Chapter 3: Preposition
The Doomslayer now stands in front of the supposed Satan.
"I have a question, Devil."
"Yes?"
"You're not the same Satan I killed millennia ago. The one who recorded the Testaments. Are you his daughter?"
The demoness sighs.
"Yes, you did kill my father. And no, I don't hold a grudge against you for killing him. He was quite the horrible father. Ignored me because I didn't look demon enough. This actually saved my life. You were the one who stormed my home, and you stormed my room. You saw my small innocent frame, and ignored me. I am thankful you spared me."
"So you were the little half demon girl back then. Sorry about yelling at you and aiming the BFG at you."
"It's alright. I inherited the memories from my father, and instead of being full of hate, his thoughts about you were full of admiration. You interested him. Never had a mortal being been able to fight for so long against his armies, which is why he chose to seal you away, instead of kill you. And that's also why he died right after recording the Last Testament. He died with a smiles on his face and a hole in his chest, after using himself as bait for your sealing."
"I knew that wasn't a normal Baron. Yeah, he had larger horns and a second pair of arms, but I thought he was just a super soldier."
"It's funny how dense you sometimes be."
"More like blinded by bloodlust."
The Lord of Hell giggles. She sighs and stares at Doomslayer's helmet.
"Hellwalker. May you remove your helmet?"
"Sure. I asked you a question, makes you should ask a request from me."
That caught the attention of all the other demons within earshot. The Baroness of Hell spins around so fast, she nearly throws the Imp into a wall. The Summoner stops trying to summon more of her sisters, and she also turns to face the Doomslayer. The Hell Knight slightly shifts so she gets a proper glance. The Cacodemon spins around, her eye glowing with curiosity. Several of the Possessed blink in confusion. The Hell Razer calmly turns towards the Doom slayer, smirking. The Mancubus stops polishing her massive blasters and also turns towards them. The Lost Soul stops trying to dive bomb a stray Possessed Scientist and also turns around. The Revenant stares cautiously as the Doomslayer raises his hands, and presses something on the back of his helmet. With a quiet hiss, the helmet slides off his head, and the rugged scarred face of William Blaskowicz.
"My, my, my. I wasn't expecting someone so handsome."
"I'm flattered. What's did you think I looked like?"
Satan's Mind
Normal world
"More disfiguring scars. That's all. I could make you... look younger."
"What?
(Doom memes!)
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