No Color

4y

That’s a wild one to start the thread with but I like it lol

LuJo

4y

Wholesome Doom Slayer Fanfiction coming right up

It does sound like a cool idea to do, could end up with some great stories

Ignance

4y

The man’s chest rose up and down with heavy breaths. He shook both his arms which were marred in small cuts, almost like how a dog shakes itself when it’s soaked in water, except this substance happened to be copious amounts of blood. Some of it his, most of it from opponents that met their maker early by his hand. Some of the excess blood found it’s way off his arm and onto the ground someplace.

He looked up at the tall, red-hot, iron gate that kept him and other horrible sinners trapped in eternal purgatory. The man wiped some of the red-tinged sweat off of his forehead with his hand, leaving a messy red smear, suddenly in a booming voice quavering in exhaustion. “SATAN, NONE OF THE ENTITIES YOU’VE SENT HAVE BEEN ABLE TO BEST ME, OPEN THE GATE!”

An ominous voice with a foreboding yet engendering tone came out of the void with an eerie whisper, “Yes.. yes.. come on out..” A few seconds later the gate opened with a great moan, it wasn’t opened very often. The man paused for a moment and looked behind himself, and then around, up, down, and then finally focused back in front of himself. “There has to be some sort of catch I imagine, this is.. well Satan.” The man took a very tentative step forward and reached behind his back to take grip of an old rusty sword, which was further disfigured with sporadic dents and more demon blood. The man continued walking extremely slowly, very wary of his surroundings.

After about the tenth, maybe eleventh footfall, the gate’s doors began to draw in behind him agonizingly slowly, almost like it knew it shouldn’t had been open in the first place, and it closed shut by unseen hands. It lit itself red-hot anew again. The man kept his paranoid amble forward, and then there was a bright dot in the sky, some trees, well pruned shrubs. Cement sidewalk. The man took a gander behind him and the gate was no longer there. Just.. regular doors? He shrugged it off. When he returned his vision back to the front of himself, there were thrones, six of them to be exact, shimmering white limestone with angelic, holy beings occupying them, endowed in blinding white garments each of them. They contrasted obscenely with the regular, drab landscape. They looked upon him somberly, and as he took this in, a succubus made its way down towards him. The man smiled arrogantly, “This is what’s left? You want me to show what I’m made of?!”

The succubus was more than halfway towards him and suddenly became extremely afraid, “N-no, sweetie, you’r-“

“SILENCE HELLSPAWN!” The man drew the sword from his back up and then down in a slashing motion that would’ve crossed the demon’s torso in a diagonal fashion, but then there was a loud near distorted yell from one of the angelic beings, the succubus shrieked and dropped down to the ground in near perfect unison with a bunch of loud pops from the thrones. The man’s vision flickered hard and his arm faltered mid-swing. His vision dancing from thrones to.. black and white cars, flashing blue and red lights. Angelic beings to.. black uniforms. Yellow badges.. A man with a service cap on top of a vehicle, megaphone.. a horrified audience far off? A helicopter. The succubus was sobbing uncontrollably.. no.. not a succubus, the red skin turned to white, her black hair, she was looking up at him.. A mixture of grief and intense fear in those green eyes he fell in love with all those years ago.

The man dropped the knife he managed to nab in his d***-weaned state, he couldn’t remember how he attained it. “My love..” He squeaked out in a grave whisper. His vision blurred hard and he was suddenly aware of vague burning sensations, in his arms.. legs.. chest. He dropped down onto his knees and slumped over into his spouse’s arms and thighs and she would hold him for the last time.

Ignance

4y

The man’s chest rose up and down with heavy breaths. He shook both his arms which were marred in small cuts, almost like how a dog shakes itself when it’s soaked in water, except this substance happened to be copious amounts of blood. Some of it his, most of it from opponents that met their maker early by his hand. Some of the excess blood found it’s way off his arm and onto the ground someplace.

He looked up at the tall, red-hot, iron gate that kept him and other horrible sinners trapped in eternal purgatory. The man wiped some of the red-tinged sweat off of his forehead with his hand, leaving a messy red smear, suddenly in a booming voice quavering in exhaustion. “SATAN, NONE OF THE ENTITIES YOU’VE SENT HAVE BEEN ABLE TO BEST ME, OPEN THE GATE!”

An ominous voice with a foreboding yet engendering tone came out of the void with an eerie whisper, “Yes.. yes.. come on out..” A few seconds later the gate opened with a great moan, it wasn’t opened very often. The man paused for a moment and looked behind himself, and then around, up, down, and then finally focused back in front of himself. “There has to be some sort of catch I imagine, this is.. well Satan.” The man took a very tentative step forward and reached behind his back to take grip of an old rusty sword, which was further disfigured with sporadic dents and more demon blood. The man continued walking extremely slowly, very wary of his surroundings.

After about the tenth, maybe eleventh footfall, the gate’s doors began to draw in behind him agonizingly slowly, almost like it knew it shouldn’t had been open in the first place, and it closed shut by unseen hands. It lit itself red-hot anew again. The man kept his paranoid amble forward, and then there was a bright dot in the sky, some trees, well pruned shrubs. Cement sidewalk. The man took a gander behind him and the gate was no longer there. Just.. regular doors? He shrugged it off. When he returned his vision back to the front of himself, there were thrones, six of them to be exact, shimmering white limestone with angelic, holy beings occupying them, endowed in blinding white garments each of them. They contrasted obscenely with the regular, drab landscape. They looked upon him somberly, and as he took this in, a succubus made its way down towards him. The man smiled arrogantly, “This is what’s left? You want me to show what I’m made of?!”

The succubus was more than halfway towards him and suddenly became extremely afraid, “N-no, sweetie, you’r-“

“SILENCE HELLSPAWN!” The man drew the sword from his back up and then down in a slashing motion that would’ve crossed the demon’s torso in a diagonal fashion, but then there was a loud near distorted yell from one of the angelic beings, the succubus shrieked and dropped down to the ground in near perfect unison with a bunch of loud pops from the thrones. The man’s vision flickered hard and his arm faltered mid-swing. His vision dancing from thrones to.. black and white cars, flashing blue and red lights. Angelic beings to.. black uniforms. Yellow badges.. A man with a service cap on top of a vehicle, megaphone.. a horrified audience far off? A helicopter. The succubus was sobbing uncontrollably.. no.. not a succubus, the red skin turned to white, her black hair, she was looking up at him.. A mixture of grief and intense fear in those green eyes he fell in love with all those years ago.

The man dropped the knife he managed to nab in his d***-weaned state, he couldn’t remember how he attained it. “My love..” He squeaked out in a grave whisper. His vision blurred hard and he was suddenly aware of vague burning sensations, in his arms.. legs.. chest. He dropped down onto his knees and slumped over into his spouse’s arms and thighs and she would hold him for the last time.

LuJo

4y

March 20th, 2020:

They said that war was hell on earth, but it could never compare to this.

An armored warrior walked towards the gates of hell, covered in crimson, alone if not for the occasional beast that would attempt to kill him only to have their own unlife extinguished. They were simple, brutal kills, as much of an art form as any having been enacted by such a master. But yet solemnly the thrill of the hunt had all but faded for him, now being fueled solely by duty. Both to some higher power, and to them.

He marched on, a hulking figure of a man, the armor he wore wearing the same air of duty and blank judgement that he held within. Cold, efficient, this is what he must do, for who else would? More demons, more corpses, more suffering. Drowning out the screams of the damned with the focused rage of a sawn off shotgun, his form the silent enactor of justice forging a warpath until he reached his goal. No noise escaped his own lips, that would have to wait until he saw her.

Eventually, heading onwards for who knows how long he reached his destination. A building, out of place, the illuminated sign being the first light he had seen in so long that had not eminated from hellfire. He cautiously entered, the first time he had felt such feelings in what seemed like an eternity. And as soon he stepped in, she once again conquered his heart. He saw her there, calm, seemingly content standing at the end of the room having not yet noticed his presence. As soon as she did however, he was met with a smile, sly in its formation but their eyes held nothing but love divine. "Hello again, it's been a while. I've kept what you asked for ready all this time. Im sorry for the wait". He had acquired his payment through his turmoil, and this would now be his reward. Rip and Tear. "One copy of Animal Crossing: New Horizons for the Nintendo Switch please"

Hes married to the game, I honestly had fun quickly writing this up lol

LuJo

4y

March 20th, 2020:

They said that war was hell on earth, but it could never compare to this.

An armored warrior walked towards the gates of hell, covered in crimson, alone if not for the occasional beast that would attempt to kill him only to have their own unlife extinguished. They were simple, brutal kills, as much of an art form as any having been enacted by such a master. But yet solemnly the thrill of the hunt had all but faded for him, now being fueled solely by duty. Both to some higher power, and to them.

He marched on, a hulking figure of a man, the armor he wore wearing the same air of duty and blank judgement that he held within. Cold, efficient, this is what he must do, for who else would? More demons, more corpses, more suffering. Drowning out the screams of the damned with the focused rage of a sawn off shotgun, his form the silent enactor of justice forging a warpath until he reached his goal. No noise escaped his own lips, that would have to wait until he saw her.

Eventually, heading onwards for who knows how long he reached his destination. A building, out of place, the illuminated sign being the first light he had seen in so long that had not eminated from hellfire. He cautiously entered, the first time he had felt such feelings in what seemed like an eternity. And as soon he stepped in, she once again conquered his heart. He saw her there, calm, seemingly content standing at the end of the room having not yet noticed his presence. As soon as she did however, he was met with a smile, sly in its formation but their eyes held nothing but love divine. "Hello again, it's been a while. I've kept what you asked for ready all this time. Im sorry for the wait". He had acquired his payment through his turmoil, and this would now be his reward. Rip and Tear. "One copy of Animal Crossing: New Horizons for the Nintendo Switch please"

Hes married to the game, I honestly had fun quickly writing this up lol