DoomPet

Chapter 95

The door shut behind him, the Slayer was too shocked to hear the fight behind him. The hallway opened up into a beautiful, circular room covered in the overly colorful, neon Maykr tech. In the center a cylinder of light surrounded by three glowing bands held the beast back. This wasn't Maykr technology, this was a whole ass Angel trapped below the surface of the ocean. It hovered in the light, adorned in a bright red robe, only some tentacles, its arms, and its odd looking metal face were visible. He got on comms, "Samuel, Elena what the fuck am I looking at? I thought we were getting technology."

Samuel responded, "I'm-"

A sort of nerdy high pitched voice cut him off, ah that Intern kid, "Sir, all scans indicate that he's the technology we need. We thought it was just going to be a guide map to Urdak, but... it's actually a Maykr." He seemed awestruck.

The Slayer strode forwards and watched as the angel reached his hand out of the bands that slowly circled around him. He hesitated, at the movement the angel showed, yet he still put away his gun trying to show he meant no harm.

The angel's voice was strained and robot-sounding at first, almost like he was groggy from first waking up. "Welcome, Slayer. I can be your guide and help you restore the balance to Urdak. I am the Seraphim." His metal face somehow smiled and he spoke, his voice echoing around the room, "You don't remember me, do you? Well... won't you take my hand?" The Seraphim reached out a clawed hand, his robes fluttering in the breeze created by the ventilation system.

Despite everything screaming at him to run away, he was curious and reached out, gently touching the fingertips of the angel. The Seraphim grabbed his hand hard, pulling him. He used his other hand to yank off his helmet and touch his forehead.

It was like blinding light had been shot right through his skull. He cried out his body writing from the pain that was spreading across his chest.

Then he remembered. When he was in the sentinel world, fighting alongside them, a great demonic titan called the Dreadnought attacked. He tried to fight it off, but he was only a man. It hit him so hard he flew off a roof and landed in the attic of a barn, his heart started to struggle to beat.

He was laying there trying to remember his life before the demons. Hay swirled around in the air, making his eyes swell up. His heart was giving out and failing with each passing moment. He could see the Dreadnought rear up and slam its fists down, he closed his eyes not able to bare seeing the damage, but the sounds of an explosion and screams rang in his ears.

Then he showed up. He grabbed him, pulled up out of the hay and rushed him away from the fight. He forced him to stand up before a great machine despite his heart being on its last legs. The pain was so great his heart stopped for a moment. When he finally was out of the machine, he killed the Dreadnought and went from the Doomguy to the DoomSlayer. He was no longer a man, but a god.

He thought he had erased that memory from his head, covered up the mysterious figure who rushed in and saved him. He could remember it now, he could feel the way his heart was one beat off.

He came to laying on the floor, gasping for air. He was disoriented and dizzy, and felt like he might lose his breakfast. The Seraphim loomed over him. Still trapped. "I'm shocked you didn't remember me, but I'm glad we share the same memories once more." He reached out once more, and the Slayer flinched away, making the angel feel pity. "I can see there are a few operating systems on the ARC Carrier that can process my functions and allow me to help you. Do I have your permission to take it over?"

The Slayer assumed the Intern knew what technology stuff the angel was discussing so he nodded a yes. "You know, I tried to erase that out of my head for a damn good reason." He wiped some spit off his lip, still not ready to stand upright.