DOOM: HELL MAGIC

Octavia and Vinyl Scratch were thankful their power-armored savior showed up when he did. Plenty of creatures had poured out of portals and slaughtered everything they came across. The human in power armor was the only thing keeping them alive, and he was doing a rather impressive job of it by killing demons. And zombies.

Both were crawling out of the portals in droves. As the group came close to another one, both mares stopped and recoiled at the sounds some of them made. “You're going to put 'em down, right?” Vinyl asked. He nodded, but didn't step forward. Instead, he opened a door and pointed inside the room it led to. “You want us to wait in there?” Octavia asked. He nodded. Vinyl ducked inside and Octavia followed her. He closed the door behind them and locked it for their own safety. A Revenant screeched at him from the end of the hallway.
'Now the fun begins.' he thought. He cocked his shotgun and brought it to bear on the Revenant. Two Imps joined it, growled at him, then charged. They shot fireballs while they charged and the Revenant shot rockets at him. He managed to dodge them and blasted both Imps with his shotgun. They were knocked back in a heap of their own blood with holes in their chests and heads. He pulled out his plasma gun and held the trigger down. Blue-hot plasma burned bone and melted skin. The Revenant only fired a couple of shots before it crumpled.

He advanced and came around a corner to find a group of shotgun guys and what were called 'Pinky' demons. He switched to his chaingun and opened fire before any of them saw him. Two shotgun guys managed to squeeze off a blast before they bit the dust. The marine groaned in pain on each hit. A door on the side of the room opened and Imps walked in.

The marine shifted his fire onto them. Some of them got off fireballs, but he dodged them. He switched to his shotgun and kept moving. He found a zombie and another demon and blasted both of them apart. He went up a flight of stairs and found a door that required a yellow keycard to open. 'Fucking keycards. Why can't one of them open all the doors?' he thought. He backtracked into the room with plenty of demon, Imp, and shotgun guy corpses, grabbed the shotgun shells and looked behind a barrel in the corner. He found a dead scientist with the keycard he was looking for dangling from his neck that didn't have a head on top of it. He picked it up, went back to the door and opened it to find more shotgun guys and Imps waiting for him. One shotgun guy saw him and alerted the rest. They made an assortment of growls as they faced him.

The shotgun guys actually stayed put and shot at him for the most part while the Imps charged at him while shooting fireballs. The marine returned fire with his shotgun and dodged the fireballs, but he couldn't dodge all of the shotgun blasts. He fell back to try and lure the Imps towards him and get out of shotgun guys' line of fire.

All the Imps except one took the bait and followed him past the door. He kept moving back and fired as he went. When there were only two of them left, one of them shot a fireball at him which hit him. He blasted the other one, then tossed his shotgun in the air, caught it close to the barrel, and whacked the last Imp in the groin. It cried out in pain and clutched at the gun, trying to remove it. He yanked his gun back and kicked the Imp in the chest. Then he did something that he didn't think he would be doing since he got tooled up with his arsenal: he drew his pistol and fired several rounds into the chest of the Imp at close range, sending small spatters of blood onto the floor.

He switched back to his shotgun and fired off several shells, each one aimed at their heads, save for the last one. He aimed at the knees and fired twice. It howled in pain as it fell to the floor. He flipped it off before blasting it in the head at point-blank range, causing bits of skull and blood to drench his armor. He didn't even wipe his helmet clean as he brought his super shotgun out and took aim.

He went back into the room and found that the Imp had been joined by more shotgun guys. He aimed at the shotgunners first, then squeezed the trigger. Even at range, if enough enemies were in the path of the pellets, the super shotgun could still perform multi-kills. Four of the shotgun guys dropped, each one with an even uglier face and soaked with their own blood. The Imp shot a fireball that hit the marine while he was reloading. He grunted in pain and stepped back. The Imp seemingly chuckled as it moved closer, it's razor-sharp teeth bared. The marine one-handed his regular shotgun and fired. The cloud of shot was distributed between the neck and jaw of the Imp. The brown skin was quickly mixed with red, and it's jaw was torn to wet, bloody pieces. The teeth were turned to a white powder that made the marine chuckle as he thought that it kind of looked like the Imp had done a bunch of cocaine and suffered a horrible overdose.

He blasted each of the shotgun guys with his own pump action shotgun. Their chests were given a new red hole with each shot. After looting what he could from the corpses, he went to go check on Vinyl and Octavia. He hadn't heard anything from them, so he assumed they were okay. Corpses were in the same places were he had made them, so everything seemed normal. But then he heard something.

It was a low growl. And he was only two rooms away from Octavia and Vinyl. He pulled out his chaingun and kept moving.