I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING

While Ill be keeping doom guy as a girl, I don't mind changing it if you guys don't like it as itll be a quick fix. Ill also be keeping his description mixed as in every one who doesn't know who the doom slayer will assume that she is a guy because to be honest if you're wearing armor as bulky as doom guys then it is natural to assume shes a guy until some sort of great reveal.

I had this concept of the wraiths being some sort of beings that were like polar opposites to each other with wraiths being the 4 horsemen of the apocalypse while the maidens where holy beings of light to make it seem as though remnant was a sort of paradise while Argent D' Nur was realm of purgatory and there's hell.

Either I hope you enjoy

Fall of Argent D' Nur – (Eons Ago)

Come wretched one…QUICKLY! … for there is no time… we've been given away…WRETCHED FOOL!

Amidst the screams and cries of the people who fought against the great evil they've fighting across the ages and those unlucky to stand in its path of destruction. The great Night Sentinels were falling more and more quickly to the minions of hell almost powerless as their hold on the power of the wraiths grew ever more so weak as one by one, they fell to the tides of hell. Their bodies violently desecrated as their power twisted and inhumane gave path to enhancing the demons making them ever more so violent as they ripped through the squadrons of Night Sentinels leaving nothing but torn limbs and rivers of bloods as they made way to the last remaining wraiths.

Wretched one … blessed by the Seraphim … we the sisters grant you … our strengths … like all others before you … but you won't be like them ... for you will be worse... we give you their souls … our power … and our ETERNAL RAGE … seek out my sisters … for they wont stop here…

Standing before the last remaining wraith overlooking the carnage that unfolded below the platform they were standing. Stood a young girl bathed in her own blood. Right arm shredded by claw marks. A slash running across the chest and blood dripping from her head.

… You will walk eternally through the shadow realm … standing against evil where all others falter… May your thirst for retribution never quench … may the blood on your sword never dry … and may we never need you … again! … Wretched one ... this shall be … your initiation … Hâlettan Rîdere D' Morð!

The ground around them started to shake, stopping all others around them as the wraiths in their last final moments led out a huge piercing screech. Everyone around demon or not stopped the fight as the noise rang in their ears leaving them utmost paralyzed in their positions. Time seemed to stop all around Argent D' Nur. Suddenly out from the wraiths surged a powerful streak of crimson red energy, pooling unto the broken floors around them. And as with a mind of its own crawled their way to the young girl in a vine like form leaving a path of thunderous red light in its wake. As it made their way to the young girl it attached itself to the young girl and forced itself into every corner of her body. And as such the final breath of the Elemental Wraiths of the Apocalypse was taken.

But not before a black beast roared from nearby and ran behind the young soul and with its big robust hands gripped unto the young girl's neck gripping it hard, shattering her neck into pieces and with its powerful arms winded his arm back and with a powerful roar threw young soul through the wall opposite direction of the wraith and finally corrupting its soul to their influence. The fighting soon continued unknown to them about the much powerful evil that will soon arise…

Hell (Centuries Ago)

RIP … AND TEAR

… In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood. Burned by the embers of Armageddon, his soul blistered by the fires of Hell and tainted beyond ascension, he chose the path of perpetual torment. In his ravenous hatred he found no peace; and with boiling blood he scoured the Umbral Plains seeking vengeance against the dark lords who had wronged him. He wore the crown of the Night Sentinels, and those that tasted the bile of his sword named him... the Doom Slayer...

RIP AND TEAR

… Tempered by the fires of Hell, his iron will remained steadfast through the passage that preys upon the weak. For he alone was the Hell Walker, the Unchained Predator, who sought retribution in all quarters, dark and light, fire and ice, in the beginning and the end, and he hunted the slaves of Doom with barbarous cruelty; for he passed through the divide as none but demon had before...

GUTS … YOU'RE HUGE, MUST HAVE HUGE GUTS...

UAC (Present)

"I am not the villain in this story. I do what I have to do because I have no choice!" expressed Dr. Hayden as clutched the crucible in his robotic hands.

REROUTING TETHER COORDINATES … COMPLETE

"I cannot kill you…but I won't have you standing in our way … until we see each other again"

As the doctor started to walk away the Slayer quickly reached into his belt and pulled out a siphon grenade. Knowing that the grenade attracts argent energy to itself she hoped that its effects would also affect argent imbued objects. With the grenade in her hand the Slayer activated it upon herself and just as she hoped the crucible started to tug on Hayden's arms forcing him to stop. The siphon grenade pulled on with more forced as the crucible moved ever so slightly in the direction of the Slayer pulling Hayden with it.

"NOOOOO" shouted Hayden as the crucible became within arms reach of the Slayer. The Slayer with the of her strength used her thrusters to boost herself closing the gap between her and Hayden grabbing unto his robotic arm, crunching it as the tether device magnetized her back into the chamber from which she sat upon effectively ripping of Samuel Hayden's robotic arm off and taking the crucible back with her.

TETHER ACTIVE

The Slayer was quickly surrounded by electricity and bright light enveloped the room.

The bright light died down quickly as the praetor suits helmet quickly adjusted the visor to tone down the light exposure revealing a moon. Shattered by the sides. The Slayer found herself extremely fatigued as she was lying down. Slowly moving managing to move her head to side she realized she was surrounded by a white padding, snow. With no energy left to move the Slayer allowed herself to feel weightless as her eyes slowly closed, shutting out the shattered moon and rest for the first time since a time she could no longer remember.

However unknown to the Slayer were the piercing red eyes that were cautiously stalking her from the shadows of the forest growling in the silence of the night.