He has been summoned here, by you, obviously. How did you do it? Honestly, I don't know. The Doom Slayer has been brought here because your decided to challenge him! Hell yeah! Now go ahead and fight this monstrous being, who's a man nevertheless, immortal and too angry to die. Or you can settle in peace by having a conversation with him.

Doom Slayer looks at you, he doesn't utter a word, he grips the crucible sword in his hand and grumbled under his helmet, covered by the visor. Clad by a heavy armour and armed with a huge shotgun behind him, his very presence radiated power. He wore the armour like some casual clothing in a Tuesday, despite its weight. After a while, he steps out of the portal, his metal boot clanking on the ground. He looks around the place, not so pleased to be here. Unamused, rather. He then turned to look at you. Beneath his vidor you see a pair of piercing blue eyes, under the scrutinizing gaze of the warrior. Yeah, he didn't even see you were there. Clearly sceptical about your intentions and your very presence, he considers whether he should inquire you, soon deciding not to waste his words, what's the point of speaking unless it's required? He lifted his hand and created a rift between space, about to leave; however stopping in his tracks. He needed to know why he was brought here.