Prologue: Rage, Brutal, Without Mercy...

The forest outside of the once peaceful town known as Ponyville was quiet as it was dark.

The magic was quite… feral…

The Flora and Fauna were unique to everypony living near the forest, the creatures living in a chaotic cycle called survival of the fittest.

There were all kinds of dangers living in the dark forestry, but there aren’t any creatures that are more dangerous than He...

Legend tells that of an object laying deep in the dark depths of the forest…

An object that was said to be filled with eternal hatred and bloodlust so pure, that even the most evilest of creatures inside the forest don’t go near it...

A large stone sarcophagus laid in the middle of a clearing in the forest, symbols glowing red in the dim sunlight that was blocked by the canopy of tree limbs.

A symbol larger than any of the ones that were etched in the stone glowed with a menacing aura, as if it was warning anyone not to go near it, to not wake the slumbering beast that laid within.

But some of the past wouldn’t stay hidden, one day, it would be revealed, and the one to stumble across this artifact, would be changed forever.

Fortunately, the day of reckoning has come in the form of a Queen; One that would make the Caribou, Equestria’s invaders, to tremble at the mere mention of it…

Former Changeling Queen Chrysalis ran as fast as she could with her quivering and aching legs, her bare feet stomping loudly through the shrubbery.

She kept going despite the need to collapse and pass out, ignoring the tiny flares of pain that was caused by the small sharp branches of close trees brushing past her scantily clad body, causing scratches to appear in her weak chitin.

Her breaths were loud in her ears, and her green eyes darted in her sockets as she looked for a way through the thick canopy, a feeling of panic springing up in her chest as she Chrysalis heard the furious yells of her former captors.

Her clothes, or what remained of them; were nothing more than mere shreds, her black shirt barely covering her C - Cup breasts and her skirt just covering her thighs as she ran as fast as she could.

Chrysalis panted hard as she shot into a clearing, skidding to a halt when she saw the large stone sarcophagus sitting on the ground before her.

She only had a moment to feel awed by the strange artifact covered in foreign symbols, before she felt pain emanate in her shoulder as she stumbled forwards and hit the ground hard.

After wallowing in the pain for a second, adrenaline filled her body as she got to a kneeling position, her leg muscles aching in protest and cramps.

She put a hand to her left shoulder and with no hesitation, pulled out the small arrow that was protruding from her front, gritting her teeth in pain.

The former Changeling Queen screamed in pain as the shaft was pulled through the front, her blood coating her hand as the arrow was painfully removed from her.

Chrysalis flinched at the sound of a voice,

" THERE SHE IS! Get that whore before the forest comes alive to investigate the noise!” Yelled a male’s baritone voice.

Chrysalis got to her hands and knees to begin crawling to what may lead to her salvation…

Her breathing became shallower and shallower and her body began to weaken more and more as she moved towards the menacing artifact.

The sarcophagus was the only thing in her vision that she focused on, making her numb to the pain of the wound, ignoring the sounds of the Caribou foot patrol that she escaped from getting into the clearing.

She reached it and placed a bloodied hand on the top, her body giving her adrenaline as she heard the sounds of the Caribou pursuers.

" Come on, come on…” She hissed between her teeth as her body got its feet, using the large stone casket as a support.

Chrysalis agonisingly reached across the stone sarcophagus, her vision beginning to go blurry at the edges as she felt her lifeblood leave from the open wound.

She had heard of the legends about the person lying inside the sarcophagus, in wait to be let out of his prison that was wrongly put upon him.

Chrysalis weakly set her hand on the large glowing red symbol that was the mark of the legend, a small smile on her lips, which lit up her face at the joy of finding her only remaining hope.

She internally prays that this works, and set free the only thing to stop the filth of the Caribou…

Then she began chanting, her voice soft, yet slightly raspy from weeks of minimal water and food.

" I am the bringer of salvation, I am the destroyer of evil, I am…” She began.

“NOTHING! You are nothing, you little bitch!” Said the voice, being heard in the clearing, " Once I get my hands on you, you’ll wish that King Dainn had executed you like he should’ve!” Said the small scrawny Caribou leader.

Chrysalis jerkingly turned her head towards the large squad of Caribou soldiers, her eyes and cracked horn glowing with what little power she had left, and grinned madly at them,

" I am your Slayer!” She finished, before collapsing against the glowing sarcophagus, a small tired smile on her face as she fell unconscious into Luna’s dreamworld.

The sarcophagus glowed brighter after the chanting was finished, and the top half portion of it cracked and crackled with energy.

The energy shot out like bolts of lightning throughout the clearing narrowly missing some of the Caribou soldiers that pursued the bleeding Changeling Queen as they went behind trees to avoid a painful death.

The few that didn’t dodge in time got fried to a crisp, their large and small bodies covered in burnt hair and popped eyeballs.

The air smelt putrid from the fresh corpses

“WHAT THE HELL?!” Said one, covering his eyes of the dust that sprun up from the lightshow, gagging at the sight and smell of his dead comrades.

Then, the clearing went deathly quiet as the dust cloud settled down…

The light that surrounded the stone artifact dimmed till it was barely noticeable, the sarcophagus practically vibrating in place with energy that made the soldiers wary.

One of the bigger broader Caribou slowly came up to it, ignoring the assumedly dead Chrysalis, and got a closer look at the large symbol that caught his attention.

He leaned closer till the tip half of his large muscular body was hanging over the stone artifact, analysing the runes with confusion...

KABAM!

Two pale, furless, and muscular scarred fists shot out from the rock and gripped the large Caribou’s head, holding on to the top and bottom portion of the deer’s skull with an iron grip.

The Caribou grunted as he struggled to get out of the grip, but the last thing he saw was a pair of blood red eyes staring up at him as his head got crushed against the edge of the sarcophagus in the strength of a thousand strong.

The other members of the squad all yelled out in shock as the large skull of their heavy member got turned to a pulp.

Then their attention turned to the crumbling sarcophagus, watching in horror as a tall burly figure rose up from the place it laid.

Their final moments of their pathetic lives they could remember, was filled with screaming in terror and pain as the naked burly figure charge them with red eyes glowing with hatred even more pure than the unicorn king, Sombra…

The only thing that The Slayer remembered was waking up, his prison broken and devoid of Argent energy.

His red eyes spotted a crack of light in the stone craftsmanship, and he felt his bloodlust skyrocket at the sound of heavy breathing and a faint heartbeat above him.

He savagely grinned and clenched his hands into tight fists, his knuckles cracking from what seemed to be ages of being in one position continuously.

His strength, and the Slayer’s power of the Seraph welled up inside him fully awakening him…

His scarred hands punched through the hellish stone as if it were wet paper, and latched onto a large head that vaguely compared him of a hybrid between a Hellknight and a Baron of Hell.

The larger being struggled in the man’s grip, his heartbeat increasing as he tried to get out of certain death…

The Slayer felt amused for a few seconds, watching the struggling creature before he easily crushed the skull between his palms, a splatter of brain matter and gore covering his hands and arms in a flow of crimson red.

After revelling in the satisfaction of killing something again, the man slowly got up from his stone bed that he laid in for centuries and glared down at the group of furry creatures that dared to awaken him.

His strength increased as he cracked his neck on both sides, and set his face into an evil grin.

Rip & Tear. He thought to himself as he charged at the now identified bipedal Caribou, and set to work…

No one can survive the wrath of the DoomSlayer if they piss him off enough, and walk away to tell the tale...

Author's Note

"They Are Rage, Brutal, Without Mercy, But You, You'll Be Worse. Rip & Tear, Until If Is DONE!"

A/N: HEY FOLKS! As you can see, I'm back to making another Fall Of Equestria fix, this time with DOOM! But this is gonna be running off Doom Eternal instead of the 2016 game.

You guys might be shouting, ' but someone already made a DOOM X FOE Fic!', and you're right there are others.

But this is MINE...

I am gonna be taking the time to work on this as much as possible before the new DOOM game comes out in March. So I have limited knowledge on the new Doom Slayer and how powerful he should be, so prepare for OP level kick-ass action!

How should the Slayer react to Chrysalis when he sees her, what kind of glory kills should he do on these Caribou, where are the Princesses in this mess? All of that and more next time!

Also give me suggestions on what to add in this story to make it more in depth and longer for you readers to enjoy!

Anyways, that's all the time I have for now, so, till next time!

PEACE! ~ WhalenJPOnline