There is no peace within the heart of hatred.
Yet here I was, standing knee-deep in the dead, a maelstrom of devils and demons swirling around me, each one eager to extinguish the very heart of hatred that fueled me: the first of three Daeg Hell Priests, the vile architects of Hell's invasion of Earth.
The massive doors to the Hell Priest's chamber crashed inward, shattering under the weight of my rage. The Voice in my head spoke with a thunderous command... rip... tear... smash... crush... The intense heat blasted around me, a suffocating pressure of evil that should have seared my skin, yet my Praetor armor held firm, resisting what should have cooked me alive. But the fire inside me burned colder, a matter-of-fact vengeance that ensured this Priest and every abomination in my path would perish.
Rip...
My eyes hunted, seeking the source of the Voice, a relentless force driving me forward. The Voice of The Father surged through my thoughts, pushing me to the spired cauldron at the center of the room. It belched blue Hell Essence, casting a sickly hue across the crimson glow of Hell's furnaces. The very air felt thick with malice, each breath a struggle against the palpable weight of evil.
I felt the presence of the demon to my left, turning to face him. The Hell Priest stood before a furnace, his crescent sceptre clutched in a bony hand. His armored gown, once grand, now hung from a sickly, corrupted frame. The ravages of Hell Essence had reduced him to a twisted, wretched creature, a mockery of his former Argenta self. He was no longer a man, but a thing—a vile, crowned abomination whose eyes exuded contempt as he met my gaze.
Tear...
Hell has not been good to this piece of sh...
He was a shell of his former self, once an Argenta—a tall, lithe humanoid created in The Father's image, like humans. But Hell had perverted him into this grotesque figure, hunched and twisted, as if caught in the very agony he had inflicted upon others. His sallow red eyes followed me as I closed in, filled with arrogance, until my armored hand seized his throat with unrelenting force.
Smash...
His defiance melted into surprise as ephemeral flames boiled off my armor, purifying my intent. The Priest's withered lips parted in a choking gasp, his crown twisting atop his head as he struggled in my grip. My hand, steady and merciless, crushed his windpipe, his weak resistance futile against my resolve.
Crush...
The Priest gasped, his voice a broken, demonic tone that dripped with hatred and contempt. "How can..." His words faltered, strained by the realization that a mere mortal had touched him without perishing. His arrogance, his belief in his own immortality, was his undoing.
"How can..." His words faltered, strained by the realization that a mere mortal had touched him without perishing. His arrogance, his belief in his own immortality, was his undoing. "How can..." His words faltered, strained by the realization that a mere mortal had touched him without perishing. His arrogance, his belief in his own immortality, was his undoing.
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Hell On Earth: The Doom Slayers
FanfictionAt one time the Doom Guy found himself an exiled Space Marine, banished to Mars outpost for assaulting incompetence in the form of a superior officer. Sent away from his wife and young son only to find himself locked on a remote moon with terrifying...