The growls, roars and hisses of demons filled the air of what once was a planet, a home, a safe place for those to rest after the demonic invasion five years ago. Places that had been built, torn to shreds mer seconds after the demonic outbreak.

You ran threw the streets, panting as you tried to find a safe place full of a world of sinners. Hoards of imps and more chasing you down and throwing pesky fireballs at you. You leaped from one island, jumping a gap to a large platform on another island, avoiding the hoard who gave up after your escape.

You panted. Crashing to your knees as you tried to catch you breath. Once you gathered yourself, you went to stand, only to hear a large roar unlike anything else in this world and Wing beats. Curious, you looked up, but nothing. Then a large crash behind you, sending shocks threw your feet which made you fall.

You tucked over so you were on your butt to see what had landed behind you, only to be met with- was that a FUCKING dragon? With a Goddamn turret on its back? The creature growled as what you guessed was its owner jumped off the back of the beast. The Doom slayer.

The Man who had saved the world and Mars over and over again from hells followers, who had fallen into hells dimention and ripped and tore untill it was done. A man who barely spoke a word, but his actions spoke for him. A ruthless killer of these sinners that had even the strongest demons cowering in fear.

He looked at you threw his helmet. His hand moving to rest on the neck of his dragon as he stared at you, his fur cape blowing softly in the winds, the background noise being the dragons growls and breaths and the screams of innocent humans dying under the demonic invasion.