Fuel the Eternal Flame | A DOOM MLP Crossover

by NotAnEditor

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https://youtu.be/DvZXfrmpVWU

It was the smell of cake and childish joy that awoke Flynn from his moment of blank staring. It was not rare to catch the veteran gazing at a wall for a while, either deep in memory or thought. It was the latter this time, as his heart felt heavy and his mind fuzzy with sorrow. He felt the invisible grip of sadness choke his throat as he looked down at a young child.

He had to be no more than 7 years old. The kid had wavy yellow lochs, the same blonde as his own. His eyes were an intriguing blue, with an admiring gaze that the father could not remove from his mind. Flynn was standing in the middle of the room, a pile of confetti in his hand that he was cleaning up.

The living room of the house had dirty tan carpet flooring with walls of cheap wood. There were several pretty landscape paintings he could recall his wife gracefully painting. Despite the technology of the times, plasma weapons, advanced space-suits, Mars colonies and teleportation portals, much of the world’s population was restricted to technology over 30 years old. Simple CRTVs and dim buzzing lights.

The large TV was still playing, showing a demo of a new game his son got for his birthday. It was a sequel to the last game, about a cool blue cartoon animal that goes fast. It caught his attention a moment as the many bright flashing colors and quick movements bursted across the cheap TV.

“Dad, sometimes I wonder what you’re thinking in that big head.” the kid smiled gleefully.

Flynn looked back down at him, several feet taller than the young boy. “It's nothing that should worry you.” he assured in a forcefully optimistic fashion.

He felt his son hug his leg with all his strength. “I’m just glad you’re back!”

Flynn patted his small head. “Yeah.” a sad smile formed across his face. “How did you like your birthday party?”

“It was super fun, like, giga-ultra fun!” he bounced a bit, before releasing from his leg. “The cake was fantastic, Josh finally gave me the cool game he’s been showing me and you got to make it here! I think that was the best part.”

Not finding a better summary for his thoughts, he simply responded: “Thanks.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the window to the living room, the sun beginning to set. His heart sank in tandem with the celestial body. The day was coming to a close already.

“Honey.” the saddened tone of his wife spoke, entering the room. “Could you get ̷̴͚͈͕̳͎̪̳͍͚̮̱̦̱̀͐̇͌͋͝w̸̳̖͎̣̜̣͕͇̣̎ͮ̈ͦͦ̐̒̉͗͆̈́̌̓̔̆̍͛͛͠7̵̳̺̣̘̘̩͕̱̬̖̀́ͨͥ̒̿̃ͧ̔͑͛̐͌͜͡ͅu̘͎̮͔̬̥̖̪̖̬̼ͅ͏̛̛̏ͤͩ͋̌ͯ͋͊ͮ̿ͣͦ̿ͪ̂͗ͧ͊͟g̴͉͙̖̜̖͏̴́̽́̋͂͑̓͒̒́ͧ̊̇̅͜’s super secret cool present?” she asked Flynn, also trying to seem cheerful.

The kid began to look through their attempts to veil sadness. “Mom, are you okay?”

“Yes. Yes, I am. Just, can we have a word?” the mother requested, shooing her husband to get the present from the truck with the back of her hand.

As his wife informed his son about his dad’s inability to visit, Flynn exited the house and walked towards the cheap and old jeep that the family could barely afford. He moved to the back, clicking the lever to reveal the caged bunny. Its curious brown face looked at him with dark eyes.

Flynn stared back with a similar gaze, the two locking eyes for a while. There was a wordless exchange between the man restrained to service, and the bunny currently locked in the cage, ready to be set free to a new, loving family.

The distant car-beeps of the suburbia and beating hot sun surrounded them as Flynn hopelessly stared, his soul conflicted on envy or respect for the rabbit. It was up to this fluffy little animal to take up the empty hearts of his wife and son whilst he was gone for a full decade. Once he returned, his son would be nearly out of highschool, driving, beginning to be an adult.

A childhood he’d miss due to what the corrupt country he served titled justice. Stopping the fire on innocent civilians his superior officer commanded, with a brutal punch to said officer’s face. It wasn’t fair. He felt rage cluster in his heart for just a moment, before he diffused it with the thought of his son, 10 years in the future. A generic looking teen with a skateboard and some rock band on his shirt, trying to be cool despite his pet bunny he was holding in his arms at the local skate park.

Flynn snickered, grabbing the cage’s handle and carrying it out of the vehicle’s back. The large man walked back into the house, hearing the soothing words of his wife trying to coax his son out of his room.

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A tear-ridden reply was exclaimed through the door. “If dad was just gonna b-be here for a day, why’d he come at all?!”

Flynn came over, his heart torn at hearing his child so sorrowful. “Is it worse than not seeing him for 10 years?”

“Do you know how l-long 10 years is?!” he sniffled. “I’d rather wait when I can see him forever!”

Flynn walked forward, lightly jostling the door knob to his bedroom. His wife looked over, smiling, before speaking once more to the kid. “We’ve got the present!”

“No! I know dads out there. I-I don’t want to see him… come back in ten years!” he sobbed.

Flynn opened his mouth, ready to speak his son’s name. “̨͔̮̠̟̣̝͉̰̮͉̞̖̯͓̹̱͚̜́͞҉̈́͗ͦ̐4͖̗̖̮̖͎̯͙̪̖̠͔̻̤͓͏̷̷ͫ̑ͬ͐̾͐ͣ̉ͥ͛̈́̍ͯ͂̂̚̚͜͝3̴̛̛͕̯͔̫̩̭̗͖̙̤̺̻̼́͗̊̋̏́͛̑͗̎̾ͣͪ̍ͧ̚͜q̵̨̠̭͙͍̫͙̜̱̜̯̫̖̬̖͈̳̬̞́̽̇̎̾͒̍͘͞≠̨͈͎̤̗̖͍͓̝̭̻̝͋̉̀̎͜0̷̰͉̰̭̠̺̼̹̩̘̦̺̳̭̤̙̣͏͆͂͑ͦͣ̿̽ͫ̒-̴̨͎̺͇̝̬͂̌ͭ̐̀̃ͥ͊ͤ̍̒͘͢͝a̧̠̬̘̹̲̫̼̤̓̇ͬͬͣ̄͂͘͞͠v̵̡̨͎̲̯̫̤̰̝̙̮͎̼̣̩̲͖́̑̒̑̆̍̃̀ͫ͗ͣ̊ͧ̉ͦ̚͢ͅͅq, please come out. I-I know I’ll be gone for a long time… but, you’ll want this gift. I promise.” he said. “Please.”

The sobbing stopped for a moment. Flynn opened the cage the rabbit sat in, gently taking Daisy out and holding her in one arm. He heard the click of the door unlocking, opening to reveal his son, face red and wet from crying.

A gentle and soothing smile curved along Flynn’s face as he took a knee to be at his level. ̢̛̣̱̣͚͚̭͙͙̬̟͛̇ͧ̄ẓ̘̝҉̓ͪ̽̿̂ͬz̸̷̟͇͖͉̤̰͔͇̳̺̳͙̪̼̰̰͚̭͑̌͊͊ͨͣz̹̞͎̟̖̜̰̟͔̦̜̬̬ͅͅͅ͏ͥͭ̌̉̍̚͡x͈̤͉̣̺̻̘͇̦̰͚͚̄ͪ̅͑͂͑̃͑̚͡b̡̥̙͙̙̘̗̳́̎ͥ̈ͦ͒̇̉ͣ̉ͦ̓̾ͩ̃̈́ͦ̈ͯ̚f̷̵͙̞͍̯̘̘̰̥̻̉̓͐ͫ͝u̸̧̜̟͇̫̰̞̩̬͇̣̲͖̦͕̯̪͋́̈́ͬ̓ͭ̎͛ͬ̅ͥ͜͜͟q̸̢̛̦͓̹͈͓̱̜̖̟̫̀̌́͗ͧ̾ͫ̉̄͛̇͂̋͌̽̒͝͠ͅj̡̛̥̣̱̺̗̟͎̼͓͔̝̀ͫͨ̅ͯ̃͝ͅp̦͙̮͈̞̟̮͍͉̩̺̠͚̤͖ͅ͏̨ͭ̈̊̅̇̆̇̓̓̓ͯ̈́̑ͯ͗̾͂ͮo looked at his dad, then at the bunny rabbit. His face lit up a tad. Flynn held it up right in front of the boy’s face. “This is Daisy. W-While I’m gone, she will take care of you. Protect you from the bad guys. You know?” he began sniffling himself, feeling tears form in his own eyes.

His son gently took the rabbit, holding it from under the arms, before squeezing it in a hug. It squeaked cutely, before the child brought his father and mother in on the hug. The four embraced tightly, before they would eventually have to become three. Tears were streaming down Flynn’s face, knowing that he would have to leave in only a couple minutes.

~

He knew something was wrong when he stepped out of the Hell portal back to Earth. The marine welded a Plasma Rifle in his hand, his green armor covered in the blood of the slain Spider Mastermind. The ominous red clouds hanging high above the distant city. He was back in the suburbs of his family’s town, the faraway skyscrapers lit ablaze in flame.

His emotion flung from the steely determination to get back home and ensure the safety of his family to worry as the signs began all pointing that they may not be so safe. The space marine looked at the destroyed houses along the streets, some ablaze with fire, some completely caved in.

He felt rage fill him as he watched a Caco float past the road, jumping as it noticed the human. Before it could even get a fireball off, the space marine was already mowing it down with the powerful barrages of the Plasma Rifle. It bursted and tore the flesh of the monster, crumpling it to a pile of gore.

The marine stomped over its remains in a disrespecting manner. He looked at the addresses of each house, keeping one number in my. 777. He felt his heart rush at the sight of 772. 773… 774… 775… 776…

The rushed stomps of his boots came to a halt abruptly. Blood pooled and poured on the embering grass from a long metal pole. Numerous demonic runes were ingrained in the pike’s steel, holding up the head of something that provoked only one emotion in the man. It was beyond anger. It was beyond any of the rage he felt in the space stations back on the moons of Mars.

It was a whole new cocktail of fervor. An empty, soulless emotion. As if all hope, joy and excitement had evaporated from his heart. A vacuum was plunged into whatever bank of emotions the marine contained and sucked them all away. All purpose in life slipped out in that one, single moment as he gazed at the blood dripping head of Daisy.

Its cute face was now turned up in terror, expression probably made before its death. Laying beside the pike were two headless figures, missing the faces that would make most people notice who they were. But the Slayer didn’t need a head to tell. One corpse was an adult female, the other a young male child.

Despite the alien, unnatural rage that consumed him from the inside out, the marine stood there, gazing through his helmet’s cracked visor. Slowly, his stillness formed into shaking, uncontrolled vibrations as he lifted his hands and tore off his helmet. He tossed it to the ground, unnaturally gently for the anger that made him so furious he could barely hold still.

He dropped his Plasma Rifle, looking in the formerly gentle and soothing feminine hands of one of the bodies, now pale and covered in blood. He stepped forwards, toward the object, lifting the item from her grip with gentle care. Once it was released, it was shivering with the rest of his body.

The marine unlatched the chamber, forcing a duo of shells into it and flicking the barrels up. This would be his machine. Of death, destruction, mayhem and chaos. They will fear this weapon. They will cower at the mere sight of its shortened barrel. The merciless blasts of the firearm would leave nothing alive in its wake, and he would make sure the same stands for himself.

There, standing in front of the destroyed inferno of his home and family, he had decided it all. The warpath of eons. The endless rage of vengeance. The merciless crusade against those who had caused this. He would never stop. No matter how slow his heart beats, no matter how many cuts are carved into his frame, no matter how much blood fountains from his should-be corpse, no matter how little flesh is left on his body, no matter how few limbs he has, no matter what.

The marine turned, walking down ruined suburbia, beginning his path of perpetual torment.

~

The Doom Slayer awoke from the dark memory with rage, stuck under a huge plate of armor formerly attached to the Hellship. He was gravely injured, his helmet’s visor too demolished to even read the HUD. He grunted, pushing the huge metal sheet off of him, laying back on the ground with a pained groan as he stared at the cloudy heavens.

All around him it felt chillingly cold. He could feel the piercing, shiver-inducing winds buffeting into his helmet with the now glassless visor. Yet, he still lay there, among the crackling fire and wreckage of the Athergarrian Hunter, numerous destroyed demonic corpses surrounding him.

There was no health or armor to absorb. He knew there were no demons that survived the brutal crash, at least not near him. His cursed status had long faded, the Prowler probably dead now.

Dead… they were dead… They were. As the lightly falling snow speckled his face, the Slayer coughed. He slowly rose to his feet with extreme shakiness. Once he stood, he clenched his gauntlets in determination, the cold leather-covered fingers making contact with the burnt-through hole in the palm of his gloves.

He seemed to be in a deserted landscape, covered completely in snow. Aside from the occasional red flame from the wreckage, it was all completely frozen and flat tundra. It appeared the Hunter had teleported far from the original battlefield, however that didn’t save it from the internal destruction.

The Slayer knew that by now, the princess would have spoken to him. Luna had been silent however. He gave a weak shrug, assuming that the suit was too damaged before limping off. A stinging pain pulsated from a shard of glass stabbed into his shin, deep through his armor.

He continued limping, walking away painfully from the crash site of the Athergarrian Hunter. Blood seemed to fizzle through every slit in his armor, his bloodshot eyes weak as he shambled off. His mind tried its best to stay away from his visions. The sight of his son and wife, Daisy, who he had given to his son, what he had promised…

This is Daisy. W-While I’m gone, she will take care of you. Protect you from bad guys. You know?

The Slayer felt himself gag as he limped. That statement carried inane amounts of dread. She didn’t, he lied. Mislead his child to death. The thought of what his son thought as Daisy was slain before his very eyes by the demons, the belief that his father was wrong. A liar. It was a pain worse than any demon Hell could supply.

Those three sentences squeezed every inch of his heart. He tried to forget them, as best as he could. The only semblance of this memory was the unforgettable sight of Daisy’s head on that pike, but even then it was dug down severely. He regretted it, leaving his family behind. He should’ve stayed there, died with his child and wife in hands. It was the ultimate, final sin in his eyes, leaving them for dead.

Each crunch of his boots in the snow felt like a stab in his soul, a sign that he was still alive. He could hardly bear living with the memory of that. The vengeance he had enacted on his enemies, it was almost done. After they were defeated, and he was left alive after the battle, what would he do?

He was worse than the demons. Whilst those monsters kill the innocent with full knowledge, he had let his family die without even knowing of it. It felt like hours as he still continued on, unsure of why he kept going.

It was like some coding in his mind. Perhaps the soul or body. He could not stop the legs as much as he tried. The life of slaying had always kept him dashing to outrun his past, to leave all of it behind and drown it in fountains of blood, but it finally caught up. By now, he was so far from the ship’s wreckage, he couldn’t even see it anymore.

A snowstorm had begun, huge winds blowing past his helmet and snow building up in his helmet. His helmets usually cozy temperature management system was destroyed, baring the Antarctic colds best he could as his mind waged war on itself with weapons of guilt and distraught.

The heart over the I, the sweet smile of his wife under the warm spring tree on their honeymoon, the tearfully short reunion with his family. It all flashed, more memories creeping in. The battle of determined vengeance and hopeless guilt waged on as the trail of boot-interrupted snow continued. The rage was gone, just cool, depressive anger. The ethereal pit that was his soul waked and yawned for satisfaction. More blood and viscera after only a couple of hours walking.

The vacuum of noise was all that conjoined his thoughts, barely interrupting them. In fact, it felt as if the sonic winds only carried the arena quicker like leaves on the blowing air. Suddenly, he felt his boots stop.

He fell to his knees at the memory that approached his mind, the corrupted name he tried to forget so hard. The kneepads of his armor broke through the snow as the Slayer gazed up to the clouds above. His hands rested gently on his knees, palm to the skies as if being shocked by the electricity of the realization.

“Issac…” he said. The words were deep out of his mouth as he hopelessly stared upward.

Then the Slayer collapsed into the blankety snow, letting exhaustion overtake him.

Comments

[NotAnEditor]

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Well, good news on my publishing schedule. I have officially completed writing all of Fuel the Eternal Flame! So now the schedule is every weekend + Wednesday. I can't say much about what will occur in the following chapters since I don't want spoilers but I will say that I think you will enjoy what will happen. Thank you for enjoying the story so much!

[Zotow]

Здравствуйте NotAnEditor я жду недаждусь выхода в Среду 58 главу нашей любимой истории она будет называться миссия т4 за принцессу сумеречную искору(она же новая Палач Рока/Палачь Твайлайт и станет новой королевой Аргентина Нур'да) видь она в первые увидит/встретится с самим Палачём Рока где-то среди обломков Адского корабля и станут первыми мире дуэтама и союзниками в битве против этих демонов(монстров) верно видь и мне очень интересно посмотреть как они впервые встретертятьса? NotAnEditor пожалуйста ответьте на мой вопрос хорошо я буду ждать вашего ответа?

[I like burguers]

I sincerely hope the Slayer find some semblance of peace. Maybe the sight of Twilight with er friends, after her own crusade ends, may help him.