DOOM: HELL MAGIC

Octavia was glad to be clean and wearing clothes that weren't covered in blood and filth. Vinyl agreed with her. The cellist tried to step lightly as she approached the marine. She could tell he was heavily invested in whatever he was looking at. Vinyl decided to forgo subtlety and placed a hand on his shoulder. The marine bolted up and wheeled on her with his shotgun raised. "It's just us!" Octavia cried and raised her arms in front of her face. The marine recognized them and lowered his weapon. He held up his PDA for both ponies to read. "Sorry. I thought you were a demon." it read. "It's alright." said Octavia. The marine went back to looking at the terminal. He decided to show them the external camera feed featuring Celestia. "That's princess Celestia! We're going to make it!" cried Octavia. She looked happier than the marine had ever seen her. Then again, the marine had yet to see her happy, since he had only met her while inside the wrecked facility swarming with demons. She held Vinyl in a tight hug, one that the DJ happily returned. The marine knew that something was about to go wrong. Even though he was not versed in these kinds of situations, he knew that demons were assholes that were not above trying to ruin a happy moment.

Rather than try and open the door, the marine aimed his shotgun at it and waited. He knew that some of them could somehow open doors and waited for one of them to try. Vinyl and Octavia soon noticed what he was doing and quieted down. "What is it?" Octavia asked. The marine didn't say anything.

The door slid open and a Pinky demon was standing in the hallway snarling at him. He fired twice. Once in the chest, once in the stomach. Both blasts knocked the demon back. The marine walked up to it, shoved the barrel of his shotgun down the Pinky's throat, then pulled the trigger. Blood, chunks of skin, and bits of bone blew out of its back and splattered onto the wall behind it. He kicked the corpse off his gun and wiped some of the blood off the barrel. He heard a roar that was quickly followed by what he thought was a stampede of boots and claws on the steel floor. Octavia and Vinyl got as far back as the room would allow them. The marine decided to bring out one of his big guns, a chaingun to be specific.

He could hear that they were all coming from the same direction. He also knew that the hallway he was in would serve as a good funnel. Then he decided to try and use something that he never thought he would: land mines. Sometimes he forgot he had them, but he decided that it was a good place to use them. He threw two of them on the left wall of the hallway, close to the corner. He would focus on the right side first, then sweep left after the mines went off.

They were getting closer. He recognized shotgun guys, Imps, and more Pinkies. He looked into the lower right corner of his HUD and saw a notification. 'New enemy contact detected. Threat level: very fucking high.' it read. He smirked. Ever since his return from hell, he had modified what his armor would say for certain situations in an attempt to give it more personality. At least, that's what someone recommended him to do. He had a feeling that he would make more changes to it later.

The demons walked right into the mines he had placed. Several of them were blown to pieces which were thrown all over their comrades as the marine opened fire. Chaingun rounds ripped into flesh and some of them blasted off limbs. As more of them filled in from the left, he swept his fire onto them. Thanks to the loud noise from the chaingun and dying demons, he barely heard the door to the room where Octavia and Vinyl were hiding open. As much as he wanted to look, he couldn't. Some of the Imps were trying to stay back and launch fireballs. Most of them were just hitting the charging Pinky demons in the back, but a few of them were getting by and almost hitting the marine.

He managed step out of the way, but they were getting closer, even going so far as to attempt short leaps to close the gap. 'Just do me a favor and die! I have company to look after!' he thought. A pinky actually jumped off the shoulders of another one and aimed straight for his face. The marine brought his chaingun on it and filled its face with lead. Before he could bring it back on the others, one of them grabbed his gun and shoved it towards the ground. The marine actually let it go and kicked the pinky in the crotch. It let out a howl of pain that marine silenced when he pulled out his shotgun, jammed the barrel upwards underneath its chin, then fired.

Blood, flesh, and bone sprayed up onto the ceiling. He looked to the other demons was about to fire right as three Imps all shot fireballs at him from close range. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't dodge all of them that time. One of them hit him in the left arm. He grunted in pain, stepped back returned fire with his shotgun. He blew the head off the first two, then both arms of the third. It fell to the ground crying out in pain, blood flowing from where its arms used to be. The marine took a step back, then kicked it in the chin hard enough to break its neck. 'Some might not agree, but their whining gets annoying to me.' he thought. He resumed firing as Pinkies started trying to close in on him. Getting around their melee attacks was easy, but he thought that they were trying a little to hard to form a line to block his vision. 'Shit, what the fuck has the devil planned?' he thought. His gut told him that something bad was happening, and he was going to have to act fast if he wanted to stop it.

He whipped out his double-barreled super shotgun, a weapon he had picked up a while ago which had come in quite handy. He was planning on saving it, but thought this was enough of a special occasion. He waited for the Pinkies to cluster together before he pulled the trigger and blasted them all into bloody chunks. He reloaded, then did the same for two groups of Imps that decided to stick around.

After blowing apart a Pinky that was waiting for him around a corner, he looked around and saw the hallway and intersection littered with body parts, blood, and gore. 'Clear.' he thought with a smirk. He went back to check on Octavia and Vinyl, then grew enraged when he saw they weren't where he left them. 'Son of a bitch, what the fuck did you do? What the fuck did you do!?' he punched a wall in rage. It was a diversion meant to keep his attention elsewhere while some other demons slipped by and took them.

He took off on the warpath. He wasn't about to let sentient beings that weren't trying kill him get killed by demonic assholes. Especially when one of them actually talked to him on a regular basis. He went back out, picked up his chaingun, and went looking for a secret door. He didn't even know if there was one, but he was going to look for one nearby.

Luckily for him, he found one that had a rocket launcher and boxes of rockets on the other side. The marine grinned. 'If this results in making friends, I won't mind.' he thought. The first thing he figured that he had to do was find where they went. Finding a trail was going to be difficult, considering all the blood and gore. The marine had heard of a 'detective mode' used to help said detectives solve crimes, but his armor didn't have that kind of software or hardware. He opened up his automap and found a room that might have something like that not too far from his position.

The hallways were far too quiet for his taste. Not a single growl or screech. Just blood dripping. He looked at his left shoulder and saw that there was some scorch marks. 'Damnit.' he kept moving and slid around a corner with his shotgun ready, only to find nothing. 'What the fuck, I get swarmed by demons, and now there's fucking none of them? What the fuck gives?' he frowned under his helmet. He went down a flight of stairs and didn't find anything except for a few dead ponies and humans, most of them with at least one of their limbs ripped off. He saw that one human had bruises all over the left side of his face, the same arm ripped off and tossed a few feet away from him. The marine saw a keycard next at his feet. 'Why the fuck can't I just pick up one keycard that unlocks all the doors instead of collecting a fucking rainbow? And same thing for skulls, whenever the fuck they show up.' he thought. As he reached down to pick it up, he thought he saw the body twitch. He instantly stepped back and aimed his shotgun directly at his head. He ordered his armor to run a bioscan that came up surprisingly positive. A message popped up on his display that summed up his thoughts exactly: 'Wow, someone actually survived this one. That's a fucking new one.'

The man wore a white lab coat indicating that he was a scientist of some sort. If the marine could actually help him, he had a feeling that he might get some answers. Information wasn't often something he needed, but he would accept it if it was helpful. He saw his right arm twitch and he tried to flex his fingers. Aside from the obvious bruising and missing arm, the results of the bioscan told the marine that he had some cracked ribs. 'Shit, you're fucked up. Whoever you are, you must be really strong, or those fuckers are getting soft.' the marine thought. He went into a nearby room and found a first aid kit. Normally, he would use them to keep his face looking pretty(even though he didn't show it) and the rest of his body in working order, but this time he would use it on someone else. Or at least try to.