REBORN AS DOOM SLAYER IN THE MULTIVERSE (DCAMU).

DIVINE MEETING.

In deep space,

"Hmm, what to do today?" a towering figure, standing at eight feet nine inches, pondered his options as he surveyed the myriad dimensions, multiverses, and alternate realms with a mere thought.

Amidst his contemplation, a particular event captured his attention: the demise of a divine being, accompanied by the annihilation of the very essence of evil within their respective multiverse.

An event caught this spectacular being's eye as he witnessed a divine being of sorts ending and destroying the very concept of evil associated with their respective multiverse.

"Let us delve into this intriguing individual," the towering figure mused aloud, his voice resonating within his boundless domain as a screen materialized before him.

This divine being of sorts that destroyed the concept of evil was a mortal from a world of humans that got invaded and destroyed by demons. But before then, this mortal was serving in the Marines until he was discharged because he refused to fire at unarmed civilians.

Unbeknownst to him, tragedy struck his world, claiming the lives of his wife, child, and beloved pet bunny, Daisy, at the hands of invading demons. Fueled by unbridled rage and grief, the mortal vowed to eradicate every demon in existence, embarking on a relentless crusade of vengeance. Later on, this mortal was subjected to a divinity machine. He had to go through a slayer ritual for the process to be complete. But this divinity machine was no ordinary divining tool. This divinity machine also contained the essence of the creator of this mortal's universe.

"And now... they will fear you!"

The process was complete and the mortal came out a divine being... or something worse. Having the power of a god, he became faster, stronger, and more durable than most, if not all creatures and anything in his universe.

His perception of speed surpassed many and viewed most of his opponents as if they were in suspended animation. Unleashing his newfound might upon demonic hordes, he became a formidable entity, feared by demons more than the very concept of evil itself.

At the end of his path, he destroyed the concept of evil which claimed to have created almost everything all around his universe which is a feat that barely raised the brow of the spectator in front of the screen watching.

In a fraction of a second, amidst a burst of lightning, a six-foot-eight male adorned in green armoured space marine combat attire materialized, wielding a formidable shotgun in one hand and a fiery red sword in the other. Bewildered, the newly ascended divine surveyed his unfamiliar surroundings until his gaze settled upon a figure standing before him. Behind his helmet, a flicker of astonishment betrayed his stoic facade as he attempted to discern the speed of the person who appeared before him.

"Who..." The space marine was about to ask about the person in front of him in a disrespectful manner until when he found himself sitting on a soft couch opposite the person who appeared before him who was also sitting in a couch. They were in a lush vegetation with a bright starry sky that seemed to span for many miles with no end. There were many divine creatures from land, sky, sea, and void.

There was also a lake in front of them that looked far from ordinary as different timelines could be observed by those who met the qualifications. To the space marine, he could only vaguely understand that there were truths in the lake and nothing more.

For a person like the space marine, he had never had a moment's peace in a long time but enjoyed the comfort of the couch he sat on, as it seemed to even ease his very soul. He judged that the being in front of him was either the maker of the concept of evil that created everything in his multiverse or something else, something more.

"BJ Blazkowicz, Flynn Taggart, John Kane... these are names you have gone by across various timelines," said the eight-foot-nine being wore nothing but baggy trousers and a warmly lit halo with circular drums that released unnoticeable tremours and lightning sparks every few seconds as he pointed to the lake by their side.

The lake suddenly morphed into different variations of the space marine as he looked at it with interest.

"But names are but fleeting shadows. You can call me H&%* E^%#," he continued, his aura both commanding and reassuring.

The space marine only grunted to show that he couldn't even hear his name.
"Okay, why don't you call me General? And I'll call you... Doom Slayer." General asked.
Doom Slayer responded with a nod, wondering where this conversation would lead.

You have recently ascended to divinity, harnessing vast amounts of Argent energy throughout your demon-slaying odyssey," General remarked, prompting the space marine's attention.

Doom Slayer, still treading the path of caution looked at General for a second and replied with a nod. If this General posed a threat to him he would simply do what he has always done... RIP AND TEAR!

"You don't need to be so on guard Doom Slayer. And while I appreciate your belief in trying to go toe to toe with me... it's all nothing but grand delusions. While the one who created the creator of your multiverse is somewhat powerful, he is only a seventh-tier or eight-tier being at best, he is even less than a speck of dust. He doesn't even know I removed a key constant from his chalkboard. The creator of your multiverse, though formidable, pales in comparison to my power. Nevertheless, I seek only conversation. Your response will determine your fate, though rest assured, you will depart from here unharmed," General assured, as maids materialized before them, offering glasses of fine wine.

But his surprise waned and nearly lost consciousness when he smelled the fine wine they poured out into two huge glasses on a table. As the space marine hesitated, overwhelmed by the serene atmosphere and the unexpected hospitality, he succumbed to the allure of the wine, setting aside his helmet and indulging in a sip.

"This is one of the finest wines produced from the highest tier grapevines in the fij universe. They are quite rare and ripen every ten million years and are left to ferment for forty thousand years to bring out its flavour and raise its alcohol content to a degree high-level divine beings can enjoy." General said as he took his golden glass that was as huge as those beer cups commonly seen in taverns of medieval times.

"But when I brought it here, I fermented it for a hundred billion years with a mere time skill and left it to the distillers to finish the process so you should..." General said as Doom Slayer chugged a bit down.

With a resigned sigh, "Young divines, when will they ever learn to be patient." General said as he palmed his face. Doom Slayer lay sprawled and dead on the floor.


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