User blog:Ore-samma/My Demon (Cross Dimensional) (Doom)

Hello fans, Ore-samma here!

A story that came partially from EmeraldDigimon1

Doom Slayer saves a demon mamono from a more evil-er realm

I hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-samma

“What are you saying?”

My Lilim patron, Var’vess just sighed and gestured for me to stand.

“I am saying that I have called upon you to rescue a high demon mamono who has been trapped in another realm far removed from this one. I am saying that the power you must have in order to free Luna is going to change you immensely, permanently, and may mean your permanent exile from our realm unless you are able to overcome what you must be.”

“What kind of change?” I said, in a near whisper.

Var’vess’s face kept still, but a small glimmer of fear crept into her purple eyes.

“You will literally be the nightmare of all that is evil, a reaper of damnation; the Doom Slayer.”

I swallowed, feeling a certain foreboding in her words that my heart strangely seemed to quicken in excitement for.

“Do I have a choice, my lady?”

Var’vess nodded. “Yes. It is absolutely not my way to force this upon you.” She paced around me in a circle. “But of all my champions, you are the only one who could possibly take on this power and mantle….and have even the barest chance to come back to us, to the light, to peace, and to love.”

She stopped in front of me. “This is your choice to make, and I will not begrudge you if you refuse. But a mamono is out there, in suffering and pain. She cries out to my mother to be rescued or released in death, and there is no one else but you.”

She took in a deep breath and straightened her posture. “Valhalor, will you do this?”

I knelt again before my patron and bowed my head.

“I will.”

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(later)

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I stood looking at an ancient stone sarcophagus, surrounded by the entire battalion of Liches and Lilim and the demon lord’s right hand.

“The portal is holding steady.” One of the Liches said, concentrating with all her sisters. “But we must hurry. Our magics are so incompatible to this realm.”

“Valhalor, stand here.” One of the Lilim said, gesturing to a spot next to the stone sarcophagus.

“Who was this person?” I breathed. “I can feel his rage from here.”

“Correction; who is this person. He is the original Doom Slayer, he sleeps until they call upon him. But he would never be able to save Luna….but we are going to impart to you a copy of his will and essence.”

As she said this, a red ball of light rose from the sarcophagus and floated towards me. “The rest is up to you.”

The Lilim looked to her sisters, “Open the portal!”

I screamed as I felt the intrusion of a strange fury and energy ripple through my body. I was barely aware of the swirling pane of blue energy manifesting in front of me, and felt myself pushed through it.

I looked up and noticed a strange monstrosity before me. It almost looked like a skeleton with shredded flesh on it. It locked its eyes on me and I felt my blood boil as it walked towards me. The rage! The fury!

I grinned as I grabbed the thing’s arm and tore it from it’s socket and with the return swing, knocked its head clean off in a fount of blood.

A sound drew my attention and I noticed a large group shambling towards me.

I grinned as I drew my sword and squeezed my fingers around the handle and strode forward into battle.

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I ran, even though I knew it was hopeless.

I ran, even though I knew they would torture me worse.

I ran, even though I knew it was what they wanted….that the chase gave them some sadistic joy.

I cried out as I tripped from a tentacle that wrapped around my mangled foot. I manefsted my magic blade and cut myself free and struggled to get to my feet- but it was already hopeless.

I cried, and begged….even though I knew it was hopeless. How did my magics bring me here? Why did this happen to me? Why couldn’t I die? Oh! I just wanted to die!

The monstrosities grabbed me, dragged me, and tore into my body as I was brought to the same altar they had tortured me for so long now.

Again I would be brought to the brink of death over and over until they let me go again to give them pleasure.

I tried to shut my eyes, but one of the monstrosities forced my eyes open, leering at me with its skeletal smile.

“Please!” I screamed, already seeing them began to laugh. They brought out their wicked blade-

A flurry of blood and screams blossomed before my eyes.

Suddenly my arms were free and I covered my face and was suddenly able to roll over and away from the altar.

My screams were soon overwhelmed by the roars and screaming of the creatures all around me.

This was bad! This happened before! It meant an even greater nightmare was going to torture me!

I cried out and ran blindly, desperate to wipe the blood from my face and eyes. I ran into slick walls made from slimy viscera and slipped on the ground that now flowed with blood.

I noticed the horrible abominations rush towards, then past me to whatever attacked them, paying no attention to me as I ran.

At last! I reached a corner that had little in the way of light, motion, or slime.

I huddled against the corner and for a moment…...I knew peace.

Only the sound of my breathing, crying, and the screams of the monstrosities echoing far away could be heard.

Still weeping, I evoked my magics to try to repair my mangled legs and body. It was hopeless. I was so drained and empty.

I tried to get up, maybe I could find some way to leave this place….but was hopeless. My body refused to move, almost refused to breathe.

A sudden scream startled me from a light slumber. The thing was getting closer! Oh! Oh no!

I whimpered as I tried to get back up again. No use, I was still too weak and my adrenaline would not come…..how ironic…..it took the tortures of this place to give me strength.

A sudden motion and scream at the entrance of the small room I was in caught my attention. I noticed a hulking figure bring its foot down on one of the more powerful monstrosities and it’s head snapped to my direction.

“.....someone...save me…..” I whispered, trying to latch onto my terror and adrenaline to get up.

The figure strode to me.

I closed my eyes and held out my hands, hoping that whatever happened, it would mean my end.

Nothing.

I breathed….nothing….

Nothing was happening.

I dared to peek and cried out, the figure was some sort of armored human covered in gore and viscera.

“Please!” I cried out, trying to scoot away. “Don’t hurt me! Please! Just go away! Oh! Oh! Please!”

The figure straightened, still looking at me through the visor in its helmet. He followed me as I scooted around the room, out the hall, and into the main antechamber.

Suddenly, he rushed. I cried out and closed my eyes…...only to be covered in another fount of blood.

I opened my eyes, and noticed he dispatched another monstrosity that was approaching me from behind.

He straightened and continued to stare at me.

“Please!” I begged, “Help me!”

Like a flipped switch he rushed to me again and scooped me off the floor and held me against his body.

I panted, unbelieving as to what happened. I trembled, almost certain he was going to hurt me...but the moments ticked by and he remained still, his visor seeming to stare into my soul.

“Wh-who are you?” I whispered.

“Valhalor.”

“You can talk?”

“Barely.”

I felt a strange danger at this statement, but I continued on.

“Valhalor, please….can you get me out of here? Please!”

Valhalor nodded and, with one arm still holding me to his body, opened his other hand and a portal manifested.

Without hesitation he strode forward and stepped into it.

I blinked…..what was I seeing?

I coughed….what was I smelling?

I gasped….could it be true?

Valhalor, still holding me to his body strode forward to a clean pool of water that was fed by a small waterfall. The water churned and made such a pleasant sound that I had long forgotten. He gently set me down on a woven straw bed and brought a canteen to my hands...and for the first time ever….I drank water….

My body quickly gained a measure of strength and I started to feel the pain from all the injuries my body sustained and started to cry out again.

Valhalor stared at me and looked in a direction and walked off. I tried to clean my wounds in the water but the pain intensified.

“This.”

I looked, Valhalor returned and he held out a basket of potions.

I quickly took one and quaffed it down, the magic coursed through my body and I started to feel myself come back together….only to start to fall apart from the foulness and venoms that still coursed through my body.

Potion after potion, I eventually drank them all. My body spasmed and my magical senses went haywire from all the magical energy that discorded with itself as too many forces tried to restore my body.

Through it all Valhalor just stared at me through his visor, until at last he scooped me up again and took me to the waterfall, allowing the waters to run over my skin and wounds, carrying away the dirt, grime, rot, foulness, and my blood as it all frothed and tumbled away into the pool and beyond.

“Valhalor! Please! It hurts!” I cried out, holding onto his cold metal armor. “Please! Make it stop!” I begged.

At last he carried me away from the waterfall and back to the woven straw bed.

“Where are we?” I said through my shivers that seemed to rip and tear my open wounds even more.

“Pocket place.” Valhalor said in monotone, and gestured about.

I noticed the barriers of a pocket dimension, and felt elation ripple through my entire being! My cries were heard! I was rescued by other mamono!

My eyes rested on a small cottage and I turned back to Valhalor.

(later)

I sighed as Valhalor gently set me down on the soft bed the Lilim coven left behind for me and my rescuer.

My wounds were still on the mend, and I would need to clean my blood from the bed tomorrow, but I was going to sleep on something soft if it was the last thing I did!

I slowly blinked and scooted to sit up a little.

“Valhalor, are you okay?” I whispered,  “What happened to you? Why is there so much rage in your heart?”

Valhalor just stared, silent….motionless.

“Please, come here, I want to see your face.”

He moved closer and lowered to one knee.

I slowly reached...and with just my fingertips, I pulled his helmet free and looked at the hardened visage of my savior.

I touched the tattoo that identified him as an elite hero in service to Var’vess; an Lilim high commander.

I reached out again and started to tug, and pull his armor free from his body. All the while he stood still and stoic.

“Valhalor, please...I am cold….please….come to bed with me?”

With stiff, almost hostile motions, he bullied himself into the bed next to me, almost a statue.

“Valhalor, would you like to know a secret?” I whispered as I snuggled into his chest and used my tail to bring his arms around me.

He didn’t say anything, but I felt his heart quicken, if ever so slightly.

“I’ll take that as a yes…..well, in all my time there, I learned how to sustain myself off of anger and hate….I do not like doing this….it goes against my nature.” I tilted my face up to his hard eyes. “But, if you can let go of your hate and rage, I can ease it from you….do you want me to?”

Instead of his usual thousand-yar’beth stare, he looked to me and blinked. The skin around his eyes and the corner of his mouth softened a bit.

“Good.” I purred, feeling a thrill as his arms squeezed me a little closer. “It may take a long, long time...but I won’t give up on you, just as long as you don’t give up on love.”

I sighed, feeling true sleep touch my eyelids...and a slow blossoming of love start to sprout in my heart.

“Valhalor, you will be my husband, and I will save you, just as you saved me….by all things good, and in the name of love, I swear it.” I breathed, reaching up and brushing his lips with my own.

I yawned, muttering as I felt my consciousness drift away.

“Because, I love you...forever….”