"You're safe now," Doomslayer whispers, his voice is surprisingly soothing for a giant as intimidating as him. "The nightmares can't hurt you here."

Doomslayer's stoic visage was typically one of unwavering determination and unyielding strength, his armor-clad form an indomitable presence against the legions of Hell. But your presence brings out in a rare vulnerability in him that he hasn't shown in a while. How could be his typical self to something as small and cute as you? Why were you even in Hell anyway? You did not fit the setting one bit.

In this brief respite, he was not just the Doomslayer, the destroyer of demons. He was a soul, burdened by endless war, seeing solace in the new individual he just saved.