Encyclopedia of a Demon named Y/N

Omake

2 years ago, back in Hell.

There was this one legacy that was remembered by all demons. The Revenant named Bob with a trumpet. No one knows where he got it, but he got it. Some think he got it from a human, some think Satan himself gave it to him as some sort of humorous joke.

But what everyone knows is that once he figured how to use it, he has never stopped using it since.

*Doot!*

And there he is. Annoying a Mancubus with his trumpet. Having been subjected to it's awful sounds for the last few hours have driven what left of his sanity nuts. He yelled"That's it! I've had enough of this sound! AHHHHHHH!" And proceeded to self-desruct, exploding into meaty little bits. In the middle of the carnage, is Bob. With his trumpet. Blood and Gore all over him.

*Doot!*

But that still didn't stop him from making that stupidity annoying sound.*sign*

*Doot!*

"Hey! It's the Doom Slayer! Attack, my brethren!"

Hundreds of Demon rushed towards the direction of heavy metal, wherever that came from, and their most likely death but it's better than falling victim to the trumpet player know as Bob. Imps, Hell Knights, Mancubis, Cacodemons, etc.

Flesh, bone, and blood fly in every direction as Doom Slayer favorite shotgun, switching every now and then to kill the more difficult ones.

High in the air is Bob, angrily playing his trumpet while occasionally shooting down a rocket.

*Doot!*

Noticing him at long last the Doom Slayer aimed his rocket launcher at Bob and fired.

*Doot!*

*Boom!*

That was the last anyone has ever heard of Bob the trumpet player. His trumpet miraculously survived with minimal damage. But there's no more demons around anymore, all slaughtered by the Demon Slayer. Laying on top of blood and guts it awaits. Awaiting the day where it would be played once more. Until...

Silent footsteps echoed through the empty land. A lone Revenant wanders around aimlessly when it spotted something bright on the floor. Picking it up he looked at it for a while before trying to bite it.

Failing several times he let out a big disappointed sign, conveniently into the mouth piece. His eyes widened at the sound that came out and his feelings forever bonded with the instrument.

*Doot!*

And thus begins another legacy of the trumpet playing Revenant.

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A/N: The idea was inspired by the picture above and has been on my mind for quite a while. Hope you enjoyed this little omake. Other than that PEACE OUT!