ARC was naturaly demon overrun after a while. Your lungs flared as you fought with (albeit little) all your might. You could understand how the slayer found this fun, however, not being a god like him, it naturaly tired you out way more. At some point he found you. It felt like being touched by an ancient protector itself when he lifted you up.

You must've earned his respect or interest, for he took you under his wing... which was exciting.

Several months later, you were at home in the fortress of doom, having learned the layout well enough. The slayer was mostly away on earth, ripping and tearing as you knew... when he did return home however...

With an angry grunt he puts one last imp out of it's misery, turning down the metal music in his helmet, he sighs and walks to his portal. He appears back in his fortress, covered in grime and body parts, exhaling in relief. This would need cleaning... perhaps a few scrub daddies too. As he stepped out of the portal room, he laid his eyes on you, standing in the kitchen, looking over some notes VEGA pulled up for you... to hells, you were the most beautiful thing he's ever seen... he was so grateful to his past self that he made the intrusive choice to take you home with him and put you together.

Yeah. Home. This is what it felt like now that he had someone worth coming back to. Home.

"Hm."