Infernalis

AN: HEY-OH! EnriksD8 here back with another fanfic for y'all. This time, it's a crossover between the popular FPS franchise known as DOOM and the Hentai series called Kuroinu. Like many others before me, I got inspired by the Night Unfurls by StaffSergeant (great story, really loving the direction it's going so far), as well as Infernal Dawn by quentin3655. This crossover will use various Doom mods and the original games with a mix of the latest 2016 game, so expect another Author's Note by the end of this prologue chapter which will explain a little bit of this shit.

Doom belongs to ID Software
Doom Mods belong to their respective owners
Kuroinu: Kedakaki Seijo wa Hakudaku ni Somaru belongs to Liquid

Date started: 12-27-2017 A.D.
Date last modified: 11-27-2019 A.D.

[Chapter 0: In Principio/In the Beginning]

-Eostia/Unknown specific location -

The Orc's head fell from its neck in a splash of red gore and yellowy mucus, its killer standing a few paces away.

The man stood tall and was well-built at that, standing at 7 feet and 4 inches tall. The man wore a dark green armored vest (or chest-plate, as they strangely called it as such in this land) over a tight fitting black shirt. He had damaged dark silver gauntlets with dark brown trimmings in each hand, both having black full-covering gloves underneath them entirely reaching up to his elbows. These were covered in dried blood and recent blood. His legwear consisted of brown cargo pants covered in damaged dark green paddings on the top half and damaged dark silver paddings on the lower half of his legs (currently covered in blood), with his dark brown combat boots (also covered in blood) lightly crunching the grass beneath him. His belt consisted of various pouches that were made of some sort of metal. Two small black circular pieces were on either side of his belt, the inner rims oddly glowing blue. His light gray helmet covered his face, with glass covering the area of the eyes being colored an icy shade of blue. It covered every part of his head and left his neck a little bit exposed if it weren't for the dark green vest's collars shielding the sides and the rear from attack while the black shirt covered the rest and still gave him a good range of motion with his neck.

In his right hand was a large and blocky weapon (a machine-gun), a dull tan color with a dark brown hexagonal box inserted beneath it alongside a dull tan box (a multi-shot micro-missile launcher) just to the left side of the weapon. In the other hand was a bloodied blade, with its strange black grip connecting to a sunlight-yellow guard with another dark-colored block connected to it, and its menacing long black blade was growling with various serrated teeth moving quickly along its edges.

Surrounding the man were Orcs and Imps… or rather, their corpses surrounded him and littered the grasslands beneath his boot.

The man had slaughtered them all with brutally quick methods, if their hole-ridden and mutilated bodies said nothing else.

It had been nearly a year since the man had arrived in Eostia and the first thing he had done since his arrival was to kill off this land of their greenskin problem. He showed no mercy to their ranks, often destroying the bodies to the point not much was left to bury afterwards when others had arrived to assess his damage done to their tribes. So much so, that the populace had begun calling him the 'Gore Knight'.
If one were to ask an intellectual, they'd say that he's worse than the greenskins or their allies. Where the greenskins would pillage, rape and burn a village and then return to their camp to celebrate, the large green knight (that's what they thought of him anyway) would burn one camp, destroy any survivors of the greenskins or their allies and quickly move to the next camp intent on adding more victims to his rage and bloodlust.

Still, they were glad his bloodlust and rage were directed at the Orcs and their brethren. Gods know what will happen if he sets his sights on the villages and the kingdoms instead.

The green man quickly looked around, his icy blue visor reflecting the bloodied grasslands and dead bodies before he took off in a seemingly random direction.

He passed the thickets of the forest until he came upon a run-down and nondescript woodsman's house. He had used this house along with two (technically three) others as a base of operations, which explains some of the lights coming through some of the lower area's cracks and openings (which were small, luckily).

Opening the door, heading inside the house and closing it quickly, the large man went over to a nondescript rug and flipped it to the side, revealing the large metal hatch underneath. Opening the hatch to reveal another metal object, this time a sturdy set of ladders, the man quickly slid down to the cellar below where his companions were lounging about.

The first one was a short girl, reaching up to 5 feet and 6 inches, wearing a white blouse shirt with red suspender pants along with grayish brown sneakers and bandages covering her hands (while still leaving the fingers exposed). She had short hair, with a white patch of hair just over her left eye that was slightly ruffled to her liking, with a golden headband/hairband on top. Her chocolate brown eyes complimented her thin frame and light skin tone. She also had a black double bowtie to complete her looks.

This was Jung Hae-Lin, a South Korean woman that participated in Armageddon on Heaven's side.

On her left thigh was a holster for her handgun, an Acacia Woodsmen Incorporated A-22 handgun, already loaded with a five-round .500-Magnum magazine and fitted with a compensator designed to reduce all vertical recoil and force it downwards.

By her right hip was a sheath three feet in length. This sheath holds her signature weapon, the Kharon, a 34-inch blade made from Hell itself fashioned in the style of a Korean Tachi, a nobility sword of sorts.

"Hey, Flynn!" She greeted cheerfully as she childishly waved at him. The large man, now identified as Flynn Taggert, simply nodded back before his eyes fell upon his second companion, who was busy loading fresh cartridges into his R&C Thunderhawk revolver.

The man had a pale purple complexion to his sun-bleached white skin, which was odd and unnatural, and was tall and lean with some muscle on him. Standing at 6 feet and 5 inches, he wore a dull gray poncho with black triangles on the bottom with a thick white line after it. His hands were covered in brown leather gloves that nearly reach his elbows, and he wore dark blue jeans with warm brown shoes. His face was obscured by the shadow of his hat, but his pure white eyes seemed to break the obscurity. His hair was a grayish blue, also kept short as it just barely reached the bottom of his neck. On his left side was an empty leather bag that slightly glowed unnaturally.

By his side was a skull that vaguely resembles a buffalo, but the horns pointed forwards rather than backwards.

This man was Corzo White.

Casually swinging the cylinder back into the gun and cocking the hammer back with his thumb, Corzo simply nodded and hummed in satisfaction before twirling the gun for a few seconds and holstering it (the holster itself sporting a miniaturized skull with to bones beneath it crossing over like an X, and the buttons themselves being fashioned to look like bones as well).

Corzo exhaled his breath, the chilling sound that caused the hairs on the backs of weaker men stand up, as he got out from his seat. To Flynn and Hae-Lin, this was a common occurrence with their silent gunslinger.

"How're things topside?" His voice was silent to the point where Hae-Lin had to strain her ears to hear him properly. Flynn simply grunted and gestured to his bloodied boots.

"Greenskins are getting tougher. And bigger…" He received a playful slap on the lower back.

"Aww, cheer up, Flynn-Flynn! Bigger guys mean bigger guts!" Hae-Lin smiled warmly, an infectious action that brightens up anyone's day, as she skipped over to one of the tables that had her weapons on it. Underneath his helmet, Flynn smiled softly in response as he nodded at the short woman.

Turning his head to Corzo, the marine asked to the drifter. "What did you gather from the settlements?"

The drifter shrugged off his tiredness and replied. "People are talking about you. They sounded scared when I listened. Heard from the barkeep that one of the Princess Knights themselves is looking for you, friend." Reaching into his leather bag, he pulled out one of his bullwhips and gave it an experimental whip, the sound crackling in the air as the indestructible rope struck at one of the walls.

Flynn's eyes narrowed. "Why so? They looking for a bounty?" Corzo shook his head in a negative manner.

"Nah, they were looking for you for their leader. Some high elf named-"

"Celestine Lucullus." Hae-Lin interrupted the two men, her Sabbath heavy SMG clipped to her rear end on a custom-made holster. "The Goddess Reincarnated herself. The most powerful mage in the land only rivaled by Origa Discordia, the Dark Elf Queen." She elaborated as she stretched cutely.

"If Lady Celestine herself wants you Flynn that could only mean something big is coming up." She said as she sat down on a cushion nearby, bouncing lightly.

Looking at one another, Flynn and Corzo raised their eyebrows. A goddess looking for Flynn? That made some form of sense. Orcs and various other lesser demons had plagued this land for as long as Eostia had existed, so having someone kill a massive bunch of them would gain attention of many individuals, a goddess included.

He broke out of his thinking state as he went over to the heavily used bench at the side of the room and sat down. The two circular pieces on the sides of his belt began to glow a dim blue, with Flynn pulling out his various firearms and melee weapons and set them on the bench.

After an hour or so of cleaning, maintaining and repairing his weapons (with Hae-Lin practicing her swordplay and Corzo playing around with his Nimurdal boomerangs, twirling them around), Flynn looked over each of his weapons.

For his melee options, he had a simple hatchet and his chainsaw. Not much to say in this department at all.

His sidearms consisted of an M40 Sub Machine Gun (a sub-machine-gun that has the grip and rear of an SR-2 Veresk and the front of a TDI Kriss Super V, modified with a laser aiming module and a suppressor, chambered in 10.16x27mm in a 50 round box quad-stack magazine), an M45 combat handgun (an olive-drab handgun resembling the H&K Mk. 23 Mod. 0, modified with a laser aiming module and a muzzle brake, with the magazine holding 20 rounds of 11.5x32mm), and the M500 Magnum revolver (which is essentially a more advanced Smith & Wesson .500 Magnum revolver holding a surprising eight shots rather than five thanks to its large size and non-fluted cylinder).

The shotguns consisted of the DS-117 combat shotgun (modified with the underbarrel grenade launcher holding four shots before needing to be reloaded, the three-shot burst module that can now be switched to quickly similar to how the 21st-Century Benelli M3 Super 90 shotgun worked, and a large quad-stack box magazine holding an impressive 30 shells of 8-Gauge 3-inch Magnum), his favored Super Shotgun (modified with a lighter hair trigger and made to fire 8 Gauge Shredder rounds, which are simply pellets that can rip apart flesh quite easily, as well as having four barrels to up the deadliness quite a bit), and the Reaper (a shotgun-like weapon he found in Hell that shot a swarm of homing darts made entirely of hellfire).

His long-guns consisted of the M30 designated marksman rifle (It resembled a mix of the H&K G36 and an AK-12 chambered in 9.35x51mm in a 40-round magazine, and modified with an underbarrel single-shot 40x66mm grenade launcher. It had a scope with three levels of zoom for various ranges), the M4 Heavy Machine Gun (The machine gun he held earlier, which he prefers to call it the Heavy Assault Rifle. It was modified for higher degree of accuracy thanks to the scope and a recoil-absorption mechanism. Its box magazine holds an impressive 150 rounds of 12.7x100mm HEAP, and with a side mounted 6-shot 20x46mm micro-missile launcher), and the Delta-12 anti-tank multi-barreled mini-Vulcan (the Chaingun chambered in 15x115mm High Explosive rounds inside of a massive 600-round drum. It has a secondary mode/form that involves him twisting the firing mechanism, trigger and grip included, to a more conventional holding style along with the chainsaw foregrip being relocated to the left side. This transforms the gun from a hip-fired mini-Vulcan to a more traditionally aimed heavy machine gun).

The launcher weapons consisted of the Ouranus VI MRLS (It resembled a SMAW mixed in with an FIM-92 Stinger. It was modified with the Lock-On Module and Remote Detonator both applied, with drum loaded in the rear holding 6 rockets of 88x150mm High-Explosive smart missiles) and the AGL-40 Sector Sweeper (It looked like a mix of a Milkor MGL, a Hawk MM-1 grenade launcher and an Armsel Protecta shotgun. It was modified to launch 40x66mm corrosive rounds with less ballistic drop and a 12-round drum magazine).

His energy weapons were still the same with the Dark Matter Pulse Rifle (It was the original Plasma Gun he had encountered on Mars' moons of Phobos and Deimos. As it says on the tin, it fires Dark Matter Energy with a brand new chassis to better accommodate the new energy type), the M2 Plasma Rifle (The latest Plasma Gun with the Heat Blast and Stun Bomb mods both applied. It was also modified to fire a stream of plasma that either freezes or melts the target as well as a Lightning Gun mode) and the Hellshot (An Argent-Energy crossbow type weapon modified with a more traditional buttstock. It had a night-vision scope on the top mounted on a rail as well as a higher output battery).

His slug-guns were the Static Rifle (Modified to charge extremely fast with minimal movement, not to lose any energy when standing still, and to fire a fully-charged shot in a rapid five-round burst. The weapon's bullpup loaded magazine consisted of 6 tubes holding five 13x55mm Electromagnetic Slugs each, totaling out to 30 shots per magazine), the Vortex Rifle (A portable railgun that charges up its shot when zoomed in, upgraded to do so quickly. It holds 15 slugs per magazine) and Evangelizer Gauss Cannon (with both the Precision Bolt and the Siege Mode modifications installed).

His big guns were his iconic BFG 9000 and the BFG 10000 (essentially a quad-barreled rotary machine-gun variation of the iconic BFG 9000). As last resort weapons, he had about only 20 BFG cells in his reserve, each cell providing a certain amount of blasts depending on which BFG he inserted it into.

Satisfied with their near-perfect condition the marine began to put away his weapons, the circular pieces, Argent Accumulators in official UAC doctrine/logistics, began to break them down into glowing blue particles that were then absorbed into the accumulators, and leaving two weapons of his choice on the bench.

Taking the Super Shotgun and the Chainsaw, Flynn began to head to the ladder. "Where're ya going?" Hae-Lin asked, making him pause in his tracks and turned his head to her.

"Hunting," and with that, the marine climbed up the ladder and out of the cellar.

Hae-Lin blinked once before jerking her head to Corzo.

"You going to another bar?" A nod came from the gunslinger.

"You're gonna scrounge up more info?" Another nod came, as she sighed in response.

"Alright, let's go. Better than sitting in this dump anyhow."

-Hawkhaven/few minutes later-

Minutes later, Hae-Lin and Corzo were on their way to a nearby town known as Hawkhaven. It was a quaint little farming town with limited defenses but good trade for anyone starting fresh. It took them a minute to get into the bar of the quaint town, although many people were staring at them. Most men were lecherously peering at Jung Hae-Lin while many of the women were gawking at the mysterious stranger that is Corzo White.

The Angel of Death and the High Noon Drifter paid the stares no heed as they entered the bar, seeing the calm atmosphere inside as a welcome rather than the hot day outside.

Many heads turned to look at the newcomers, with many eyes widened when they gazed upon Corzo. Much like Flynn Taggert, Corzo White has sustained a name for himself in this odd land. With his fearsome two bullwhips and his lightning fast speed of drawing his revolver and unloading it upon a hapless many bandits and raiders, he was given the name 'The Drifter' due to the him not staying very long in one place. Hell, there were even rumors that he had gone up to the Badlands A.K.A. Garran once, slaying Orcs and other allies of the greenskins with his odd and shiny chrome repeating crossbow (his revolver, he would mentally correct at times).

Many of the women were gawking at the man and began to gossip with one another. They would giggle when Corzo looked at each and every one of them. They were envious of the young lady accompanying him, as they pouted or even glared at Hae-Lin due to how close she was to the Drifter.

People in Eostia have also heard of Jung Hae-Lin. Despite her child-like stature at times (especially when put next to Corzo and Flynn), her angelic grace and demonic speed in battle made many people fear and respect her. Her swift swordplay and quick reflexes earned her the title of 'The Angel of Death' as according to many witnesses, she moves with the grace of an angel and strikes with the heart of a demon, striking any enemy down and leaving none alive. There were rumors that Celestine Lucullus herself is scouting the Angel to be one of the Princess Knights, an honor many female fighters throughout the land consider the highest for them.

The two of them quickly found their seats and ordered their meals. Corzo, being used to the simple things especially since he travels a lot, ordered two pieces of bread and some sparkling water. Hae-Lin, being a little bit more normal, ordered some smoked fish and some good cider.

Despite having two well-known (by actions) foreigners in their midst, the bar quickly resumed its happy little atmosphere as the bartender announced that none are to disturbed their new guests. Corzo tipped his hat in thanks while Hae-Lin waved her thanks with that beaming smile on her face.

As the two began to eat in silence the doors of the bar opened up once more, followed by the sound of metal boots impacting lightly on the wooden floor.

The people who entered were none other than the Iris Knights themselves. Clad in rather revealing sets of armor over some barely modest silk fabric, these women were considered the peak condition of grace and beauty amongst Feoh and the other kingdoms of the Seven Shield Alliances.

Their leader wore a more extravagant variation of the revealing suit of armor, with bright blue pieces on various parts accentuating her beauty. She stands at 5 feet and 9 inches, with a rather large bust (not as large as say a K Cup, but more on the lines of an F or E) threatening to break the bonds of her armor with her ass almost doing the same. Her dazzling purplish blue eyes and her flowing blonde hair caught the stares of many men. By her left hip was her sword, a rather decorative one Corzo noted as he sipped on his water.

This was Alicia Arcturus, the only daughter of King Arcturus of Feoh and the older cousin of Prim Fiorire.

Her eyes scanned the bar, narrowing at every man she sees who responded by hiding into their seats. When she saw Corzo and Hae-Lin, her eyes widened and she immediately began towards them.

Upon instinct, Corzo's hand silently went to his holstered Thunderhawk only for Hae-Lin to raise her dainty hand slightly, signaling him to stand down as one of the Princess Knights themselves approached them. The Princess Knight clicked her tongue in annoyance when she saw the dirty rags the Drifter would call clothing.

The bar was silent once more, with many of the patrons waiting with baited breath.

"When I expected to see the Drifter," Alicia began, her voice belonging to that of a 19-year-old teen, "I expected a dashing man. Tch! And here you are wearing those dirty rags." Underneath his hat, the Drifter rolled his glowing eyes in response before tipping his hat further down and leaning against the wooden chair.

"Sorry to disappoint then, ma'am." He replied with that odd whispering and drawling accent of his. "But if y'don't mind, the little miss and I are eating so why don't cha'll leave us be?" His tone had a hidden edge in his words, making the atmosphere quite tense. Already, Thunderhawk was leaving its holster and aimed at the Princess Knight from under the table. His other hand was rhythmically tapping on the top of the table, the sound being much like the galloping of horses.

Alicia narrowed her eyes. Who was this man to defy her? She'll show him. Calmly but firmly, she put her open hands on the table with one being dangerously near the tapping hands.

"I am under strict orders from Lady Celestine herself that I am to bring you and the Angel of Death to her castle in Ken." Her authority was clear in her voice; she will not be so easily swayed otherwise.

To her surprise and her own Iris Knights', Hae-Lin had placed one of her hands on the Princess Knight and gently but firmly removed them from the table. She was wiping her mouth with a plain white napkin with the etiquette of a refined lady. Once she was done, she tuckered in the napkin into one of her pants' pockets. Her chocolate eyes stared into Alicia's crystal blue ones, with more authority than the latter.

"I would be honored to be escorted to the Lady Celestine's palace, but you would have to wait as my friend here," she gestured lightly to Corzo, who was slowly eating the last few bits his bread and washing them down with the last of his water, "has some business involving the Badlands themselves."

Corzo's eyebrow rose in confusion and annoyance from behind the cover of his hat. That was Flynn's job! Why was he being thrown into the spotlight? When he saw that look in her eyes, he couldn't help but groan softly.

That one hand Hae-Lin removed came back as Alicia spoke firmly. "Then maybe we can help out one another. As it so turns out, Lady Celestine has business in the Badlands as well. If we worked together, we can be done by the end of the week."

She had a smug smirk on her face; after all, not many can resist her charms and words. This man was no different.

Corzo simply chuckled, a chilling sound much like those of phantoms that caused all hairs on the back of their necks to stand upright. The imposing man stood from his seat and adjusted his hat. What Alicia saw wasn't normal by any means.

His face was forever shrouded in shadow, with his glowing eyes peering straight into her soul. Oh, and because he was taller intimidated the Princess Knight and her escorts.

"This! This is no mere man! He's a demon!" Alicia's mind was going into overdrive. Then the Drifter spoke, his whispery tone drawled out at times.

"Miss… I must implore you to wear something that can cover your skins, no use… catching a cold from that pathetic excuse of armor." Alicia gritted her teeth, her hand hovering dangerously close to the handle of her sword.

Just as a bit of the blade was revealed from its sheath, Alicia felt the cold metal on her forehead. Her eyes, as those of her knights, widened when Corzo had rapidly drawn his revolver. His glowing white eyes were unwavering, his finger on the trigger.

By now, many of the patrons were leaving in a hurry, not wanting to be in the sights of the Drifter when he drew his contraption at the Princess Knight.

"But consid'rin' that I am outnumbered…" Hae-Lin's eyebrow rose at that, "I'll entertain y'all for now and head to Miss Celestine's abode for the time being." With that, Corzo had holstered his Thunderhawk as fast as he had drawn it out.

He had been surprisingly calm. Not that it was out of character for Corzo, but Hae-Lin always thought of him as someone that didn't take orders from nobility. To see him comply to someone with a high social authority was a surprise indeed for the South-Korean woman.

Still, it was better than having the Seven Shield Alliance (or at least one of them) after the two of them (technically three, if they know of Flynn's affiliations with them). Mentally giggling for a bit, she stood up from her seat as well.

"I would like to apologize on my friend's actions here. He's… different when it comes to people forcing their authority on him." She calmly spoke as if what had just transpired was not of any form of peril at all. Hae-Lin bowed to Alicia briefly before continuing. Corzo simply rolled his eyes, or at least made the motion of doing so as his pupils are hard to discern from the rest of his glowing eyes.

"Normally this is where we simply ignore such people or… kill them for annoying us," she smirked lightly as many of the knights started drawing their weapons. Nine times out of nine times, she'll stand triumphant over them if one even dares to swing an inch at her.

"But!" She stressed it out, "We heard that Lady Celestine was having problems with the Demon Armies of the North. And since one of the Princess Knights has decided to grace us with her presence alone," she noted the knights lowering their weapons while Alicia felt some pride going to her face, "we could help with a goddess' own problems, don't you agree Corzo?"

"S'long as we get paid by the en' of the job, I'm set." He drawled as Alicia clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Typical mercenary, always wanting the pay." She thought as the tension went away for the time being.

Well, it was better than nothing, she supposed. Corzo stepped past her and opened the door, looking back at them with a questioning look in his eyes. Hae-Lin replied to the silent message and walked out the door, softly smiling as she did.

Alicia sighed and massaged her temples before, after a moment's hesitation, went out the bar, slightly faltering under Corzo's gaze. She just hopes nothing out of the ordinary happens en route to Ken.

-Garran Badlands/at that time-

Multiple thundering sounds like lightning roared out, followed by the collapsing of greenskinned bodies and various thin pieces of yellowish metal littering the ground.

Flynn quickly chased after the Orcs and Imps fleeing, shooting the latters in the head with his M4 Devastator HMG as he did and brutally ripping apart the formers with his Chainsaw. The Fuel Counter read at 86%, so the Marine had plenty of victims to go through before it goes empty on him again.

Switching out his Heavy Assault Rifle for his Vortex Rifle (the former flashed in a bursts of blue pixels and disappeared into his Argent Accumulators), he began to snipe at the rest of the war band, making sure to position and angle himself so that he kills two or more Orcs with each blast of concentrated Plasma-Argent energy-infused slugs, resulting in gory explosions with each blast.

As the last of them fell, the Marine ejected the emptied EM Slug Magazine and inserted a brand new one. As the rifle hummed to life with the new magazine in place, he began to move quickly through the deserted wasteland that is the Badlands.

He'd been here every now and then to quell the war bands and their demonic brethren. Not once had he suffered from the life-draining atmosphere this place had over other regular beings of life.

Taking in his surroundings, the Marine noticed the forest where a nearby war camp was rumored to be located.

Where there was a war camp there were Orcs. And where there were Orcs there were prisoners. And where there were prisoners there were killed men and violated women.

Clenching his grip on his Vortex Rifle, the Marine began to head into the forest. Passing through bushes and demented trees, the Marine swapped out his Vortex Rifle for his Hellshot. The hellish crossbow, adorned with a large ammunition box inserted underneath holding 20 bolts 12.5 inches in length. Compared to a traditional crossbow or a tactical crossbow, where the two limbs were long and far outstretched from the body, the Hellshot's four limbs were closer to the body with glowing red wires on their ends connecting to the battery inserted into the buttstock much like a bullpup firearm. Its scope, when peered into, revealed the heat signatures of everything with high sense of clarity.

After passing through a good amount of forest, the Marine had stumbled upon the war camp. It was moderately sized, but poorly guarded. Honestly, it was like all they ever care about was to kill men and fuck women. Oh wait, that is what the monsters all care about.

Lowering himself to a crouch and looking through the Hellshot's scope, the Marine saw only one Orc and three Imps guarding the entrance.

Taking aim, he wasted no time and squeezed the trigger, the hellish crossbow making a thumping sound skin to letting a jackhammer strike concrete once as the Argent-infused bolt traveled with grace and speed as it impaled two of the Imps at once, the four limbs slightly extending and the wires glowing a bright red (luckily the brightness was masked by the equally red leaves and mushrooms around him). Quickly adjusting his aim, he shot twice more, the bolts closing their distances on their targets in less than a second and cleanly impaling the last Imp and exploding the Orc's head in a showery pop of gore.

As the bodies fell, the Marine quickly made his way to the entrance, swapping out the Hellshot for his M30 DMR. Doing an ammo count and seeing the 9.35x51mm round properly seated in the chamber, he sets foot inside the war camp.

On the outside, the war camp was surprisingly Spartan in decoration. But on the inside of the camp were hundreds of human skulls littering in piles all across the camp, set on fire for their tribal reasons.

There around thirty Orcs in the camp, with thrice that amount for the Imps. The war chief of the camp sneered at the newcomer, showing off his ugly yellow teeth and tusks.

"Human intruder! Leave or be crushed by war camp might!" Heh, they even speak like complete idiots. The Marine's only response was a quickly squeeze of the trigger and the rifle's bullet slamming into the war chief's thick skull, creating a deep furrow in his horse skull helmet.

The war chief roared in pain and ordered his fellow Orcs to attack, with the Imps beginning to swoop down on the Marine.

He quickly moved, dodging the assortment of clubs, maces, and rusty swords and retaliating by firing three-round bursts into their skulls as punishment for their poor aim in melee combat.

After thirteen Orcs fell, he reloaded his gun and swapped it out for the Ouranus VI MRLS. Aiming at the Imps, he lets lose a rapid volley of three rockets, each one taking out sizable chunks of the group. Ducking under an Orc's swing of his wooden club, the Marine pulled out his hatchet and struck the back of the right knee, causing dark red blood to spill over the already bloodied land below them and the Orc to fall from lack of balance.

Executing it quickly with a strong one-handed chop from his hatchet, the Marine quickly fired three more rockets before reloading, the rockets reducing the remaining Imps down to a manageable nineteen.

Swapping it out for the DMR once more, the Marine fired full-auto at the flying Imps, taking one or two down within every five rounds. Twelve down, seven to go.

Reloading, he rolled out of another Orc's attack and pulled out his Super Shotgun. Closing the distance between them, he fired one half-blast into the ugly thing's groin, destroying whatever was there, and the second half-blast into its head, causing it to explode in a satisfyingly gory way.

Breaking open his iconic multi-barreled shotgun and loading four more shells, the Marine quickly dispatched the remaining Orcs, the thundering booms of the weapon echoing throughout the war camp and forest.

Aiming at the remaining Imps, who took the opportunity to scratch at his armor while he was killing Orcs, he fired four shots, reloaded, and repeated the process until all Imps were dead on the ground.

In the aftermath were twenty-nine dead Orcs and ninety dead Imps, with the Marine standing at the center of it all, a bloodied Super Shotgun in one hand and a bloodied hatchet in the other.

The war chief backed away before pulling out his weapon. It was a long and thick wooden spear decorated with colorful feathers and the spearhead being serrated. Holding it in one hand and a sturdy wooden shield in the other, the war chief charged with a wordless roar at the Marine.

Simply standing still in his place, the Marine simply placed away his Super Shotgun and readied his hatchet.

Once the war chief got close, the ugly thing swung his large spear only for the Marine to skillfully dodge the weapon and drive his hatchet into the war chief's hand severing it nearly with a few muscles keeping it barely attached to the wrist.

The war chief roared in pain and swatted the Marine aside with his shield. The Marine impacted against one of the wooden totems and grunted. Falling to his knees and palms, the Marine tucked away the hatchet into subspace and simply readied his fists.

The war chief roared again and charged this time shield first. The Marine took note that the shield obscured most of the war chief's vision from the nose down and took advantage of that. Quickly ducking out of sight and rolling to the left, the Marine felt the wind displace as the larger greenskin pass him rather quickly and crash into the wooden totem.

Capitalizing on the moment, the Marine rushed to the war chief's exposed back. Rearing one fist back, he punched at the center of the exposed back, piercing through the thick skin and grabbing the spine. Using his other hand, the Marine punched through the upper back and grabbed that part of the spine there.

And, with surprising amount of strength for any human being to possess, the Marine had completely lifted the war chief and began to pull in opposite directions, Seconds later, the body was brutally ripped in two, showering the Marine in blood and guts and gore and all that good stuff as he casually threw away the two halves of the war chief to the side.

The job was done, now to get his pay from his employer.

She opened her dark emerald eyes to an entire sea of fire surrounding a black and barren land. Frantically looking around, the woman could only see rocky valleys and mountains, all void of any signs of life.

Celestine Lucullus, the Goddess Reincarnated, shook in her place. One moment she was sleeping soundly in her keep in Ken, the next she was somehow transported here to this barren landscape.

"Where am I?! What is this place?!" She screamed in her mind as she continued scanning the barren landscape. She had to get back home! She was needed back with her people, her friends and the Alliances!

When she started to move from her spot, she heard something far off into the distance. Her High Elf ears picked them up, but she had to strain them (which was a rarity for her nowadays), and she thought the sound to be that of thunder. That is until she realized something.

The blood red sky of this strange land had the normal amount of clouds one would see on a normal sunny day. No thunderclouds were in the sky at all. And the noise that she heard sounded like it was closer to the ground rather than the sky.

The logical part of her mind's telling her to get away from the sound, while the curious side of it was telling her to find out what it was.

Against the more logical side of her, Celestine began to make her way slowly to the sound's location. As the seconds passed, she picked up the pace as she began to walk up the slight slope of the hill blocking the source of the sound.

That's when she heard multiple noises sounding like the one she heard before going off in rapid succession.

"A mage! Maybe they could help me!" Celestine thought as she quickly made it over the hill.

What she saw would forever stay with her until the end of her days.

There were hundreds of horrifying monsters all converging in onto one spot.

A majority of them consisted of lean creatures nearly six feet tall, some of them black with multiple spikes jutting from their shoulders and back while others were of a dull gray coloring with no spikes while the rest of these lean creatures were colored in a light shade of brown with some parts of them being blue.

There were others as well just as numerous as the lean creatures (perhaps more, but she couldn't count the numbers), being human in terms of appearance and clothing, but their weaponry was quite bizarre to the Goddess Reincarnated. Some of them were carrying oddly shaped silver wands while others carried large black rams with multiple brass pieces attached to it. They wore uniforms of black, gray, and red depending on their weapon in their hands. These strange warriors seemed to be on the frontlines of this large battle.

The larger monsters caught Celestine's attention. Dull pink bull-like monsters were charging, accompanied by blood-red variations of them with silver rear legs and black versions that left phantom trails in their wake.

Then there were the large bipeds. Hulking gray eyeless beasts easily taller than an Orc (which reached up to nine feet at most) with four claws on each hand and three claws on each foot leapt and created shockwaves in their path, caring not for their human allies that were either trampled or blown to the side.

There were also the large, pinkish red muscular Minotaurs with dark gray horns, shaggy brown legs and black hooves that accompanied them. While their numbers were smaller in comparison to the aforementioned, their presence was unquestioned. In each of their pinkish red hands were green orbs of fire as they threw them in a slow manner at the unseen (in Celestine's eyes) foe.

While lesser in number, there were bright orange versions of the pinkish red Minotaurs. These ones had pitch black legs covered entirely in large pieces of carapace instead of fur and had equally black spikes jutting from their shoulders, elbows, and spine. Their heads sported pitch black horns to finish off their terrifying visage.

Then there were the deathly thin undead warriors easily taller than the tallest Elves. Covered in bright white chest plates with strange contraptions that spewed fire from their bottoms, these skeletons flew and fired fast moving projectiles from their shoulder mounted rods.

Black versions of these warriors were also visible, with only one large rod on their shoulder that fired methodically. Celestine was surprised that the projectiles were stars! (In her eyes, at least)

"What army of demons is this?! How is this possible?!" She panicked internally as she continued to note the different varieties of monsters. Not even Origa Discordia, her counterpart, nemesis and old friend, could muster an army this massive, and that was saying something!

More of these monsters showed themselves. One species consisted of disgustingly fat (even more so than Orcs) light brown monsters covered in some stony armor that barely covered them and left their nauseating guts exposed. Their hands sported no claws, but rather odd cylindrical devices that spewed out long and intense flames from the large holes or fired out massive fireballs.

Green variations of these things were also present, spewing acid instead of fire at the unseen threat.

There were also these flying, balls that either shot purple balls of light from their maws or coughed out flaming skulls.

The ones spewing out the purple balls of light were red with tiny little arms while the ones coughing out the flaming skulls were dull brown with black horns.

Celestine heard them all growling, roaring, moaning, and made all other sounds that were unnaturally disturbing to hear. She tried to block them out, but her Elven attributes betrayed her.

She heard odd whirring sounds followed by stomping and she saw disgusting heads mounted on four legged light-gray metal constructs that transported them across the landscape. From underneath their bodies came fast moving bright blue projectiles that haphazardly exploded against anything they made contact with, sending out a mix of lightning and blue slime everywhere within small vicinities that melted the ground slightly.

More evolved versions of them also were there. Their black armor contrasted the others' light-gray armor, but they all were the same. Much like the first ones, they fired projectiles from their undercarriages; these ones were of a pinkish violet instead of bright blue.

Then there were the third version of these multi-legged beings. These ones were of pitch black fleshy masses mounted on a four-legged metal construct that spewed flames much like the skeletons in bright white chest plates that allowed them to fly. They either fired fast moving yellow spears of light or red orbs of magic at rapid paces.

Celestine covered her mouth in horror. These creatures were getting more bizarre by the minute as more entered her vision.

To her rear, she heard an odd cackling sound. Against her fear, her curiosity made her turn around to see tall light brown figures, lean and with some muscle on them, conjuring pillars of fire where more monsters were coming out of.

Then there were red versions of these tall figures with thin short tails ending in arrowhead shapes that quickly zipped across the battlefield and leaving trails of red light in their wake, eliciting ghoulish screams as they passed her.

Then there are dull orange figures featuring thicker and longer tails alongside pitch black spikes and horns that zigzagged across the demonic army, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

The heat of the flames made Celestine back off and turn to see some of the even larger monsters this army had to offer.

Centaurs with the upper bodies of satyrs were the first to be noted. These creatures, much like the muscular Minotaurs, threw green fireballs at whatever they were facing.

And then there are the larger versions of the four-legged beasts. These ones fired yellow spears that exploded against the land from strange rotating contraptions beneath them.

Hearing a rumbling sound, the High Elf saw large flesh creatures connected to odd contraptions that propelled them across the land with weird growths on their shoulders that fired slow moving white spears with red tips.

Hearing loud roars, she turned to see the sources to be even bigger Minotaurs in very limited numbers much like the large multi-legged heads! Light brown in their armored skin, these creatures red guts were also exposed but didn't disgustingly did so like the ones that spewed fire or acid from their hands. Their lower goat-leg halves were made out of metal, creating deep footprints in the ground with each thundering step. Their right arms ended in distinct human-like hands with a black talon-like protrusion extending from the wrist that, with each swipe, launched large crescents of fire. Their left arms, or rather their lower halves, sported large cannons that launched three white spears in succession. Out of all of them, these creatures made Celestine scared the most.

Suddenly, a bright flash filled her vision, causing her to shield her eyes with her arms and close them tight. The painfully bright light was gone in less than two seconds, and Celestine found herself in a new area.

One where all the monsters she was just observing in terror were all converging on.

Her instincts told her to run, but her body couldn't move! She was petrified in fear! Here she was, seeing a vast sea of monsters in an equally monstrous landscape all coming in on her.

She closed her eyes and began to pray, hoping that this was all a horrid nightmare she'd never have to experience ever again.

Loud thundering sounds erupted once more, this time they were close to here. Daring to open one eye, Celestine saw a lone man nearby just a few feet away.

He wore an oddly-shaped helmet with a blue piece of glass concealing away his eyes from her. His chest plate was a damaged dark green, much darker than some of the dark green leaves of the forests of Eostia, covered in dried blood and decorated with a wide assortment of scars, burns, and other forms of damage one would sustain in a battle. It exposed his abdomen, to which she blushed at how chiseled they were. Hell, everything about this man was like it was chiseled to absolute perfection.

Underneath his chest plate and outlining his muscular body was a dark charcoal gray shirt that had short sleeves covering a bit of his upper arms. His forearms were covered in shiny but bloodied silver gauntlets, also damaged like his chest plate.

His lowers consisted of brown pants covered in pads of armor (dark green for the upper portion and silver for the lower portion) and had boots for footwear. Not only that, but he was taller than any Elf she had met over the past millennia of her life. This man towered over her and the lean creatures and their human allies.

She also noticed that the demons were ignoring her and going straight for the man.

"They're… going after him? But why would they need this many of their ranks? Surely one man couldn't be that deadly?" Celestine thought as she took in the tall and muscular individual's features, blushing as she did.

In his hands were odd weapons, Celestine noted. One of them was large, dark gray at the top and rear portions area and lighter gray at the bottom portion, but glowed green at the central top of it and on the front. She heard the loud humming coming from the weapon as green lightning sparked out of the large contraption.

The other weapon was a light brown and blocky weapon with the center piece being black. Its front flashed multiple instances of fire, followed by the same yellow streaks that the some of the disgusting heads mounted on their metal constructs fired from their undercarriages.

The yellow streaks/spears tore through the demon ranks, and Celestine once again covered her mouth in horror or terror as each one had a massive chunk of their body destroyed from when a yellow spear impacted against them, going through their body and destroying a massive part of it and finally slamming into more demons that were unfortunately behind the first wave of demons.

The thundering sounds of the weapon and the squeals of the dying monsters filled a sense of dread deep within Celestine's core. Stepping back, she watched with widened eyes as the tall, muscular and mysterious figure take down a majority of the more numerous monsters quickly from his oddly shaped staff.

The man suddenly moved with a speed that rivaled lightning and activated his other weapon. Celestine gaped in awe as a large green ball of energy formed in less than a second and flew. Multiple bolts of lightning shot out from the orb, disintegrating many of the more numerous monsters before impacting against one of the pinkish red Minotaurs. The resulting explosion created a shockwave that knocked the beautiful High Elf down on her shapely ass and vaporized any of the monsters within a fairly sized vicinity of the impact, leaving gory chunks of the larger monsters and splattering red, green, and blue colors of blood all over the battlefield.

Jumping up, the man turned to another area of the demon horde and activated his large weapon once more, getting the same gory result as the last one.

This battle- no, massacre, Celestine corrected herself- lasted for quite a while before only the larger and tougher demons were left.

"Wh-wh-what is it with this man?! No mere mortal could move that quick and decimate a massive group of demons in such a short period of time!" Celestine said to herself as she watched the armored figure taking on the skeletons and the larger monsters.

Suddenly, guttural growl sounded from behind her. Once again, against her rational side, she turned to see a surviving monster leap at her directly!

She woke up with a scream. Frantically looking around, Celestine found herself back in her private quarters in Ken.

Clutching her chest to calm her rapidly beating heart, the Goddess Reincarnated hyperventilated for about a few seconds to possibly two minutes before calming down.

The things she saw in her vision came back in a flash. The various monsters of different forms and powers all serving as part of a massive demon army that makes the ones Origa made a deal with look pathetic in comparison.

And then there was that large man. The aura (or ki as her friend, and one of the Princess Knights, Kaguya would call it) he exuded was so outright murderous that it could leave a stinking impression on her fair city for generations to come and could suffocate many strong-willed individuals and outright kill the weaker ones if possible.

'What does it all mean?' Clutching her head tightly and wracking it for answers, she was interrupted when her majestic and finely carved dark wooden doors were opened rapidly as three individuals rushed into the room.

The one in the middle stood out from the two others who were nondescript at most. She was a fairly beautiful human female with healthy light skin tone. Her bust and ass were eye-catching, sure, but so was her blade in figurative and literal senses. Her armor was finely crafted, with azure plates accentuating her frame well alongside the very light purple metal. Much like Celestine's robes, her armor left her succulent flesh exposed at many parts like her bust and ass. Her blonde hair was tied into a ponytail with some bangs framing her beautiful face.

She was tall, reaching to Celestine's height with the help of her heels, at five feet and ten inches without the heels of her armored boots. Her steel blue eyes could pierce the toughest of steel if she had the ability to do so, and it aided to her authority amongst the Seven Shield Alliances.

This was Claudia Levantine, daughter-in-law to decorated war veteran Grave Levantine and wife to scholar Klaus Levantine.

And she was Celestine's close friend during the recent years of this long-going war.

"Lady Celestine!" Her strict, disciplinarian tone showed signs of concern as she barged in when she and her knights heard the scream. Taking two of her best Templars, she quickly raced up the tower's long-winding steps to ensure that the Goddess Reincarnated was safe from harm.

"Are you alright?! We heard screaming from down below and came as soon as we heard!" Claudia rushed to Celestine's side and her face showed obvious signs of alertness and concern.

By the time Claudia's words registered in Celestine's mind, she began to calm down. Waving off her friend's concern, she replied with a somber smile.

"It's fine Claudia. I just had a nightmare, that's all." Though unconvinced, Claudia glanced at the two other knights and dismissed them. With a salute (which was done by the right fist firmly placed on the left breast and bowing slightly), the two knights left and closed the intricate pair of doors, giving Celestine and Claudia some privacy.

"Celestine," the leader of the Dawn Templars began with a tone of a concerned and caring mother speaking to her hurting child, "please. Tell me what's wrong?" Placing a firm hand on Celestine's shoulder, Claudia requested.

Seeing no way out other than telling her friend, Celestine sighed and placed one of her hands on Claudia's own.

"Do you believe in life on other worlds, Claudia?" the question took Claudia for a spin as she involuntarily flinched slightly before she steeled herself once more.

"If I may, what brought that up, Lady Celestine?" she asked, her tone losing the hardened edge and was replaced with a much softer tone. The question her leader and close friend was something her loving husband could answer better, not her, a knight and a fighter.

Celestine replied, her voice in a tone of a frightened child.

"What I saw in my nightmare horrified me. The demons I saw were more terrifying than the Orcs and their allies of the north. So many of them, it was like a sea of horrid and wretched beasts ready to conquer many worlds." Claudia's eyebrows shot to her hairline at that answer.

An army of demons more terrifying than the ones encountered at the northern parts of Eostia? Such a thing was silly to imagine and yet so terrifying to realize the possibility of it coming true.

"But why did you ask me of a question involving life on other worlds, Lady Celestine?" Celestine inwardly sighed at Claudia's habit to call her Lady even in times of privacy.

"Because the nightmare I had just now… had a barren landscape, an entire sea of fire and the skies were blood red." Nearly jumping back in surprise, Claudia also could see why she asked that question in the first place.

Seas of fire, barren and desolate landscapes, and blood-red skies… Those sounded like the homeworld of all demonkind if Claudia would think of it as such.

"I… I see. Lady Celestine, I can only be honest with you and say that I know not of such a concept. My husband may know, Your Grace, as he has been studying various new topics these days."

Celestine smiled at her friend's honesty. That was one of the reasons why she trusted her Princess Knights, each of them personally handpicked by her and they had proven themselves worthy of their title time and time again.

Then she remembered that one creature that lunged at her. She shivered visibly, terrified at the creature's visage as it quickly came at her with the intent to kill.

"T-Thank you for your honesty, Claudia. You are dismissed." With a salute, Claudia Levantine slowly left the room and quietly closed the doors, leaving Celestine alone for the time being.

Sighing in relief, the Goddess Reincarnated looked to the starry sky from her open balcony. Seeing the twinkling stars and the shining moon gave her hope that all she saw was a nightmare.

However, she frowned when the large man in green armor flashed across her mind. Her instincts told her to stay away from the man, yet her heart's telling her to be as close to the man as possible. As if he was a shield that would never break no matter the danger around him.

With that, Celestine Lucullus retired for the night with a heavy thought in her mind.

AAAAAAND Chapter! That's a wrap guys, I'm just gonna end it here since I feel that this would be an appropriate length. Barring the starting and this AN, this chapter/prologue's about 18 pages long.

To clear things up, the Doomguy I'm using will be a mix of his various incarnations:
He'll have the silence, relentlessness, and the godly durability of his DOOM 2016 Counterpart, the Doom Slayer.
He'll have his Marvel Comics counterpart's psychotic tendencies when using any form of melee combat.
He'll have the original novel Doom Marine's sense of honor.

Yes, I named him Flynn Taggert instead of William Joseph BJ Blaskowicz III since I prefer that name Blaskowicz since my personal headcanon is that Doomguy is from a completely different bloodline entirely.

In terms of his appearance, I try to mix it up a bit. Instead of the 2016 Doom Slayer's Praetorian Suit, his outfit is a mix of the original Doom Marine attire from Doom and Doom 2: Hell on Earth, with the gauntlets from GMOTA (a really good melee-oriented Doom Mod made by Combine_Kegan) and the chest armor being the one used by the protagonist of Doom 3 but in dark green rather than light green.

His weaponry and abilities are a mix of Project Brutality 3.0 (made by pa1nki113r and his friends) and Death ForeTold (a Doom 4-inspired mod made by DBThanatos and his team).

As for Corzo White, his attitude and personality are planned to be similar to Clint Eastwood's characters from the Dollars Trilogy ('A Fistful of Dollars', 'For a Few Dollars More', and 'The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly') and the Dirty Harry Films meaning the main means of talking for him often involves squeezing the trigger and shooting someone in the face.

His skills in combat are similar to The Man with No Name and Inspector Harry Callaghan, and I'll mix in Revolver Ocelot's ability to ricochet his bullets to where he wants to them to go. Much like Indiana Jones, Corzo's bullwhip skills allow him to quickly travel from multiple points in addition to being able to rapidly strike down his foes.

(Corzo White and High Noon Drifter belong to TerminusEst13)

For Jung Hae-Lin, her personality will be the most child-like of the group, but she will still have that air of maturity. Her innocence and her infectious smile would brighten up anyone's day. Her sword skills are going to be like Lo Wang (from the Shadow Warrior series) where her bizarre movements with her Korean Tachi, the Kharon, will leave her opponents mesmerize. They won't even know they're dead until one half falls in one direction, and the other falls the other way.

Her gunplay is somewhat lacking compared to Flynn's and Corzo's skillset when it comes to firearms. Due to her small size, she often exerts her muscles and the powers of the Angel of Death to absorb the recoil of her guns. This makes her rely on close quarters most of the time and use Gun-Kata (from the Christian Bale film 'Equilibrium', which reminds me to watch any scenes involving Gun-Kata so I don't fuck it up).

(Jung Hae-Lin and Demonsteele also belong to TerminusEst13)

But anyways, reviews are highly appreciated (because I'm a trash normie) and flames will be used for my fireplace and/or barbecue.

So in the words of some guy on the phone, see you on the flipside.

Edit 11-27-2019: Changed Olga to Origa.