Today was a fairly normal day in the Kurusu Household.

Using the broadest possible definition of "normal", or course.

After all, when you have six demihumans with raging hormones, each one having their own set of personalities which constantly clash with one another, "normal" isn't really the right word to describe your life anymore.

Not to mention their very special guest, a certain beast of a man clad in green, impenetrable armor, whose temper was not to be messed with, lest that someone has a death wish.

That was what Kimihito thought to himself, while he skimmed through the various shapes and sizes of cabbages in the mall, hoping he still has enough money in his wallet, whatever's left of it. He only hoped the girls would be able to tolerate a "greener" meal for dinner.

He wasn't planning on heading out this late in the evening, but due to a certain unfortunate accident involving a certain lamia using up more ingredients than necessary to cook "lunch" for her Darling.

And accident which ended up in the kitchen nearly blowing up, and more horrifyingly, the Doomslayer, being covered in soot.

Surprisingly, he wasn't angry at all, or at least not as pissed off as the others thought. Thankfully soot couldn't stay on unearthly metal for long, and a warm bath was all that was needed. Although he had to admit, a hulking bodybuilder taking a shower, while still wearing full metal armor, would be a ridiculous sight to behold.

Ever since then though, the green behemoth had made a point not to walk into the kitchen, ever again.

Said girls were, safe to say, bored out of their minds. Being on house arrest, and with their host out for groceries, there wasn't much they were able to do. Besides messing with each other.

Rachnera, once again, had induced the wrath of Centorea with her perverted "hobbies", forcing the latter to unsheathe her sword in retaliation, adamant on using it. If it weren't for a certain conscious slime monster roaming about, the household would've definitely suffered some serious interior redecorations.

Afterwards, Miia who unsatisfied by her recent failure, spent her evening in the kitchen, trying to impress her Darling before he gets back home by struggling to perfect a simple egg roll. She succeeded in a way, albeit it was to- ahem- , undesirable results.

Nearly poisoning Meroune in the process.

Ever since then, she made a mental note to never try Miia's cooking again, no matter how satisfyingly sad and cute her pouting was.

All the while, Papi stayed quiet in the living room, with Suu lying on her head, both their eyes glued to the TV, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding shenanigans, their thoughts filled with only one thing in mind.

'This Long Long thingy looks tasty. I wonder if Master would buy them for Papi.'

'Suuu~.'

As evening passed and the sun eventually began to set, the household was greeted by an unexpected guest.

knock knock

"Huh? Who's that?" Miia asked, hearing the knock.

"Someone's at the front door. We should go and greet them." Centorea answered.

...

A tense moment of silence followed.

"W-why are we just standing here?" Miia asked, again.

Apparently they were all hesitant on answering the door. Usually Kimihito would be the one to greet any guests. But he hasn't come home yet.

It could just be Smith, coming in to check on them. It could be the MON Squad, coming in place of Smith, who might be busy with other stuff...or just slacking off again.

But it could also be someone else. Another human they might not recognize.

And considering the incident that happened just over two weeks ago, a liminal might not be the first face a human would want to see upon stepping into another household.

Why else would the girls be on house arrest? Society was no longer as it used to be. The distrust between humans and liminals became like a tumor, simply growing as time passes, and without a cure.

knock knock knock

"Whoever's at the front door must be getting impatient right now. Maybe I should go-"

"Wait!" Meroune was suddenly cut off by Centorea, to the surprise of others.

"It's fine, Meroune. Master gave me a responsibility, and I'll take it. I can handle this." She continued. She was a knight, after all. She should just greet the guests with the right formalities and proper manners, as usual for her. It's no trouble.

Sure, chances are, whoever they may be, they might be surprised upon seeing the face of a liminal, perhaps even disgusted, their faces twisted into repulsive, hateful-

'NOO!!! What are you thinking!? It is incredibly shameful to think so lowly of your guests! I shall not allow such ugly thoughts. Begone!!' Centorea mentally shouted to herself.

She took a deep breath, taking every step with her hooves, marching towards the door.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

She startled, the ones outside must be tired of waiting. She needed to act quickly.

Hesitantly reaching for the doorknob, her fingers were shaking. She couldn't stop thinking about it. What if the humans were to disapprove of her? What if they demanded to see Master, and he wasn't here? What was she going to do?

Slowly but surely, the doorknob twisted, and the door opened.

Centorea struggled to put the words out of her mouth.

"G-greeti-"

"-Oh COME ON, what's taking so damn long!?"

The first thing she noticed, was a hand forcefully pushing the door open, then she noticed that familiar voice. And the red hair.

"Bina-chan!! Can't you be more patient? Kimihito-kun's just opening the door for us!"

"Wait... that's not Kimihito."

"Huh?"

"Oh, it's Cerea-san."

Centorea was perplexed, but at the same time, she could feel an air of relief. So it was the MON squad all along. They all seem to be wearing casual clothes today, meaning they're free. Zombina was in her usual green jacket and red tops, Tionishia in her yellow dress, Manako sporting a light blue blouse under a sweater, and Doppel wearing nothing, as usual.

From the looks of it, they're probably just here to check on the household. But then where's Smith?

"Say, Cerea-san. You seemed like you were spooked by something. Anything wrong?"

Centorea realized she was sweating a lot more than she thought. Hastily, she wiped her face dry and tried to divert the topic.

"Wha-uhm, nothing! Nothing! I'm fine, thank you for asking."

Judging from the suspicious stares coming from the squad, she had a feeling her attempt wasn't quite effective.

"Alright then, where's Loverboy-kun? I'm hungry!"

"But Bina-chan, we just had lunch and dessert."

"Oh, Tio-chan? Are you saying we shouldn't at least have a taste of Kimihito-kun's amazing creations?"

Zombina's response caused Tio to momentarily rethink herself. She did have a point.

"Well...I guess we could, uh...grab a bite..."

Manako kept quiet, but deep down she also wished the same thing. Meanwhile Dopp stared at her two squad members with an annoyed face.

"You two are going to gain weight alot sooner, mark my words."

In the middle of their heated discussion, Centorea decided to answer their question.

"I'm sorry, Master... isn't here. He went to buy some more groceries for dinner after Miia...uhm, used them up."

What followed was a wave of "Awww"s coming from both Zombina and Tionishia.

Zombina replied, "What a shame...anyway! Now that we got that outta the way, we came here coz we wanna check on our "little" friend...Doomguy." She said, while smiling like a psychopathic maniac.

Centorea was mildly surprised. Did they not know?

"Oh...him. Well, I'm sorry once again,but he's..not here."

"Huh?/What?/ Eh?"

The MON squad seemed awfully shocked. So they didn't know.

"Pardon, let me explain. The Doomslayer has a..daily routine. Every evening he will go out of the house for a workout, and then he will return at night. Sometimes, he can be a little late and do not return until during midnight, or even until the next morning."

It seemed the squad was not satisfied with the explanation.

Doppel asked, "Wait, it's 7 o'clock already, and he hasn't returned? What kind of workout lasts for hours? Who in the world would stay at a gym or jog around the town until midnight or morning?"

"Well... I mean, it's Doomguy. I wouldn't be surprised he could do push ups that long." Zombina lazily surmised.

"M-maybe he's not telling the truth?"

Manako's sentence caused everyone's thoughts to be halted. Why would the Doomslayer lie?

"Oh, Zombina? Tio-chan? What are you guys doing here?" Miia had decided to catch up to Centorea and was surprised to see the MON squad at the front door.

"Isn't it obvious? They wanna meet Mr. Doomguy." Rachnera cleverly guessed from behind Miia.

"Rachnera? Do you know something?" Centorea asked.

"Hmm, did you tell them about Mr. Doomguy's daily routine? I suppose you find it suspicious that a man of enigmatic origins and purposes, who seemed unfazed with anything in the world, clad in an impenetrable suit of armor, and a temper like no other, would be interested in doing mere exercises during the night, no less?"

Rachnera's words couldn't have struck any deeper. And more truthful. Centorea and Miia was confused by her remark, but the MON squad seemed to catch on.

After all, they'd seen what he was capable of, first-hand.

"Say, Cerea-san, whenever Doomguy returns from his...daily session, does his suit look a bit dirty?" Zombina asked.

Centorea thought for a second, and responded. "No, I don't think so. But... sometimes I do smell a very faint but terrible stench coming from his suit."

"Now that you mentioned it, I sometimes smelled it too. I just thought Doomguy-san worked out too much and needed a shower." Miia replied.

Zombina's eyes narrowed. "What kind of smell?"

Centorea paused for a moment, then it clicked.

"It smelled like...blood."

The silence that followed was awfully tense.

"Guys, I think we should find him."

"What makes you say that, Doppel?"

"I just have this really strong feeling something absolutely out of this world is going to happen again, and our green friend is gonna have something to do with it."

"Even so, Doppel-chan, how are we going to do that? He could be anywhere by now."

"Well it's not like he's on wheels anyway. It shouldn't take long."

Centorea turned towards Rachnera, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"How did you know all that? How long have you been suspecting him?"

Rachnera simply smiled.

"Hm. Let's say after my own personal 'experience' with him, I learnt a thing or two about our 'mutual friend'. He's definitely not something that either of us could comprehend, and he has quite a short fuse. He has an inhuman amount of strength, and he's not afraid to use it. I didn't need to look at him twice to know that he's done some very questionable things, and he's not afraid to do more of them."

Centorea gulped. Miia also sheepishly frowned in silence. It appeared their secondary host was more than meets the eye.

Centorea herself had suspected something was very fishy with the man in green, but she was willing to put up with it as long as he didn't get in the way of Master.

But to think that he may have taken lives? Why would even Smith allow a criminal to live in their household? Was she drunk when she made that decision? Was it intentional?

"Hey, what are you guys doing here?"

Everyone's attention turned to the source of the new voice, belonging to none other than Kimihito, carrying a bunch of raw meat and greens for dinner.

"Ahh, there you are, Loverboy. About time you showed up." Zombina teased.

"Master! Did you happen to meet Doomslayer-sama when you were walking home?" Centorea shouted.

"What? Uhh, no? Why, what's going on?" Kimihito naively answered with his typical blank expression.

Unbeknownst to the girls, deep inside, his mind was erratic.

'Oh god, what is it this time!? What did he do again? Why do bad things always happen to me!?'

His plan worked. He had planned everything.

The sacrifices. The portal. It was all going according to plan.

Then he arrived.

And it all fell apart afterwards.

He couldn't believe it with his own eyes. The mighty force of Hell, wiped out by a single man. But it was no ordinary man.

The Priest told him, of the legends of the Slayer. His reputation, his prowess. It all sounded far-fetched. How could one man be so powerful?

He needed more sacrifices. More people to recruit. Those who are willing to believe, to complete his bidding. He needed to fulfill his task. Otherwise, he would never be able to reclaim what was lost to him.

This... Doomslayer be damned. He will get what he wanted. No matter the costs.

"The Slayer is a threat to our cause...as long as HE is in this world, our mission remains impossible, and your dream...shall remain just that, a mere dream."

"Then tell me...how? HOW are we going to get rid of him?"

"Hmm...never fear, for HIS conquest will come to an end. He may be the Unchained Predator, but he is no longer the powerful beast, he once was. After all, no one is eternal...not even the Slayer.

For now, I shall need you to accomplish your goal. This world, is ripe with Argent Energy, and that is exactly what we need. Go, gather the sacrifices. And in the end, I will ensure you, shall be graciously rewarded."

"...yes, I will."

And accomplish he did.

Dozens of liminals, most of which without a host, and separated from their own homelands, made them easier targets. It took a while, but with a decent amount of followers at his behest, more work could be done more efficiently.

With this, another Gore Nest could be made. More complete than the last one. This time, they had all the time in the world.

The Hell Priest simply smiled, knowing the pathetic humans will make sure his work doesn't go unfinished.

This alternate Earth, is so similar to the one they had seen before, yet also so different. The presence of these.."liminals", as they were referred to by the humans, are intriguing in their own right, in terms of biology.

Perhaps even more intriguing, is the presence of the very familiar Argent within their blood. Hundreds of different races, yet each share the same trait: biological Argent Energy. All the more reason why such a world is not to be left untouched.

The last invasion was merely a showcase. A warning to the inhabitants. To let this unsuspecting world know, that they are not alone. That there are forces far beyond their own, a force to be reckoned with. This world is far inferior in technological advancements compared to the one he had encountered before, and thus, far less challenging to conquer.

After the first attack caused quite a stir among their society, recruiting ignorant humans to their cause was much easier. All it took was a few tempting promises, whether it be wealth, power, or immortality. And sometimes a few simple death threats.

Another attack such as this, and the rest of humanity on this rock shall find their own faiths and beliefs faltered.

Once enough of the world's populace began worshipping Hell, all the souls shall be ripe for harvesting. Even the various nonhuman species native to this planet are just as valuable as more expendable resource for Argent. Just as it was promised by the Dark Lord of Hell.

The only problem right now, is him. He was like an immensely large venomous dagger stuck onto their side, slowly but painfully pushing within, destroying everything it touches with no sign of stopping.

But that problem will not be for long, as now the Priest had promised he had something much stronger at his disposal. Something that could perhaps solve their "little" predicament.

Dozens of hooded figures stood, circling the pile of dead corpses, ready to be harvested. They chanted in an otherworldly language, causing the pile to glow red.

The corpses began merging together, letting out a disgusting sound of bones and meat crushing towards itself. Soon, a bright crimson orb began forming itself on top of the pile of gore.

Among the hooded figures, one smiled. The Nest was nearly complete.

--

"Mommy, what is that thing?"

"Shush, don't look that way. Keep walking."

"Hey, did you see something green flashing by earlier?"

"Why is he running? Missing a sale?"

"What is that, a liminal? Why is it walking around without a host?"

"What the hell is up with that armor?"

"Wait, I know that guy... he's the Green Beast, right?"

"Who, the vigilante? that's him?"

Strangers pass by, their voices so faint yet not unnoticed. All directed towards a particular person. Not that said person actually cared.

Every night, he always go out, looking for something, anything, that can help him find clues. Clues on how to get back. He's not going to just sit at one place and babysit a bunch of demihumans who couldn't restrain themselves most of the time.

The Asaka Incident will not be the last one. They will come again, more dangerous than ever. If-no, when another invasion will occur, and he knew it will, this time he'll be prepared for it. And hopefully, no innocent lives could be wasted this time.

Except for over half a dozen nights, all he managed to do, was punch a few dozen shady looking guys on the dark streets and corners trying to take advantage of some poor couples, and somehow even foil a small robbery one time. The police even thanked him, despite the "collateral damage" he caused. Maybe they were just too afraid to arrest him. Who knows.

Which was why the locals had somehow given him a name. The Green Beast. That's a stupid name. But then again, why should he care?

Nighttime is far different compared to day. Various artificial light sources illuminate the countless streets and sidewalks, commercial districts including shops and restaurants filling almost every building block.

Not that all of those actually caught any interest from the Doomslayer.

As he swiftly breezed through every person, every corner, every building, at a nearly inhuman speed, his mind focused on a particular place. Ground zero.

Ever since the Asaka Incident, the ground zero of the demonic attack, a large suburban area of the prefecture, now nothing more than a landscape of ruins, had been completely closed off by the government. Most of the area had been mostly cleaned up, though some of the ruins were still left untouched as reconstruction had not been considered for financial reasons.

The entire region had been secured by the police, with a set patrols guarding the border. All of them were armed with small firearms, packing both non-lethal and lethal rounds. The local police force had taken rather drastic measures to ensure no one could enter or leave the site of the incident.

Obviously, none of that would be able to stop the Slayer.

["Acquiring data..."]

VEGA seemed to be taking quite a while. Much longer than he usually thought.

["Apologies, Slayer...your Praetor Suit's basic energy supply and limited capacity are not fully compatible for my system. Due to these restrictions, my basic computational capabilities will take much longer to complete."]

Well, obviously his suit isn't much of a contender compared to the entire Mars facility. But VEGA just had to make do with it. Thankfully, the AI proved more useful than he anticipated.

["... scanning complete. Slayer, I detected a wave of Argent energy patterns coming from approximately 1.03 kilometres from here. I could not accurately pinpoint the exact origin of the surge, however the pattern originated from the north of your position. You should be able to reach the origin at your current speed in approximately 2 minutes 27 seconds.

However, given the police border surrounding the ground zero, you might have to alter your course to find a different way in without alerting your presence to the local law enforcement. Although I believe, you have no intention of doing so, Slayer?"]

The AI definitely read his mind.

The Doomslayer kept his pace, eventually leaving the populated section of the town, and into the former warzone.

-

It was a fairly quiet shift, with little to no action for a couple of police officers, who were unfortunate enough to have to work the night shift, in this particular night. For them, lying on the wire fence while enjoying a few cigarettes, were the most interesting thing to happen tonight.

Soon, all of that was about to change.

"Hey...do you see something weird over there?"

"Huh? What?"

"Looks like something really big...and green..."

"...huh? Have you taken your meds this morning?"

"No, no...look."

Over the dark horizon, slightly illuminated by the lights from the populated parts of the town nearby, the presence of a green silhouette has made itself known.

"Huh... that's weird."

"Yeah."

Said silhouette seemed to become ever so slightly, bigger with each passing second.

"Hey, do you think that... thing looks like it's getting bigger?"

"What, you mean like, getting closer?"

"Yeah."

The silhouette became much clearer the closer it got, as more humanoid features began to appear.

"Hey...it looks, kinda...human."

"What, like a person?"

"Yeah."

The humanoid figure seemed ever so distant, yet closer with each passing moment. Yet, the two officers were still caught in their places, trapped by their own curiosity.

"Wait, I think it's a guy in...a costume?"

"A costume? Like some kinda cosplayer?"

"Yea-"

fwhooosh

RATTLE

And just like that, the very fence they were tasked to guard, were now left with a human-sized hole in it.

"What the-did you see that!?"

"That thing just zipped passed us and rushed through the fence!!!"

"Call in everyone!! We got an INTRUDER!!!"

--

["I believe your actions would have alerted the police officers earlier, Slayer. I predict we have around 90 seconds before the local police force could reach us, assuming you keep your constant speed."]

He didn't care whether the humans could reach him or not. He just needed to stop whatever's coming before more lives were put in danger.

["Slayer, the Argent energy wave patterns are becoming stronger. I can now calculate the exact point of origin of this sudden energy surge. There is a small factory not far from here, recently destroyed during the first attack. This energy surge almost mimics the one we encountered before, except much more potent.

Slayer, I can accurately predict that another Gore Nest had just been constructed, and perhaps a much bigger wave would arrive from the portal. Prepare for a fight."]

He was grinning. Of course he's prepared. He always was.

Finally, after what felt like weeks cleaning up scum on the streets, every night punching some lowlifes in the face, and getting some kind of attention he didn't need, he could finally have some real action.

It didn't take long until the Doomslayer noticed something abnormal on the road ahead of him. An empty police vehicle, with its sirens broken. And not far from it, on the road pavement, blood.

As his eyes trailed forward, he saw the source of the pool of blood. It was another police officer, or rather, what's left of him. The lower half of his body had gone missing, leaving only his upper half.

Beside the half corpse, was a beaten up walkie-talkie, still mainly functional.

"..ttzzzhhht...got an intru- tzzhhtt...I repeat...we got- tzzzhht- der!! Shiroma-san! Can you- tzzhhtt- me!? Are you th- tzzhhtt-..."

The Slayer was silent. His fists shaking.

He was too late again.

["Doomslayer, I suggest we move quickly, now."]

VEGA didn't need to say that. He knew what to do. With a swift motion, his Combat Shotgun materialized in his hands.

The corpse was still fresh, which meant they're not far from here. Good.

As he kept his pace, the uncanny visage of a large abandoned building caught his eyes. Not because it was abandoned. But because half of its walls and foundation were covered in flesh. Alarming signs of heavy demonic presence. That should be the factory VEGA meant.

Stepping into the building, he ignored the fleshy sounds of meat and bones crushed under his footsteps. There were no artificial lights around, except for the bright glow of the orb in the middle of the mess, above an accumulation of corpses, warped beyond recognition. None of which seemed like they're of human origin.

But something's not right. Here is a large Gore Nest, completely unprotected, with no demons to be found. Why?

["Slayer, be alert. I'm detecting several major Argent traces clustered together around us. This was a trap. The demonic forces have us surrounded."]

As VEGA finished, he could hear the loud roars and screeches coming from behind-no, from the front-wait, no. Everywhere around him.

So it was indeed a trap. They were luring him here, intending on attacking him all at once.

Big mistake.

["Now playing, Rip and Tear by Mick Gordon."]

Bang

Before the first Imp could conjure its first fireball, it suddenly lost its sight and consciousness. Its head was now reduced to pieces.

Two Revenants flew upwards, blasting their rockets towards the Hellwalker. None hit its target.

Doomslayer responded in kind, with three homing rockets towards one of the Revenants. He quickly switched to the Gauss Cannon and blew the head off of the other.

3 more Imps began raining fireballs at the unstoppable force, only wasting their energy in the process. He dodged each of them, and delivered a salvo of micro missiles towards the horde.

Smash

A powerful shockwave sent him away, and he barely regained his stance. Two Hell Knights came charging in wildly. He did the same.

Switching to his Shotgun, he fired an Explosive Shot towards one of them, and threw his frag grenade towards the other, causing both to slightly stagger for a moment. He rapidly took out his Chaingun and deployed the Mobile Turret mode, raining dozens of lead upon the unlucky pair.

Jumping forward, he delivered a powerful uppercut which tore off the Hell Knight's lower jaw, and finished it with a knee to its forehead, shattering it. The last remaining Knight tried to claw away at the Slayer, but he was faster.

BLAM

A Super Shotgun blast tore off parts of its arm and claws, and he came for the kill. Within a second, the Knight's remaining arm was torn off its body, and its skull was cracked open by a swing of its own disembodied arm.

Three Cacodemons flew in and began spewing their bile upon the green reaper. Two of them was almost immediately disintegrated by two consecutive fully charged Gauss Cannon shots. The last Cacodemon tried to fly away for safety, but it was all for naught.

Two rockets came flying in, and the Cacodemon was in near death. The Slayer threw another grenade towards the Cacodemon's open mouth, forcing it to swallow the live explosive. Within seconds, it exploded in a glorious rain of blood and flesh.

A single Hell Razer tried to snipe the Slayer from afar, emphasis on the word "tried". The Slayer sniped it first, a powerful Siege shot, more than enough to turn it into a puddle.

Two more Hell Razers came into view, alongside 4 more Imps. They rained hellfire upon the Slayer, yet the latter simply dodged, or withstood everything they threw at him.

He pulled out his Shotgun and fired an explosive round to the first Razer, before finishing it with a rocket straight to its guts. Switching back to the Heavy Assault Rifle, he fired more micro missiles to the other Razer, staggering it. Using his Super Shotgun, he simply blasted through each Imp that dared get in his path.

The Razer regained itself, only to find the Slayer in front of it, in all his glory. He grabbed the Razer's head, twisted it full circle, and pulled it apart from its torso, before throwing it to a nearby Imp. The initial shock of seeing its comrade's head caused the Imp its life.

BLAM

As another Super Shotgun blast reduced the upper half of its torso to a bloody mist.

ROOOOAAARRGGH

Soon after, three Barons of Hell came crashing onto the party. Two of them kept lobbing projectiles toward the Slayer, while the last one angrily dashed towards him. Unfortunately for the Baron, the Slayer had the same idea.

vrum-vrum-vrum-vrrrrruummmm

Chainsaw in hand, he double jumped and let the blade speak for him. Rotating chains rapidly cut through the Baron's skull, until its head was now in two pieces.

Switching to the Plasma Rifle, he fired a Stun Bomb towards the last two Barons, and immediately unleashed a hail of superheated plasma unto them. He rapidly switched again to his Super Shotgun, sprinted closer to the pair, and delivered two shots to the first Baron. The first shot, to destroy its torso. The second, to destroy its face.

The last Baron swiftly smashed the ground, in a desperate effort to push the Slayer back. He responded, by switching to his Shotgun and delivering another explosive round to the Baron. Then another. Then another.

Now barely in one piece, the Baron looked through its remaining functional eye, and was horrified upon seeing the Slayer's fists speeding towards it. One punch staggered it, another managed to tear off one of its horns. Grabbing it, the Slayer ended its painful existence, with a stab through the brain.

And with that, the battle was already over.

Wait, that was it?

["End track."]

["All demonic presence had been wiped out. There are no more demons left."]

No, that couldn't be all there is. He had just started having fun. Besides, that horde was too small. Barely large enough to even be considered as a scouting group. Unless...

["Slayer, I detected a massive surge of Argent Energy radiating from the Gore Nest. I suspect either another horde coming through the portal, or perhaps, something else entirely."]

Just as VEGA finished his sentence, a bright glow coming from the Nest, blinded the Slayer temporarily.

Thump

Thump

Thump

Those were huge footsteps. Whatever that was, it was surely huge as well. The Slayer opened his eyes, and for the first time, he was truly surprised.

It was big. Bigger than even a Baron. Almost as big as the Cyberdemon he fought before. Except instead of dark green, its skin was a pale tan. Its body seemed like a mismatch of organic and cybernetic parts strung together. It has a large cannon as an arm, and it looked very pissed.

ROAAAARRR

Not even a tinge of fear in its eyes. And now it sounded like it was challenging him.

So it seemed Hell had finally began stepping up their game. Good. He was craving for more challenge. And apparently, someone heard him.

The Doomslayer cocked his Combat Shotgun. This is where the real fun begins.

Codex Entry 2

Category: Monsters

Entry: Cacodemon

UAC REPORT FILE: VQB8LSIU

Cacodemons are monstrous psionic demons driven by the desire to feed. They display limited intelligence, but are so often sent into the fray as their natural size and abilities make them an intimidating weapon for the demon-horde.

UAC REPORT FILE: 01152007

When a Cacodemon senses the presence of the living, it will hunt them relentlessly until it gets close enough to gnaw on them using an impressive set of mandibles. To aid the hunt, the Cacodemon has a psychoactive narcotic bile which it spews at range. On contact, this bile inhibits the perception of the target and compromises movement. The effects wear off after a few moments, which is often enough time for the lumbering beast to get within bite range.

Author's Note

In case you're wondering, NO I'm not dead. Just braindead, probably.

So, uhh...yeah.. it's been a while, hasn't it? I'm sorry. This update took, ages to finally come. I didn't plan for this to happen, but some personal stuff got in the way and gave me a writer's block, and then I just forgot all about my fanfics. It's shameful to admit it, but sometimes we don't get the free time we needed.

For those of you who had been following since the beginning, thank you for being patient. I didn't plan it to take this long, but again, real life got in the way. Writer's block can be a real bitch.

I have mentioned before in this fic, but if I haven't, I'll inform you: I'm not a fully dedicated writer. I do not have a set schedule on when to write and update my stories. And sometimes, I couldn't even write anything because my mind decided to betray me. So I apologize if the next update would take weeks, or even months, or god forbid, YEARS. I couldn't imagine being gone for that long, and hopefully, I wouldn't have to.

No, I will NOT abandon this story, or any of my other ones. It just...takes a while for me to get going. And sometimes, you just don't have the time to do what you want, as much as you wanted to.

Thank you for reading. Until next time.