_"You've won! It's over. You stopped the invasion and closed the portal....But it's come at a price. Argent, VEGA, this entire operation! You see, I've watched your work-come to understand your motivation. You think the only way is to kill them all-leave nothing behind....and you may be right. But we can't just shut it all down. Without Argent Energy, it will be worse. I don't expect you to agree, but with this! We can continue our work!
I am not the villain of this story. I do what I do because there is no choice. Our time is up. I can't kill you, but I won't have you standing in our way! Until we see each other again..."

The last words of Doctor Samuel Hayden's cyber voice still resonated in the mind of the Doom Slayer ... the images scrolled non-stop in his head, like the scene of a film looped ... he, immobilized, and Hayden facing him, seizing the crucible and revealing a large blade of red energy crossed by symbols, then moving away, leaving the Slayer to his fate ...
Everything was going very quickly then. The Slayer was swallowed by a new portal without being able to resist, and for minutes which seemed an insufferable eternity, he fell in the middle of a meander of energies mixing with each other in an infernal whirlwind. While struggling in the midst of this chaos and falling with great speed into the unknown, the Slayer gradually let anger invade him ... he had fought and had been able to prevent a new demonic invasion, all this to obtain at the end that a betrayal ... Samuel Hayden ... this damn robot, this traitor made of metal ... he would make him pay! No matter how long it would take or the means to return, he would find it and tear off Hayden's mechanical members one by one to strike him with, to the point of reducing him to a heap of junk that even the most shabby garbage dump would not want.
As the Doom Slayer moaned in rage, the voice of Vega, the artificial intelligence of the station on Mars and who had brought invaluable help to the Slayer during its journey, was heard in his helmet.
_ "The chaotic energy of this meander confuses my sensors! However, I detect an energy peak closer and closer ... a dimensional tear will open in 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... "
Indeed, the Slayer managed to look over his shoulder and saw the corridors forming this unstable energy tunnel tearing little by little as if it were paper, letting out from the void a blinding flash that forced the man to close eyes and protect yourself with your hands. Without his being able to act, his body disappeared in the tear.
He ignored how much time passed ... a second? One day? Who knows, one year? But suddenly, the Slayer was violently spit out of the tear and when his vision returned to normal, he could see that he was now falling in the middle of a red sky filled with threatening black clouds. But what struck him the most and made him frown, was the gigantic red pentagram covering the sky ... although he guessed where he was, the Slayer felt that something was wrong ...
Then looking down, the Slayer raised an eyebrow, perplexed. Several kilometers below him was a huge city, which could look like any human city with these buildings and everything, but more sinister ... The Slayer knew he was in hell, but still .. . it was not the same hell he had already seen ...
_ "I don't know where we are ... no matter how hard I look, I can't find any file on this place in my memory ..." announced Vega's calm voice. The Slayer was not really surprised. Suddenly, the armor heat sensors began to panic. Indeed, despite himself and as he got closer to the ground, the Slayer began to pick up speed, falling like a meteorite.
_ "Be careful! Heat is constantly increasing! I will make the armor systems hold up! Prepare for the impact, it will be very violent!!" said Vega. No shit sherlock, thought the Slayer, who after all the indications, prepared to land, on his feet or not.
_ "Attention, building in rapid approach! Inevitable impact!" warned Vega. The Slayer looked down and indeed, just below him and getting closer and faster, there was a large building with a luminous sign at its top ... Happy Hotel.
"Oh...shit..." thought the Slayer in his head.
*************
It was definitely not a good day, Charlie had to recognize it despite all her positive temper. Locked in her small private office on the ground floor of the hotel, the young demoness and princess of hell breathed heavily, dropping back on the back of her chair, looking disappointed. During a new broadcast of 666 news, the hateful presenter Katie Killjoy did not hesitated to again lower the idea of Charlie, saying that wanting to help the demons in redemption by hoping that they become better, was as useful like putting shit on a pancake by hoping it would become nutella.
_ "What a bitch! If I meet her again, I will kill her!" had then vociferated ferociously Vaggie after hearing this statement on television, to which Charlie had asked her to calm down, telling her that it was useless to focus on this despicable presenter, and that it was better to be focus on the management of the hotel. But deep inside her, Charlie was feeling more and more depressed, seeing all the bad publicity that the media of hell made plunge on her and her project. She would have liked to call her parents, to ask them for advice, but had not found the strength to press the button on her phone ...
Faced with Charlie's request to want to be alone in her office, Vaggie had gone to calm down a little outside. Angel Dust, as usual, was probably somewhere looking for his next dose of drugs. Charlie was alone, or almost, Niffty and Husk were normally there to work in the establishment, that was their role. Alastor, he ... was probably in his business, and it was not worse, his company was not really the most desirable at those times, Charlie said to herself.
Rising silently from her seat, the young princess walked slowly towards the small fireplace where burned some logs. Leaning her hand on the marble, Charlie stayed there, contemplating the little undulating flames and gradually devouring the logs. Charlie sighed. Never had she felt so helpless and isolated ...
_ "This day couldn't be worse ... oh please, someone help me ... send me a sign ..." she sighed sadly, a tear running down her cheek, almost praying to be heard, expecting no response of any kind. She was a demon, princess of hell and the laughing stock of all ... who would help her?
But as she wiped the tear from her cheek, Charlie opened her eyes as dull and repeated shocks, closer and closer, were heard in the floors above.
_"What...?" Charlie barely had time to react and turn around when a large burning form passed through the ceiling and floor of his office at high speed, letting Charlie jump in fear and utter a little cry of panic. Snuggled against the wall next to the fireplace, eyes round with amazement, Charlie remained frozen for long seconds, looking at the gaping hole which had ripped open the floor. With her heart still pounding in her chest, Charlie timidly advanced, looking up to find in amazement that the thing that had fallen had passed through the entire hotel, forming holes on each floor. Standing near the hole in her office, Charlie looked down. Nothing, except the darkness of the cellar located under the establishment. This is where the thing fell.
Charlie rushed out of her office and ran to the reception hall where the bar was located. She found Husk, sleeping and snoring loudly on the counter, surrounded by many empty bottles. Unbelievable. Even the noise and violence of the shock hadn't been enough to wake him up.
Sighing in annoyance, Charlie headed for the door marked with a "staff only" sign, where behind was the staircase leading to the cellar. She pressed the switch which turned on a sizzling red light. At the same time curious but also worried about what might have fallen, Charlie descended with a cautious step, swallowing slightly.
She arrived at the bottom, to enter a rather dark and very dusty space, kingdom of cobwebs and odds and ends of all kinds sleeping for years. It is true that Charlie had not really paid attention to the storage of the cellar and that one of his days, Niffty should do a great cleaning here.
But for now, Charlie focused on why she had come here. It was not very difficult to find. A large pile of floor and wall debris, having raised a cloud of dust, had formed, just below the hole through which the thing had fallen. Having brought a flashlight with her in case, Charlie lit it and lit the pile.
_ "Oh great ..." sighed Charlie, running her hand over her face "... now, the sky of hell itself is after me ... damn it, I don't even know if we are covered in this kind of situation ... Alastor will laugh when he knows..."
Charlie turned around and as she took her phone to call Vaggie and tell her, a noise caught her attention ... the pile of debris ... he had just moved slightly, she had not dreamed ... Charlie stayed silent and made a backward movement when the pieces of wood and bricks forming the pile started to tremble ... suddenly, a large and thick arm, mechanical in appearance came out with force ... Surprised, Charlie fell almost upside down, round eyes and an open and dumb mouth, while a large humanoid figure, measuring more than two meters, was extricating itself from the debris. It was like a living armor of green color, covered with dust and still smoking.

The Doom Slayer had already fallen from great heights before, but not as much. His armor had absorbed all the shocks, but the impact was still very hard. Having spread the debris above him, the Slayer was able to get back on his feet, recovering his spirits a little while Vega made a point on the systems of the armor which obviously, had not been damaged despite the height, the heat and shock.
The Slayer began to look around, as Vega's voice was heard.
_ "Presence of demon detected, right in front, very close."
The Slayer then lowered his eyes, to see five meters from him, curled up against a wall and trembling with fear, a demon unlike anything he had seen so far.
She had a human appearance and was 5 feet 7 tall. She had long curly blonde hair, a snow-white face, black around her eyes, black lips and pink cheeks. She was dressed very strangely, for a demon. A white shirt under a pink tuxedo, a black bow tie, black pants and black heeled shoes.
She looked at him with big terrified eyes and dared not move.
_ "I don't know what kind of demon it is ... she doesn't seem dangerous ..." said Vega. But despite her cute face and innocent appearance, the Doom Slayer knew more than anyone that you shouldn't trust appearances. The demons deceit was matched only by their cruelty.
From his back, the Slayer seized one of his oldest companions: his faithful pump-action shotgun, which he loaded with two new cartridges, then with a heavy step and without hesitation, advanced towards the girl, who saw him do so, gasped with intense fear and wanted to run away.

Charlie tried to run up the stairs, but she felt with terror the big cold hand of the man grabbing her by the neck with strength, lifting her from the ground as if she was nothing and coming to block her against the wall.
Charlie moaned in terror, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she was held firmly by this stranger, the latter threatening her with his weapon. The man's helmet was now facing her, and she could see briefly behind this visor, two eyes looking at her darkly. She could guess the monstrous strength of this man. He could break her neck like a twig and rip-off her head with a simple move of his hand. Seeing the double-cannon right under her chin and ready to blow her head in pieces, Charlie closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and stopped struggling.
_ "Please don't kill me ... I didn't do anything wrong ..." begged the young princess. She expected no pity from this terrifying-looking stranger, but surprisingly, he did nothing, just looking at her while keeping her under the threat of his gun.
_"What is your name?" said a strange calm voice from the man's helmet.
_ "Wh ... what?" moaned Charlie, opening an eye. The voice was then heard again.
_ "I am Vega. I am a very sophisticated artificial intelligence, and I speak on behalf of the Doom Slayer. He demands your name, and that you tell him where he is. A little advice: cooperate without fussing."
At the mention of this name, Charlie's eyes opened wide again, but this time in stupor mixed with fear. Her heart beat faster and stronger than ever.
_ "You ... you said ... the ... D ... Doom Slayer?" she stammered.