DoomPet

Chapter 4

All and all, the fighting was going well. They were both tearing through Taras Nabad like a freight train, crushing skills and tearing flesh.

It felt... good.

The Slayer did have to keep hesitating when he was about to shoot a gargoyle, double checking to make sure it wasn't Daisy. His meathook sunk deep into the face of a pain elemental and it shrieked, soaring up into the air. It wasn't fast enough to escape the Slayer and he sliced the beast into chunks.

Daisy was over in the corner of the arena near the exit of the building they were in. She was hacking and slicing away at a whiplash, then finished it off with the combat shotgun.

The Slayer had switched shotguns with Daisy after she nearly launched herself right into the jaws of a cacodemon with the meat hook.

He watched as Daisy finished off the last imp, giving it a swift yet gruesome death with the combat shotgun. As she scurried over to the man, he looked upwards at the ceiling. It was insanely tall, vaulting far above his head reminding him of the catholic church he went to when he was just a wee lad. In fact, he looked around at the wooden and stone pews, this probably was a church. Now it's pews were shredded and scattered, brown dried blood stains dotted the floor, and it's intricate stained glass was strewn across the floor. He walked up to the altar, gently touching the smooth black stone. Behind the altar, a crumpled pile of what seemed to be a Pope's garments laid in a pile, some demon had drawn pentagrams and runes on them in blood. He picked them up and held them up to his body, turning to Daisy.

Vega spoke from the speakers of his helmet, "With all fairness sir the marauder probably has a better chance of becoming a Pope than you."

The Slayer snorted and wiped his bloody fingers on the once holy fabric, tossing the robes to the ground. Vega probably had a point. He did hope that the owner of the robes was safe though. Hopefully he had gotten out of Taras Nabad before the demons had completely taken over.

Suddenly the wind in the room shifted. A gentle breeze no longer floated through the remains of the building; it was getting sucked towards the center. Dust and rocks swirled towards the point, old tapestries were nearly ripped off the walls.

The Slayer let out a yell, patting his leg making Daisy scurry behind him. He loaded two shells into his double barreled shotgun and gritted his teeth.

A red portal opened, bathing the remains of the temple in an unholy crimson light. Two long curved horns pierced the inky center of the portal, and out stepped the Marauder.

"Slayer... we meet again." The demon narrowed his glowing red eyes and clenched his fingers around his axe.

The Slayer responded with just a curt nod. In his head he was royally pissed. This single demon kept following him around and it was driving him mad. First at the ARC complex he wasn't able to finish the marauder off before he ran away into a portal and now this.

The demon was basically a living armored tank, he hit like a train and could block nearly everything the Slayer tried throwing at him.

The only evidence of their past fight was an angry red cut on the demon's collar bone and the way he walked. He favored his left leg, limping ever so slightly. The demon reeked of weakness to the Slayer.

Daisy interrupted the Slayer's thoughts and let out a loud chirp, peeking around the beefy man's legs.

The marauder hesitated and reached forwards with a confused look on his face, hidden by his mask, "Reveloxon?" He snarled and gave his axe a threatening shake, "What are you doing? Come home." Even though anger dominated the marauder's voice the Slayer could hear just a hint of fear.