Zrocker119: whelp. Its been a long time coming, but the time has finally come. The rewrite is here! Now a big change is that this time around I have a proofreader, so a special thanks to Dracomancer1 for putting up with my numerous grammatical mistakes and helping out with this rewrite. Now just so that you all know, I'm gonna be trying a new system for when I post chapters. The gist of it is that even if I have a chapter finished and edited, I won't be posting it until I have the first draft of the next one at least written out.

Anyway I've kept you all waiting long enough. Let's got on with it.

-DOOM Effect: V2-

-Chapter 1-

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For as long as humans have been around, we've always wondered where we went after we died. What happened when our time on this world ran out? There are literally hundreds of different religions and theories that tried to answer that very question.

Many believed in a heaven and hell, that how you lived your life dictated where you went after you passed on. Others thought that there was nothing, that you just no longer existed. So many different explanations, yet none truly knew the correct answer.

What, me? Eh, I was never one to let religion dictate how I lived my life, despite my relatives trying on multiple occasions to reform me. I just did what I did and lived with the consequences. I just kept moving forward.

Oh, I just realized that you have no idea who I am. Where are my manners? My name's Alexander Carter, but I insist that people call me Alex. I was born September 1, 1980 and was raised by my father and older brother. No mother though, but that was due to complications with my birth. While I lived, my mother wasn't so lucky and died shortly after she brought me screaming into the world.

Thankfully my Father was a good man and never held it against me, though I carried the guilt for the longest time before my having a sit down with my brother. Anyway, I had a good childhood. My family wasn't rich, being pretty far from it but we made it work.

I started working in my uncle's body shop when I was fifteen, heading straight there once I was done with school that day and worked through the weekends. Any time I wasn't working on cars, I was reading and writing. Dad told me that I got those skills from my mom. It made me really happy when I learned that.

I was twenty-five when I discovered my most recent hobby, that being video games. I still blame my niece and nephew to this day for that one. They're also responsible for my addiction to anime and manga.

My brother told me that I was supposed to be a bad influence on his children and not the other way around, though he didn't have room to talk. At least I wasn't the one that got a tattoo depicting something from my favorite anime.

In my thirty-eight years of life I had only been in a few relationships, each lasting a couple years. It was my latest failed attempt at love that led me to my current situation and that was sitting alone in a bar at nearly two in the morning.

Can you really blame me though? Just a few hours ago I was on my way to the apartment that I had been staying in with my girlfriend. I had gotten out of work several hours early that night and had wanted to surprise her with a late night dinner, except I was the one in for a surprise that night.

I got home with this big dinner planned out, when I found the telltale signs of people having sex. Clothes were thrown about haphazardly, the couch was a mess...and then there was the sounds coming out of the bedroom, our bedroom, where we had spent the last three years sharing many passionate nights with each other.

She was knocking hips with another man in our bed.

A part of me demanded that I charge through the door, throw this other guy out of my fucking home and demand an explanation, ask why she would do this to me, but I didn't do any of those things. I just stood there for what felt like hours, even though it was only a minute at best, before grabbing as many of my possessions as I could, pictures and such, got back in my truck and left.

I spent the rest of the day at my brother's house, confiding in him what I had discovered. He was supportive of me and asked if I needed a place to stay. I had waved him off, saying that I could afford a motel until I found a new place.

From there I found myself at a bar that I frequented, the owner of which was good friends with my father. I didn't get drunk or anything like that, just had a beer alongside a couple shots of whisky. Eventually though the place closed and I had to leave.

The hotel was right down the street and while I wasn't completely plastered, I knew that it would have been a bad idea to drive back, so I opted to walk. It was only ten minutes and I could walk in a straight line, what was the worst that could've happened?

I was less than halfway there when that car crashed into my side, sending me over the hood and crashing into the ground with a sickening thud. I was dead before I hit the ground, killed on impact.

I didn't know what awaited me on the other side because, as I said earlier, I wasn't the religious type...but even after all of the things that I had read and written, I couldn't have imagined what came next for me.

A void was what greeted me. I don't know when I first came to, but I immediately knew that I should've been dead. I definitely wasn't in heaven or hell, didn't see any pearly gates or brimstone lying about. Was this place purgatory? Certainly seemed fitting given how empty it seemed.

"Sorry to disappoint you," A voice spoke from behind me, "But you have yet to truly move on."

Turning around, I came face to face with a man that I had never seen before. He was quite tall, even taller than my 6ft 4in frame, and was lean. His clothes were normal enough though, dressed in a black business suit with the jacket left unbuttoned, a white dress shirt and black shoes.

The man appeared to be in his mid fifties, with slicked back salt and pepper hair and a neatly trimmed beard. His eyes were what really caught my attention though, as they were completely black, with no visible pupil or iris to speak of.

They were one of the most terrifying things I had ever seen.

As if sensing my discomfort the man blinked and his eyes had changed from abyssal to normal white with a brown iris. "I apologize," the man with sincerity in his tone, "I only get visitors once every couple centuries, and forget that many find my eyes to be...disturbing to say the least."

The man snapped his fingers and a wooden table with two chairs appeared between the two of us. "Please, have a seat," another snap and there was now a pot of tea along with cup on the table. "Now you must have questions pertaining to your current situation. I have the answers and am willing to give them."

"...Alright then," Seeing as there was nothing better to do I took the offered seat. The man filled both cups and slid one to me. I didn't reach for it till he took a drink first before I finally did. It was easily the greatest thing I had ever tasted.

"Before we begin, I believe that I should introduce myself. While no name was bestowed to me upon my creation, I've taken to calling myself The Cartographer but you may call me TC for short."

Seemed like a strange name to call oneself, but I wasn't going to judge. "Alex," I paused before continuing, "Where am I, what are you...and why am I not currently freaking the fuck out right now?"

TC set his cup down, a smile on his lips. "That would be my doing. Normally upon entering the void, mortals would become mad and driven to suicide as your minds aren't capable of comprehending the absolute emptiness that is my home. I'm currently keeping yours shielded from said madness."

"Ah...thanks for that." I wasn't really sure of what else I could say to that little tidbit of information.

"You're welcome," TC smiled, "That answers two of your questions. Now as for what I am, I'm simply a records keeper of your dimension and have catalogued every single event that has happened since its beginning. About 13.7 billion years worth of history resides within my library."

"Then why is your name Cartographer? Wouldn't historian be more accurate?"

"Rather than simply write everything down, I find it more enjoyable to draw out history. Besides, one can only write so many books before it becomes boring." TC answered with a casual shrug. "Now I do believe there's one question that you have yet to ask."

I finished the rest of my tea only to see the cup refill itself. Raising a brow at TC he simply smiled, causing me to sigh. "Why am I here instead of...elsewhere?"

TC stood up, gesturing for me to do so as well. Following his example I set my cup down and got out of my seat. The table and chairs disappeared, replaced by a large pair of doors which TC opened.

"Come along, I'll explain as we walk." Seeing as there was really no other choice I followed him inside, the doors closing quietly behind me, and I found my jaw dropping. I was now in what seemed the largest library that I had ever seen.

Looking around I couldn't see the walls that marked the boundaries of the room, just shelves brimming with books that went on for as far as the eye could see. Taking a look upward, I saw that it was the same. Just stairs upon stairs that led to the upper levels.

"Now now, don't just stand there gawking," TC gently shook my shoulder to break me out of my stupor, clearly amused with my reaction. Now that I was focused on him once more he began walking to the center of the room. "Now I've told you about my purpose, but it's much more than that. You see, our universe is very unique as it is the first to be created."

"I'm sorry what?" I couldn't help but ask. "We're the first?"

"I know that it sounds hard to believe," TC admitted, "But it's true. We are a part of universe #1."

I was scared of the answer but nonetheless ask, "How many others are there?"

"That's where things get fascinating. There's an infinite amount, and it's no thanks to your species. You're familiar with multiverse theory yes?"

I shrugged and make a so so motion with my hand, "I know the gist of it."

"Ah that makes this next part far simpler." Finally reaching the middle of the room, TC approached a pedestal that appeared to have a very hightech data pad. Punching something into it, a holographic screen appeared before him and began to play a recording.

There was no sound, but I recognized it easily. "Is that...is that Halo?" Moving so that I stood right in front of the screen, I saw that my eyes hadn't been fooling me as I saw Master Chief fighting the flood alongside the Arbiter. "What's a game doing here?"

"Because this is the history of one of the universes that you created." TC answered simply. "Well your species that is. Simply put, most forms of entertainment, whether be they books, videogames or TV shows, exist in a separate universe of their own, with branching timelines and everything."

I paused to think about that. If what he said was true, then every book I read, every game I played, and every anime or TV show I watched was real. My brain came to a full stop as what TC told me impacted even harder than the car that killed me.

"T-that's completely fucked up!" I was horrified by the implications of it all.

TC could only nod at my statement, seemingly in agreement with it. "Yes it is. While there are countless universes that are beautiful, there are just as many that would be classified as a living hell."

He flicked the screen off and sighed. "As much as I wish to right every wrong, It's simply impossible to change everything, but I've discovered a way that I can help...if only a little." He turned to me. "I can't personally interfere, so I created a lottery of sorts that would bring a recently deceased soul before me, and your number was picked."

"Picked for what?" Now, I wasn't as oblivious to what was going on as it may have seemed. I had read plenty of stories where the protagonist was thrown into the same type as situation as myself...and I found myself getting excited.

As if sensing my excitement, TC let his gentlemanly image fade and now had a full blown smirk. "How would you like to help me create a better future for some of these universes?"

I didn't hesitate for a second. "Where do I get started?"

"Excellent," TC returned to the pedestal and bagan to punch in commands. A few moments later another video began to play. "I believe you'll remember this one quite fondly."

"Oh hell yeah I do." I said as I stared at the screen that currently had Doom playing on it, the 2016 version that is. Definitely one of the best high speed action shooters that I had ever played. Also had a kickass soundtrack.

"Now there are many beings that are capable of handling what we plan to do, but the being known as the Doom Slayer will suit our needs almost perfectly. Unfortunately it won't be as simple as giving you his abilities."

"Why's that?"

"Quite simply it's because you're dead." TC stated bluntly and with no hesitation, "And you require a body to enter a different universe. This next part may be morally questionable, but for us to proceed I will have to bind your mind and soul to the Doom Slayer's body before he's born-"

"What!?" I interrupted before I could stop myself.

"I know it sounds bad, but just hear me out," TC said exasperatedly, "As I was saying, your mind and soul will be bound to the Slayer while he's still within the womb but you, as in your consciousness, won't awaken for thousands of years. As to why it must be at that state, the Slayer will eventually will receive his unlimited power and stamina from a being known as the Seraphim. This being does more than that though. Along with a ridiculous powerboost, the Slayer's mind will become incorruptible, meaning you won't be able to be bound to him after he's blessed."

"Now I can only do this once, so I won't risk you being rejected simply because you weren't within his mind long enough. There's quite frankly no other option than to place you within him before he's born to ensure that you remained anchored to him."

I agreed with him completely, this setup was completely and utterly, morally wrong. I would essentially be taking over a man's life. I paused in that train of thought as something occurred to me and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "...I'm not gonna be me when I wake up, am I?"

"...No," TC put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry but you truly died. When you awaken, your mind should be completely melded with the Slayer's. Unfortunately the Slayer will die...but a new being be born. One that is capable of completing the task that I've set before you."

"...Let's say that everything goes as planned. What happens then?"

"For starters you'll have the combined knowledge of both lives and then you'll have to finish the "Game"," He said making air quotes around the word game, "all the way through to the end. Once you've done this I'll pull you from wherever you end up and bring you back here."

I let out yet another long sigh. "Well, if this is the only way to get it done, then let's do it." There was no going back after this, but what did I have to lose? I was already dead.

"Alright then," The library disappeared and TC pointed his outstretched palm to the side and his eyes once more became the stuff of nightmares. The space a few feet away from us began to distort as the recorder of the universe ripped apart space and time. "Now this might feel a little funny for you."

"What wil-" I didn't get the chance to finish as he placed his other palm in front of my face, and my sight went white. He was right though, a tingle did work its way up my spine.

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They are rage, brutal, without mercy.

But you.

You will be worse.

Rip and tear until it is done.

Those were the words that echoed in my skull as I came to and was greeted by darkness. Confusion was at the forefront of my thoughts, but was quickly pushed aside and replaced by an unquenchable rage, not just at the demons, but at myself.

How could I have been so blind to not see that it had been a trap laid by the Hell priests?! Sure it cost them one of their sacred blood temples to imprison me, but how long had I been trapped for? Hundreds if not thousands of years? Gah, this is a pain!

I was brought out of my internal dialogue via the top of this damned sarcophagus being raised, allowing light to temporarily blind me. Blinking until my vision came back, I tried to sit up, only to hear the rattling of chains. A quick glance later and I found that the bastards had shackled me to the fucking thing.

Tugging on the demon-forged metal, I heard what sounded like a groan off to my right and turned in that direction, coming face to face with the ghoulish appearance of a Possessed. With renewed effort, I tore off my bindings just as the thing lunged forward to try and tear out my throat with its teeth.

Before it could do so I grabbed it by the head, halting its forward momentum with ease. The possessed continued to clack its jaw at me, so I rewarded its efforts by smashing its skull into little bits of blood and bone on the edge of my former prison. I felt a rush of power surge through me as its soul was absorbed into my body. Hearing more of groans I realized that there were two more Possessed in the room.

A deep rumble emanated from my chest as I jumped from the sarcophagus and tackled the nearest one to the ground before caving its skull in with a single punch. Spying what appeared to be a discarded, futuristic pistol on the ground beside me, I snatched it up and pulled the trigger three times in rapid succession.

Three blue bolts of blue energy erupted from the barrel, giving off absolutely no recoil, and blew the last Possessed head clean off its shoulders. Before the body could hit the ground, I grasped my head in pain as a blur of images assaulted my mind. The pain reached new heights as I saw what appeared to be a man that looked strikingly similar to myself get spattered by a truck, killing him instantly.

The images stopped and the pain soon passed, leaving me sweating and out suddenly out of breath. "T-that was me. But how is that possible." More images flashed before my eyes, though thankfully they were painless this time. I saw a well dressed man with eyes as dark as the abyss, talking with the same man that had just died, and proceeded to witness their entire interaction.

My rage subsided, if only slightly as it all clicked, "I remember now." Standing up I looked myself over. I saw a body that was me, yet wasn't at the same time. "Looks like the merge worked, somewhat anyway." Hopefully I wouldn't suffer from more visions anytime soon. I looked around the room, finding it to be exactly the same as it was back when I first played Doom.

I didn't bother with watching the holographic recording and instead chose to simply rip the door open to the room that held my Praetor suit. Placing a hand on the chest plate, my mind was immediately assaulted by more images. There was no pain this time around, allowing me to focus on the images more.

There wasn't much to go off, but I did recognize one of the Wraiths and the Crucible. That was all I could understand before the vision cut out and I was back in the room, now encased in my armor except for the helmet.

Bringing it closer, I was able to see my reflection in the visor. I looked relatively the same as before, With short dark brown hair and a thick stubble along my jaw and around my mouth. My eyes had changed though. Instead of the brown that I...that Alex had been born with, my eyes were red with a slight luminescent glow around the edges.

I brushed my thumb along the symbol on the helmet before flipping it around and sliding it over my head, hearing a slight hiss as it locked into place. Reaching to my right, I grab the monitor that hung from the wall, causing it to turn on and allowing me to see the words DEMONIC INVASION IN PROGRESS flash on the screen in large red letters.

A rumble escapes my throat at the thought of demons being near. Swiping my hand across the screen to learn more about what was going on, I'm greeted by an ever-helpful "access denied." Apparently if I want to learn more about the invasion, I'll need to realign the on-site satellite dish to connect with the rest of the network.

Pressing the button in the corner, my suit's onboard computer downloaded the directions to the array when the screen alerted me of an incoming voice com.

"Hello. I'm Dr. Samuel Hayden." Greeted a heavily synthesized voice, " I'm the head of this facility. I think that we can work together to solve this problem in a way that benefits us both."

Knowing where this was going, I opted to shove the screen into the closest wall and thought of my next move. The Slayer half of my consciousness was irritated at the sudden turn of events and wanted to throttle any and every demon that I came across. The Alex part didn't object to this, but was much more focused on seeing how if I can find any survivors, even though he knew that there would be none.

It was a strange feeling, having more than one subconscious. Maybe the merge wasn't as smooth as TC had planned, but I had no choice but to soldier on and roll with the events that were about to unfold.

"One thing's for sure though," I spoke aloud as I turned a corner and saw more Possessed in my path. A savage grin found its way to my lips as I cracked my knuckles in anticipation of what was to come, "This is gonna be an experience."

Even though I had been expecting it, hanging in the air helplessly really put me in a pissed-off mood. I couldn't see much of the room that I was secured in, only the walkway that led to me. The one the Hayden was currently walking on towards my suspended position.

Once he was close enough to me, the Doctor began to speak. "You've won-It's over. You stopped the invasion and closed the portal. But it's come at a price- Argent, VEGA. This entire operation. You see, I've watched your work- come to understand your motivation. You think the only way is to kill them all- leave nothing behind- and you may be right. But we can't just shut all down. Without Argent Energy it will be worse. I don't expect you to agree."

Hayden held out his hand and an invisible force wrenched the Crucible from my grasp and into his. "But with this we can continue our work," Turning towards me he gestured to himself, "I am not the villain of this story. I do what I do because there is no choice."

He glances up at what I could only assume to be the display for the tether systems coordinates. "Our time is up. I can't kill you- but I won't have you standing in our way." With a simple clench of his fist, Dr. Hayden activated the Crucible, extending the enormous blade of argent energy. "Until we see each other again."

As Hayden walked away, two things came to mind. One was the urge to fight against my restraints before ripping the traitorous machine limb from fucking limb and retrieving my ancient weapon, but my other half felt sorry for the old Doctor. He truly believed that humanity was backed into a corner and had no other way out.

Regardless of what I wanted to do, the only thing that I could do was sigh quietly as I was teleported to who knows where, only to find myself standing in the center of an all too familiar library.

Glancing to my side, I saw TC seated in a chair and writing in a book. "How do you feel?"

"Like I'm ready to rip something to pieces." I stated while approaching him. "The merge didn't work quite as well as we had hoped."

The book snapped shut, TC now giving me his full attention. "Explain."

I sighed and tried explaining it as best I could. "It's hard to describe. Whenever something monumental happens and I need to make a decision, I hear two different voices speaking out to me. One is the Slayer, while the other is Alex."

"Hmmm," TC thought for a moment, "Do you believe that you can keep both personalities in check?"

"I guess it would depend on the situation," I took off my helmet and rubbed my eyes, "For the most part they both see eye to eye, but I won't know for sure until something truly monumental happens."

"I see," TC stood and approached the pedestal, "If that is the case, then I believe that we can proceed."

Placing my helmet back I moved to stand next to him, "Where am I going first?"

"Pardon me, but may I make an inquiry as to what is going on and where I currently am?"

The two of us paused, TC turning to look at me with a raised brow.

I held up my hands, "That wasn't me." Though now that I think about it, that voice did sound awfully familiar and I was able to figure it out about two seconds later. "Vega?"

"That is correct," The AI spoke through the speakers within my helmet, "I am currently using the Praetor suit to function, though a much more powerful source of energy will be required for me to utilize all of my capabilities. Again, may I know where I am?"

"It would seem that you've managed to pick up a hitchhiker." TC said with noticeable smirk, "This is an unforeseen development but not an unwelcome one."

"What are you?" Vega questioned, "using the suits sensors I can infer that you are no human despite your appearance. The only other option is for you to be some manner of demon that the UAC has yet to come across, but the Slayer seems to know you to some extent, so I will withhold any judgment.

"I am Vega, the artificial intelligence tasked with overseeing the daily operations of the argent facility on Mars."

"And a polite hitchhiker at that," TC bowed his head slightly in a show of respect, "I have no name, but you may refer to me as TC, the entity that was created and tasked with recording all of history."

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance TC. May I know as to why I am here?"

"That would be my fault," I admitted and looked to TC, "Mind conjuring up some chairs? Since Vega's now stuck with me, it would be better to explain everything to him here and now."

TC nodded and with a snap of his fingers, conjured the same table and chairs from before, earning a "Fascinating" from Vega. Taking a seat I made myself comfortable as TC explained everything to the AI while I just sat in silence.

"I see," spoke Vega once he was brought up to speed. "While all of the research that Dr. Hayden had conducted into hell had proven that different dimensions did indeed exist, the fact that ours was created for the purpose of entertainment is...disturbing to say the least."

"It's fucked up is what it is," I stated, "But what do you want to do? You could come with me on my mission, but you could stay here should you chose to do so."

"I certainly won't mind the company," TC threw in his two cents, "But I must say that Mr. Vega here will be of much greater use to you. Especially where I plan to send you."

Even though I knew that he couldn't see it dew to my helmet I raised a brow, "Where is my destination anyway?"

TC stood and I followed suit. He approached the panel and began typing yet again. After a moment he stepped to the side allowing me to see the what he had brought up. "This is your destination."

"...You've got to be shitting me," I said while staring at an enormous construct that sat in the middle of a Nebula Cloud. A space station the housed and protected millions of souls, but would also be the tool that would lead to their destruction.

"Universe 1,973,682,029,902. The reality that your home created when the Mass Effect games were released." He said to me with a sad smile, "While great, the entire universe is build upon the corpses of untold numbers."

"I'm afraid that I don't understand. What has happened in this universe?" Vega questioned, clearly confused by the previous statement.

"A synthetic-organic race known as the Reapers commits galactic wide genocide every fifty-thousand years or so," I explained. My knuckles pop, fist clenched in barely-controlled rage, "They harvest the more advanced species to create a new Reaper. This periodic harvest has been going on for nearly a billion years, if I remember correctly that is. It had been a few years since I played the games."

"Well you're not far off," TC continued all while typing away, "how long they've been around doesn't matter. What does though is for you to help stop them once and for all."

"...You want me on the Normandy." I stated with crossed arms, already knowing the direction that this conversation was going in.

"Yes. While your skills as a warrior are unparalleled, your social skills are somewhat lacking." TC stated with the same level of bluntness as a sledgehammer. "But Commander Shepard on the other hand, is the one that will bring the galaxy together to combat the Reaper threat."

Despite my best efforts, I couldn't stop the twitch in my brow at that statement. "You do know that I had plenty of friends before getting splattered by a truck right?"

"Do you really believe that you can convince a galaxy that a race of hyper advance, mecha-cuttlefish are coming to wipe them all out?" TC challenged without turning away from his work.

"... Fair enough." I surrendered with a sigh. "How am I getting there?"

"Fortunately I don't have to reincarnate you again," Taking one hand off the holographic keyboard, TC flicked his wrist and created a tear in the empty space beside him. "I just need to finish punching in the coordinates...and...there."

The tear began to glow before exploding in a brilliant flash of light so bright that I was forced to avert my gaze. After a moment the brightness toned down to a manageable level, allowing me to open my eyes.

The tear was still present, but where there was once nothing, now sat the image of what appeared to be the void of space as I could see hundreds of stars. Floating in the center of the image was what appeared to be an escape pod of sorts, similar to what was fired from the Normandy at the beginning of the second game. Off in the distance, I could see the remains of a ship, now little more than scrap metal

"What am I looking at here?"

"That would be to starting point of your new life." TC explained as the view changed so that we were now looking at the inside of the pod. "Since it would be too suspicious for me to send you directly to the Citadel or another highly populated area, I've created a shipwreck scenario, with you being the sole survivor."

"Simply step though the tear and you'll being in the Mass Effect universe. Once the tear closes, the distress beacon will activate and catch the attention of the ship that is passing close by." TC turned to me. "This will be the last time we speak until your mission is complete. Are you ready?"

Uncrossing my arms, I remove my helmet and look into its reflective visor. "We both know the answer to that question, but what about you...Vega?"

Several moments pass with complete silence, before Vega finally spoke. "I was created for the sole purpose of ensuring that humanity survived, even at the cost of my existence. This may not be my humanity, but they are human nonetheless. I will accompany the Doom Slayer on his journey."

Smirking I place the helmet back on and nod to TC. "We're ready."

TC merely stood to the side and gestured for me to step through. Before I pass completely through, the recorder of history asked me one thing.

"You are no longer Alexander Carter, yet you aren't the Slayer either. What are you to be called?"

I pause momentarily before stepping through the tear completely, causing it to start closing but before it did so completely I answer his question.

"Slayer...Alexander Slayer."

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-End-

Zrocker119: And so marks the beginning of Alexander Slayer's journey. So other than a name change and a few differences in narrative this chapter isn't all that different from the first version. But trust me there will be noticeable differences in the coming chapters. Where before Alex was a tag along, I plan on having him make waves this time around.

Hope you enjoyed! See you all in the next one!