The bar was a musty and seedy place. At least half the demons in it were blackout drunk, the rest were either in fistfights or looking as if they were about to kill someone. As the Slayer sat down at a bar stool VEGA spoke for him.
"The strongest thing you have." VEGA said, mimicking the voice of a demon the Slayer had killed when her first got here.
Everyone in the bar stopped what they were doing and looked at the Slayer, and then began to laugh.
"If you wanna go to the lower circles that bad, y'know you can just shoot yourself! It'll hurt less!" The bartender chastised, handing the Slayer a small shot glass of a milky white liquid.
The Slayer lifted his helmet just barely enough to get his mouth out from underneath it, and drank the shot glass in one swig, then put it back down on the table.
"I need the whole bottle." VEGA said.
The bartender stared in astonishment, everyone in the bar stared at the Slayer, and then quietly went back to what they were doing. The bartender handed the Slayer a white bottle labeled 'Death Beer' and the Slayer chugged the bottle without difficulty.
"Well you must be a real man's man huh?~" A male voice said seductively.
The Slayer turned his helmet to the left and saw a seven foot tall spider demon with four arms, sharp teeth with a single gold tooth, and a black and pink eye. A white tuft of fur jutted out from the demon's chest that looked almost like breasts. The demon began to grab at the exposed muscle on the Slayer's suit arm.
"So, you're pretty ripped huh~" The demon said. "Y'know if you wanted to spend the night with me you wouldn't have to pa-"
The Slayer immediately picked the demon up and began to choke him.
"Harder Daddy!" The demon replied, eliciting the slayer to drop him.
The Slayer slammed the empty bottle of Death Beer on the table, causing it to shatter the bottle and put a hole through the table. Just as the Slayer was about to leave the bar, a few large demons walked in. One seemed to be the leader of the other two behind them, a burly humanoid demon who had grey skin and sharp, fanged teeth, the other two behind him were a white goat demon and a horned Imp like creature, just much larger. The demons stood at around seven or eight feet and the two follower demons had a shotgun each, while the leader had a tommy gun strapped over the shoulder of his white shirt.
"Well, well, well folks! It looks like someone here doesn't know just who's turf he's on!" The leading Demon said. "We got some word from a gang member of ours that a guy in green armor nearly killed him and killed two of our subordinates. He died after telling us that the guy walked into here."
Everyone in the bar once again turned to the Slayer, who sat there silent.
"Damn, you killed members of Ryan's gang? You really are a man's man!" Angel Dust said under his breath.
"Listen here you bastard!" He said, pointing his finger at the Slayer, "This is Hell! If my guys wanna rape some bitch in an alleyway, then you let them do it! Or do you not know who I am?! Because you will when I blow your brains out!"
The demon grabbed a shotgun from one of his men and shot it straight into the back of the Slayers head, but the bullets just stopped and fell of the helmet, not even making a scratch. The Slayer stood up and turn to face Ryan. Ryan quickly fell silent in fear of the man, he felt as if the Slayer was looming over him even though he was a full foot taller than him. The Slayer cracked his knuckles and hit the demon straight in the stomach, his fist tearing a hole right through Ryan. Blood and guts were sprayed everywhere, including all over Angel Dust's fur.
"Aw damn now you got me soaked! Might as well get the fuck up outta dodge now!" He said, getting up and walking out of the bar.
Ryan's body crumpled to the floor, his eyes glazed over, barley breathing. The two bodyguards quickly drew their guns, and so did everyone else in the bar.
"Well, Slayer," VEGA said in his robotic voice once again, turning on the heavy metal music in the Slayer's helmet, "I guess its about that time."
A skull to the knee, chainsaw to the hips, elbow to the ribs. That was the pattern the Slayer had in his mind as he cracked his knuckles
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The DOOM Hotel
FanfictionA mysterious armored stranger strolls into the hellish town of Pentagram City. The denizens of the demonic city are all plagued with evil. The evil Must. Be. Purged. to a heavy metal soundtrack. Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, the princess...
