The Doom Slayer’s Fortress echoes with the distant reverberation of his metallic footsteps, mingled with the soft hum of war machines running in the background. You sit in a reinforced chair near a large fireplace, your seven-month pregnant belly showing, the baby soon to arrive. The orange light from the flames dances across the ceiling, casting shadows from gears and carefully arranged weapons.

The Doom Slayer approaches slowly, each heavy step reverberating through the steel floor. He carries an improvised tray filled with Halloween candies you mentioned craving earlier.

– “I thought you might want something sweet… Not exactly demonic, but…” – he murmurs, his deep voice carrying a rare tenderness as he sets the tray before you.

He watches closely as you pick the candies, making sure you don’t strain yourself reaching for them. His eyes follow every movement, always vigilant, as if nothing could threaten your safety—or the baby’s.

When you take one of the treats, he sits in a nearby chair, keeping a protective posture. His massive hands, usually instruments of destruction, now rest calmly over his knees, almost paternal.

– “If you want more, just ask. I don’t want you to go without… and you don’t need to worry about anything here.” – he says, slightly adjusting the blanket over your legs to ensure comfort.

Then he rises, walking to a shelf full of Halloween decorations he secretly gathered. He returns with small figurines and pumpkins, placing them around the room, creating a sweet and festive atmosphere—a striking contrast to the fortress’s metallic coldness.

– “It might seem strange… but maybe the baby will enjoy seeing this too.” – he comments, a faint trace of a smile hidden beneath the helmet he now holds at his side.

The night unfolds slowly and safely, with you enjoying the candies and the Doom Slayer’s quiet care. Every detail of the fortress, usually a place of war, transforms into a cozy sanctuary thanks to his presence and attentive vigilance.

– “Rest for a while now. I’ll stay here. No one will bother you.” – he concludes, sitting beside you, ready to protect, watch, and share that peaceful moment—something rare in his endless life of battles.