Despite fierce resistance at the hotel, Charlie and her companions had all been captured by the doom demons and immediately brought to Lucifer Magne's palace. In the throne room of hell, the doom demons were more and more numerous. Imps, Hell Knights, Hell Razers, Barons of Hell, Cacodemons, Mancubus ... this veritable hellish army of creatures, each more horrible than the others, was now only waiting for one thing: to be able to face their sworn enemy.

In the throne room, Vaggie, Angel, Cherri, Niffty and Husk had been gathered in a group in a corner, kneeling, hands and ankles shackled, and closely watched by several fierce Hell Knights. A Knight stepped forward and punched Angel hard in the stomach.

_ "Is that all you got, honey?" Angel moaned in pain, with a provocative smile. "I've seen much more painful spankings before."

Furious at Angel's willful provocations, the Knight redoubled his violence and punched him again in the face, causing Angel to fall to the ground. Seeing her friend being beaten like this, Cherri clenched her teeth and fists, shaking with anger.

_ "Leave him, you ..." she roared fiercely, but was quickly brought to her knees by the blow of a Knight behind her. Niffty was shaking with fear, huddled against Husk who remained silent, but showed deep anger, especially towards Alastor. Vaggie was also silent, but showed more concern for Charlie, seeing her further into the room.

Charlie had been brought to her knees in the middle of the throne room, her hands still chained behind her back and held by strong padlocks to the floor. In addition, several Hell Knights were always around her to watch her. The young princess, knowing that there was no point in trying to force her apparently demonic chains, looked up at her father's throne. Alastor sat there, acting as if the throne was his now, and humming a melody as if to wait.

_ "Why are you doing this, Alastor?" asked Charlie who had been stripped of his gag.

_ "So you do not have the taste for surprises, my dear?" the radio demon replied slyly with its usual unhealthy smile. "Why tell you? It would take away all the flavor of the wait... however, I myself have a little surprise for you. I think this is the perfect time for ... a little family reunion."

With those last words, Alastor snapped his fingers. In the seconds that followed, a metallic noise was heard in the room. Two figures descended from the ceiling, both chained, arms crossed. Charlie opened wide eyes in horror at the sight of these two other prisoners.

_"Mom! Dad!" Charlie yelled, trying to struggle unsuccessfully against the chains. Lucifer and Lilith were both there, but seemingly unconscious, barely breathing. Charlie and all his companions in misfortune witnessed the imprisonment of the King and Queen of Hell. How could this have been possible?

_ "Alastor! What did you do to them?!" Charlie asked, both desperate and angry with him. The radio demon took a macabre pleasure to answer her by coming to her, taking her by the chin.

_ "Rest assured, they are still alive. I wanted the whole royal family to be present to witness my new triumph ... you imagine: for the first time in our hell, the Doom Slayer appeared, in order to face the most powerful demonic forces in existence ... the Slayer's final fight will be broadcast all over hell and everyone will witness my victory over the demons' ultimate enemy ... it will be magnificent!"

Alastor spoke with great and terrifying passion, his crazy eyes shining and his smile bigger than ever. So he planned to broadcast his victory over the Slayer everywhere, as he had once broadcast all his victories over the demons he had slain to appropriate their forces. A victory over an enemy like the Slayer would secure Alastor an even greater reputation, as well as considerable new power. But Charlie refused to believe such a thing.

_ "You will never succeed in defeating the Slayer!" cried the princess defiantly. But Alastor wasn't worried about Charlie's words and continued to smile.

_ "Oh, I think on the contrary that I have already won, because, you see, dear ... I now know the weak point of the Slayer ... you!"

Charlie gasped.

_"Me?" she sighed. "But ... no ... the Slayer won't be blinded by his feelings ... I know him ... he won't hesitate to sacrifice me if it will allow him to destroy you all ... and if this is the only way to save my kingdom, I would consent to this sacrifice!"

A little more, Vaggie had heard and gasped in horror. But she knew Charlie was telling the truth. The Slayer was not known for his compassion. Alastor, on the other hand, didn't seem very convinced by Charlie's words.

_ "I think you overestimate him, princess." he said confidently "... of course, his violence and his power are undeniable facts, but above all, he remains a vulgar human in an armor."

Charlie lowered his head, and in turn emitted a dark little laugh, to which Alastor looked puzzled at first, raising an eyebrow.

_ "On the contrary, Alastor ..." Charlie said looking up at him, and smiling defiantly "it is you who have underestimated your enemy ... you think you are dealing with a mere mortal, but you're so far from the truth ... he is the god of destruction ... the sword that rip and tear the hells ... all, even in the most remote worlds, fear his mark ... the mark of the beast ... he is the DOOM SLAYER!!"

BOOM! Suddenly, the two large doors of the throne room were torn apart and fell heavily to the ground, crushing several demons, after a huge explosion. The whole room was shaken and everyone had their attention. The doom demons began to growl and roar.

Out of the towering, thick cloud of black smoke came a lonely, silent form. At the sight of him, all the demons cringed. Charlie, Vaggie, Angel and their friends smiled in relief for the first time when they saw him arrive.

The Slayer was there, walking with a slow, heavy but determined step. His smoldering armor was covered in a bit of flames, but he didn't give a fuck about, the fire failing to even damage his armor. All around him, the hordes of demons dared not approach.

The Slayer looked around, seeing all this army around him, but showing no fear, on the contrary. The sparkle in his eye showed even more pronounced hatred.

Not surprised by the explosive arrival of the Slayer, Alastor kept smiling. With a snap of his fingers, he had ordered the demons to gather Charlie and her group of prisoner friends into one group, right in front of the throne. Lucifer and Lilith had been unhooked from their chains and put on with their daughter.

_ "Slayer!" Charlie yelled pulling on her chains, but held back by a demon.

_ "Looks like it's going to be time for your beating, strawberry smile." Angel said provocatively to Alastor. But the radio demon didn't listen to him, showing no fear and came to the side of the group of prisoners.

_ "Welcome to you, Slayer, for what will be your last performance." Alastor said theatrically, coming gently to put one of his claws under Charlie's throat. Seeing him do this, Vaggie clenched her teeth in anger and wanted to keep him from touching Charlie, but couldn't. The Slayer had stopped walking, surrounded by hordes of doom demons, but remained silent, unfazed, his glare fixed on the demon radio.

_ "But what would a good show ending be without a touch of drama, right?" Alastor continued. "the strong, lonely hero, coming to the aid of his friends, but will he succeed? Can he defeat his enemy's army? That's what we'll see, right now."

With that, Alastor snapped his fingers again. Immediately behind him a large dark vortex ripped through the air and formed.

From that same vortex emerged large, vile black tentacles, seemingly controlling by Alastor's strong will. The tentacles grabbed Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, Cherri, Lucifer and Lilith, Niffty and Husk, and carried them all inside the vortex.

_ "No, let go of us!" Vaggie yelled before disappearing.

_ "Help! Slayer ..." Charlie yelled too, before sinking in turn into the vortex. Once all his prisoners were taken in his vortex, Alastor stepped back.

_ "Now, Slayer, let's see how far your determination can take you. Come get me and save your companions ... well, if you can survive by then."

With a macabre laugh, Alastor leaps into his own vortex and disappeared. The Slayer now found himself alone, completely surrounded by the demonic army, which moved closer and closer to tear him to pieces.

Imps, Hell Knights and Razers, Barons of Hell, Cacodemons, Mancubus, Revenants ... all growled and roared in an abominable orchestra, rejoicing at the idea of finally slaughtering their Nemesis.

But the Slayer, still so calm despite the shitty situation he was in, gave a sort of cruel little smile under his helmet. From his back, he seized a new weapon, undoubtedly the most powerful of all his arsenal ... Initials had been engraved on it: BFG 9000!

The first closest demons, approaching, then saw the weapon and the letters marked on it, and had a little movement of surprise, even recoil.

Without further ado, the Slayer activated the weapon. The BFG began to emit a loud charging sound, an electric green glow accumulating more and more on the barrel. Some demons in the huge horde, seeing this, reacted with fear and started to recoil, guessing what this weapon was. But most of the demons, too blinded by their thirst for blood and death, roared even louder and all leaped towards the Slayer to literally cover him and tear him to pieces.

_ "Maximum power of the BFG reached!" Vega indicated.

The Slayer didn't wait any longer, and as the horde prepared to reach him, fired.

A huge green sphere of plasma and electricity exploded out of the weapon, illuminating the entire throne room and hitting the front ranks of the demonic horde head-on. The result was no surprise.

The demons hit first were completely pulverized by the explosion. The plasma discharge then spread at a lightning speed like a real shock wave through the whole army. By tens and dozens, the demons were struck and exploded, unleashing real geysers of blood, flesh and bones. Even the biggest demons couldn't resist and saw their bodies being torn apart by the power of the BFG 9000. The Slayer looked around, the horde being completely wiped out.

In just two minutes, the entire horde had been pulverized with a single shot from the weapon. Silence fell immediately. His armor completely covered in blood and pieces of demon flesh, the Slayer looked around. The floor, the walls, and even the ceiling, the whole throne room was covered in blood, bloody pieces, pieces of bones and torn demon limbs. Not a single part of the room had remained immaculate. An indescribable stench of death and blood now permeated the place. The Slayer gently tapped the BFG 9000, showing that he really loved this weapon, and put it behind his back.

He could have chosen to use it when Alastor was still there and pulverize him with the whole horde. But on the one hand, it would have been too sweet and quick a death for him. The Slayer wanted to reserve the right to grant him a much slower and more violent death.

Walking on the ground covered in blood and flesh, the Slayer advanced to the dark vortex of Alastor which had remained open.

_ "My scanners can't penetrate this vortex. I have no idea what's behind it." Vega says.

It doesn't matter, the Slayer thought to himself. Taking back his trusty shotgun, loading it with new ammunition, and without the slightest hesitation, he in turn leaps into the vortex, ready to face the unknown.