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// To be fair. I got infected with the Deltarune virus
// so. Speaking of taking too long to reply
Reaching for his shotgun, he readies himself before giving one final glance at the Princess.

“It might get ugly out there.”
He steps forward, eyeing the blade in the Princess’s hand, if for but a moment.

Trust isn’t an easy thing for him, after everything he’s been through, but. .

They don’t seem dangerous. Here’s hoping freeing her doesn’t end up biting him in the ass.

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ruined door, into the room. Her eyes linger on the table with the blade. It is, after all, the only thing in the room. As if commanded, they take it— he did mention demons earlier, better to be safe— before approaching the exit door and opening it, thankfully without issue.

"After you."
Sawdust flies as he pushes through with his Shield-saw, only to rear back and give it one mighty kick.

Surely that would be enough to open it. . right?
He can do much more than just pry.

“. . This might get a little messy.”

As they step to the side, the Slayer yanks the pull-cord on the back of his shield. .

. . and the saw comes to life with a mechanical roar.

He gives it a couple revs, before sinking it right into the door.

BRUMMZZTT!!

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"I- I don't know... I didn't *see* anyone!"

She rattles the handle. Nothing happens. She tugs on the door. Nothing happens.

"... Do you think you can pry it open?"

She steps to the side to give him room. They're not sure they need to ask— she saw what he did to those chains.
Shield in hand, he makes his way up the stairs, brows furrowed.

“. . This isn’t right.”

Something doesn’t want them getting out of this dingy basement. Whatever it is. .

“. . . Is something on the other side?”
Shield in hand, he makes his way up the stairs, brows furrowed.

“. . This isn’t right.”

Something doesn’t want them getting out of this dingy basement. Whatever it is. .

“. . . Is something on the other side?”
Silently, he nods back in response. The Slayer picks his helmet up and off of the floor before putting it back on.

Slowly, the warrior follows behind the Princess — stopping to gather his weapons.

That’s when he hears the door slam shut. Of course. .

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"... Thank you."

They nod, wasting no time making their way towards the stairs, the leftover chains scraping against the stone floor of the basement. She pauses at the foot of the staircase, gesturing to the weapons the Slayer discarded by them.

"Don't forget your... arsenal."

They ascend the +
His head slowly turns to meet their stare — waiting, watching for their next move.

They’re free. What now?

“. . . Let’s go.”
// Eventually, I say, almost 3 weeks later

I’m on vacation right now but I remembered this so. Y’know. EVENTUALLY. I have some written up already but, y’know.
// Eventually I’ll write stuff for what happened to DG from between Doom 64 and the Dark Ages but right now I Really Don’t Want To so i’ll just do it later
His head slowly turns to meet their stare — waiting, watching for their next move.

They’re free. What now?

“. . . Let’s go.”
What kind of monster chains a princess and leaves them to rot?

The question rings through the Slayer’s head, retribution heavy on his mind.

He grabs at the base and the chain linking it, pulling and pulling until—

SNAP.

The metal clatters to the floor as he lets go of their bindings.

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The chain offers a surprising amount of resistance despite his strength. However, the years of sitting idle without cleaning or care catch up to it, and the base of it separates from the stone wall, though not yet fully breaking loose.

The Princess stares at him- perhaps in admiration, perhaps +
The Slayer just shakes his head, before firmly taking hold of the chain with both hands.

“No,” he replies.

With a deep breath, he pulls hard, trying to break the chain from it’s place in the wall.
The Slayer just shakes his head, before firmly taking hold of the chain with both hands.

“No,” he replies.

With a deep breath, he pulls hard, trying to break the chain from it’s place in the wall.
She stands up as well, the heavy chains scraping against the stone floor. They nod back.

"Of course I do. ... Do you have the key?"

The way he walked up to the chains without a second thought, they're not sure he's going to need a key.
He nods to her, then the wall.

“. . . You want out?”
[ The Slayer nods in return. No one should be chained to their own fate, he thinks. ]

Our paths might diverge, but. . we share the same goal in mind.

Some things have to be done for the greater good.
[It seems they have an understanding. Zayin nods, solemn, repentance in his expression.]

I will, [he promises.] My path is meant for mankind to prosper, I can assure you that.
[ At that, the Slayer looks solemn, his stance relaxing. ]

. . . If that’s your only shot, then. .

Make it count.
[ At that, the Slayer looks solemn, his stance relaxing. ]

. . . If that’s your only shot, then. .

Make it count.
[Zayin shakes his head.] It's in my soul, [he replies.] There is no magic that can change my soul without snuffing it out. So instead, I... suppose martyrdom is my only choice.
[ The Slayer’s stance is rigid. Ready to strike at a moment’s notice, yet. . ]

Your fate, huh? You’re destined for *that?* Why not try to change it?
// finally getting around to this today. Probably won’t include any TDA spoilers because it’s still a pretty new game and I think people should experience it for themselves if they have the chance.
// Eventually I’ll write stuff for what happened to DG from between Doom 64 and the Dark Ages but right now I Really Don’t Want To so i’ll just do it later
[ The Slayer’s stance is rigid. Ready to strike at a moment’s notice, yet. . ]

Your fate, huh? You’re destined for *that?* Why not try to change it?
[Silence is thick as an uneasy fog between them until Zayin speaks again.]

...When it is done, I will be the last to fall. That is my fate.
[ The Slayer squints. ]

. . . I see.
[ The Slayer squints. ]

. . . I see.
[Zayin clears his throat.] Well... I am half demon myself. I'd be quite the hypocrite.
Delicate?

Human lives are delicate. Demons. . .

Well, nothing ever stopped me from cutting them down.
He nods to her, then the wall.

“. . . You want out?”
He’s silent for a while, still staring at the chains. Then, his eye twitches. Something sparks inside him, and he stands back up, towering over her.

“If it bleeds. . we can kill it.”

The Slayer stomps his way over to the wall, where the opposite end of the chain was binded.

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She stares into his eyes as he speaks. He's serious about this, isn't he? Her gaze drifts to the barred window above her, devoid of any demons- though he did say none followed him.

"... Well, maybe it's for the best I've been down here then. I'm not sure I could take a demon in a fight."
He shakes his head.

“They’re monsters, that’s what they are.”

The Slayer kneels, getting on the Princess’s level. He eyes the chains that bind her for a moment, before his gaze meets hers.

“. . Yes.”

There’s years of fury behind those words, stowed into something more. . focused. Calculated.
Delicate?

Human lives are delicate. Demons. . .

Well, nothing ever stopped me from cutting them down.
I wish I could throw caution to the wind and do something. The politics surrounding demons are... delicate. The cruel ones, however, I certainly wouldn't mind putting to the blade.
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Mine eyes can but weep as they bear witness to the majesty... THE BFG 9000!
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