Call it the next generation of Doom and Berserk, The Slayer's son and the Black Swordsman's son meeting up through a tear in the time rift, while it may be another eyerolling experience for the fathers, it is also a nice treat that they finally meet...
Hunter sits beside Elise as the rest are sitting down in the night of this Sullust-like bland world, Casca is leaning on Guts and sleeping as John Kane uses demon flesh to start a fire.
Guts: how far along are we?
Dead Guts: we're still thousands of miles away, it would take days to get there, but, if we hijacked ourselves a demon hover vehicle we could get there in less than a few hours.
Skull Knight: I've spotted several demons travelling on a path not far from here, they are loaded with hover vehicles for the taking, of course I don't need one, but I'm afraid not even I can defeat the Anti Slayer.
John Kane: Anti Slayer?
Skull Knight: ah. I'm afraid you don't become the hero of this world, you become the villain.
Dead Guts: we know more of this universe than you because we are Multiversal Gods, and this universe itself is an anomaly. John Kane is not supposed to be the villain, he's supposed to be the support, and someone else is meant to slay the darklord, a more powerful man of the realms. But instead that powerful man of realms turned to Hell.
Hunter notices the fire being dim and casually puts his hand out to make it brighter with a little hint of power.
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Hunter: is that seriously what you consider bright enough? Here ya go.
John Kane: son. Where did you find the ability to do that?
Hunter: the red sphere of rage, I saved you one, Moon.
John Kane: you do realize the affects of that are not of Human comprehension
Hunter: I know, but it was do or die basically. Trust me. I'd rather live forever than die on a random day.
Skull Knight: we shall rest for now, but the demon horde is getting closer.
The next day, Skull Knight speaks.
Skull Knight: wake up, get ready for a fight. They are here.
In the distance, Imps, Soldier zombies, Arachnotrons, Tyrants, Cyberdemons, Cacodemons, gargoyles, mecha zombies, Mancubi, Revenants, Titans, and the secondary leaders are marching away from Immora is disorganized fashion but still covering more than 1,000,000 yards wide. Guts and John watch as the horde gets closer with each step.
Guts: do you have any rage spheres left?
John: I have one more, but you should know, this isn't gonna go the way you think, you'll feel pain before power.
Guts nods as he crushes the sphere, feeling the agony of Hell. The painful power zips around his body. Guts stares at the demons with pure rage as he ascends, his torn cape being blown by the wind.
