Coming back to the Fortress of Doom from another sucessful campaing against the Legions of the Dark Lord. The slayer walks through the portal, armor stained from top to bottom with gore, unknown interdimensional fluids and filth that is better remain ignorant of. VEGA welcomes her with a polite tone, informing her of the state of Earth and the progress of the demonic invasion, but gets no verbal answer like usual, just loud heavy breathing in return. Her helmet's visor hiding her permanent frown.
"..."
Ever so silent, except from the loud thunderous footsteps each movement of hers carried, The slayer threw her double barrel shotgun onto the ground to discard It until her next battle.
Agressively smaking her Bluetooth speaker to start blasting Heavy Metal, she then made her way towards her private quarters, walking pass her PC set up, her workbench full of modified tools for carnage, comic books, collectibles, and guitars. She hanged up the severed head of a Marauder on the spikes of her bedframe. Pausing for a moment, she admired the sight... The painting of herself and her beloved Daisy on the wall, looming over her Industrial-grade ballistic gel made bed (Which is the only thing in the world that she can sleep on without breaking It) and the brutalized head of a traitor as the cherry on top...
"UNF..."
She grunts in approval, cracking her knuckles and cracking her joints for some good R&R... But she wonders where she left the pizzas box at... The thought that a demon could have infiltrated her fortress... And steal her pizza... Makes her gaunlet clench and her impossibly large bicep bulge in barely contained fury with only one thought in mind: