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Doom Prompt 24: Past [2]

A Prompt from my Doom Discord (reverse prompt I think lol) Based on the Garnets Story kinda but once more in the past of Argent D'nur. Pre-Divinity Machine shenanigans so Doomguy/Slayer is still able to talk (though I see him still being pretty quiet)

Have a Doomdad foster dad? And a hatchling Wintherin

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24: You’re Slayer getting to interact with baby wintherin in Argent D’nur

Bi’Jay settled back into his new bed, it was not overly impressive but it was the first time he had a room to himself!

The small creature on the dresser trilled, wiggling as there was a giggle.

Well. 

Almost to himself.

The man looked over from where he was sitting, the thankfully closed window letting in the afternoon light. Bi’jay was just getting used to being in charge of a kiddo again, and was relieved that it was evidence that he was being trusted. The little girl was happy to play with the new addition to their odd foster family. She handled the move from that bigger fortress city to this almost comparative ‘countryside’ hatchery pretty good.

At least he was not kidnapped every evening by the big creatures living above and around the hatchery building. It just took moving and a hatching egg before he was transferred from Valen’s unit to his wife’s. Bi’Jay grinned, watching his charge as she was pounced on from the hatchling Wintherin. He still needed to reach out to brace A’li on the back, not that the newly hatched baby was extremely big right now, but the baby was mostly all awkward wing span more than body.

Failing wings with no coordination would knock his foster daughter over. Almost did if A’li did not cling to his hands. She was laughing and wiggling as the hatchling moved and clung with rounded claws. Bi’Jay grinned wide as he caught a wing gently with his other hand.

“Tickles!” the girl squealed, a positively delighted trill came from the wintherin. Echoing the child’s excitement the hatchling all but vibration in her own excitement. 

“Hold on- hold- wait don’t cling!” Bi’Jay started to say as he tried to extract the two from each other. A’li was being good and holding still, not scared as the hatchling was trying to climb the girl. The man got a hand between the hatchling’s forelegs, feeling her grasp his fingers and her little tail wrapping up his forearm. 

Bi’Jay lifted the hatchling, ‘bouncing’ his new charge in the air before stooping to deposit her on the floor. The wintherin hatchling paused, wings lifted in shock at being on the ground before trilling and bounding off in new, now confused excitement. Skittering under the table, then up a leg and bounce over to wiggle under the bed to explore the ‘cave.’ Sage, the big pale wolf laid down to look under the bed with a wagging tail as little forearms reached out to boop her nose.

“She’s so little!” A’li gasped, grabbing tight to a big wrist and was pulled into a hug. The girl watching the little pale chaos ball of scales, “I thought she would sleep all the time?”

“She likely will sleep a lot,” Bi’Jay noted as he made sure his charge was not scratched. While to the side the wintherin hatching was alternating baping at Sage’s nose and the big forepaws from under the bed in a forming game. “And eat a lot, she’s a baby A’li, so…she’s going to be strange for a while.”

“When is she going to get big?” the girl asked, tossing her arms around Bi’Jay’s neck after he sat down. Confident at last to demand attention when she wanted, and was rewarded with another hug.

“When you’re big I think,” Bi’jay noted, rubbing his knuckles gently on A’li’s back. “When you’re likely done studying, but it can take a while longer. That’s what the Headwoman said, and why the back of our new home has a big door for when she’s bigger but not full grown.”

He watched as A’li thought about it, Bi’Jay smiled with a relieved sigh as his foster daughter brightened up after that all sank in. “When I’m older, can we fly together Bi’Jay?”

“Why wouldn’t we?” Bi’Jay asked back, skittering his fingers down one of A’li’s sides to get her to laugh and wiggle. The man let go to let the smaller argenta child go to run away and get a dropped toy by the dresser. “We’re going to learn to fly before she gets big too. That’s why we moved to the Hatchery.”

“Does she have a name yet?” A’li asked, looking up from making sure the string and old ribbons were still attached to the stick. The simple toy her guardian made was so far super effective at entertaining both hatchling and child. It made the move here easier and positive so far.

“I was thinking… Viola.” Bi’Jay said from where he sat, watching A’li wiggle the ribbons on the ground near the bed until pale little forearms and a long neck pounced out at them. His wolf padded over to lay down beside him.

“Is that a… a english word?” A’li gasped at the strange sounding thing, looking back as the little wintherin pounced the stick. “What does it mean?”

“It is,” Bi’jay nodded, making sure that Sage had attention with the new addition to the family. “It has a few meanings. One is a flower, and I like flowers. The other is an instrument, the baby sounds like she’s singing when happy.”

“...I like that.” A’li said softly, smiling as she wiggled the ribbons again after the hatchling ran back under the bed. Sitting on her heels and grinned as the hatchling pounced back out with her little wings flapping to keep balance. “Welcome to our family Viola, I hope you get as big as uncle Haco’s wintherin.”

25: “John experiences Viola with zoomies for the first time”

This garden space was different from others the outlander had seen so far. Having been exploring everywhere with his foster daughter wanted to see and was aloud. As much as both were learning their new home, as Bi’jay was learning possible hiding spots for when A’li would get scared. 

There was a shifting on his back, and a worried chirp from the hatchling Viola. The little wintherin clung tightly to Bi’jay’s jacket, her climbing claws rounded and sanded carefully. Not cut down too much so she could climb and hold onto fabrics without tearing clothes, or the skin under it. Bi’jay was pretty sure Viola would not be able to do more than lightly scratch him, but how she and A’li would cuddle up with Sage at night. He didn’t want to risk it.

Bi’jay was just thankful both the child and hatchling were good for bathtimes now. That first time Viola saw A’li getting a bath and attention all to herself… and tried to jump in. The result had been a lot of chaos that needed Haco to help clean up the mass of water and bubbles and give needed reassurances.

Sage looked like she had never been more disappointed in all of them.

The man reached up to cup his free hand against Viola’s head, neck and rubbed fingers on her back. He was being pulled by the smaller Argenta child down the new walking path. Sage was paddling along behind them and yawning in the early morning air. Bi’jay did not mind the mountain chilled air with the thick shirt he needed to wear. Though it had to be a good example to wear a jacket so A’li would stay bundled up, and Viola could hide under the back of the jacket to stay warm as well. The big wolf seemed even happier about the cooler air than anyone. 

“The grass is so tall…” A’li marveled as they paused beside a semi fenced area, looking back as Bi’jay crouched on his heels beside her. “What is it?”

“Looks like breakfast, or bread.” Bi’jay noted, and grinned at the confused look he got. Reaching out the man carefully bent the top of a plant that was seeding. Showing the girl before shaking the stem a bit, letting a few seeds fall into his palm. “It’s grain, I bet. That makes the oats… steamed grain we have in the morning. And the grain can be turned into flour to make bread.” 

Only these grains were about as big as a fingertip to him, instead of smaller like his past world. First world. More like little nuts. 

A’li picked one up, recognizing the seed now and nibbled carefully on it, but she was allowed to eat them raw in their home. Bi’jay was offering a nut like seed to Viola to grasp in her little forepaws to chew on as well. Then popped another in his own mouth, it reminded him of… pistachios. 

There was another chirp from his shoulder, and Viola, finally getting comfortable with the open space of the walking path, was wiggling out of Bi’jay’s jacket. He looked up and smiled, seeing the nut-like seed was gone. “Oh, you’re braving the outside?”

“Come on Viola!” the girl called gently, smiling as she reached up to give the hatchling a pet on the shoulder. Then pulled back, Viola looked disappointed and climbed down her person’s arm.

Bi’jay smiled and lowered the hatchling to the ground. Letting Viola sniff the sandy path and licked it. Only to make a face and flail a bit as she found out what sand was for the first time. Tiny splutters keeping the hatchling busy as Bi’jay laughed and stood up after making sure the sand was not cold. “You’re okay, pretty flower.”

Viola looked up, tongue sticking out, she made an alarmed sound that her person was standing up without her. The hatchling meeped and tried to bounce over, but slipped in the sand. Bi’jay came back and warm hands got Viola back up to her feet, yet he pulled away and did not let her climb up his arms again!

How dare!

…wait come back dad.

“...Sscreep?” Viola stumbled, worried as she was trying to go after her person.

“Come on little flower,” Bi’jay said, stooped but backing up, “You’ll have better traction out here, instead of the stone floors.”

“Skeee!” Viola demanded, high stepping on the sand path, not sure if she liked this new texture. 

A’li giggled as she kept pace with her foster father, “Come on Viola! You’ll like it out here!”

Sage slowly walked over behind the hatchling with no sound. She glanced at her person, and then the wolf touched her nose to the back and base of Viol’s tail. Startling the hatchling to squawk and jump then run forward normally instead of high steps. The winthern hatchling ran past the two peoples, and slid to a stop on the path. 

There was a pause before her wings popped open in excitement at the run. Viola bounced  and turned in place, seeing the wolf, but then flapped little wings as A’li laughed. This was a good thing? Running here? One could almost see how the hatchling realized there was room to run, no walls to run into!

Bi’jay laughed, not holding it in as he watched Viola charge at A’li, and the girl jumped away. Running ahead for a few paces before spinning around and landing with a thud that semi startled Viola. The hatching squeaking as she ran from her argenta sister, not in fear but excitement of being chased. 

Bi’jay bent to scoop up the hatchling, holding her up to press his cheek against her neck. Then swing her up high and back down, holding Viola in a way to support and let her wings flap as he lowered her back to the ground. Little legs swimming in the air as if she was going to run the instant she was on the ground. The kicking picking up as Sage ran past to bound ahead and get A’li running with her. 

The man let the hatchling go, seeing her stumble and then fling her wings up and launch into a run after. As much wanting to run with her new odd family as well as not wanting to be left behind. Bi’jay stretched his legs out in bigger strides to keep up. Happy to scoop up a child or a hatchling that came back to him for a cuddle before more play. Even lifting Sage into his arms with a grunt but the happy puppy like whine and tail wiggles were worth it to hug. The outlander put first his wolf over a stone fence to a park area, then the other two.

Short grass was just the best new thing to Viola next.

Off the path, the group could keep playing here Bi’jay was sure, let the sudden energy work through everyone. The flop afterwards should be gloriously boneless, and everyone would be hungry by late morning Bi’jay knew. He was just fine with that, hoping so because that meant hatchling and child would both likely nap in the afternoon. A’li might get back on her sleeping schedule again.

But first… Bi’jay grabbed Viola before her pale self fell in a mud puddle, accidentally starting a keepaway game for the hatchling to keep trying to dive into puddles.

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New game!! I figured it was going to be Sentinel themed.

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The low poly dragon from Quake and Maledict the cringe scientist edgelord from Doom 3 had better wing membranes than both the dragons from Skyrim and the wintherins from Doom Eternal 😭

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So anyway the new Doom game looks pretty neat, also I really like how it appears to be going for something a bit more "classic", like the third-person wintherin-riding sequence near the end of the trailer kinda has Idtech 4 vibes and the combat looks less fast and complex than Eternal.

Also the gun that grinds up severed zombie heads is cool.

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Something that's recurring in most modern Doom designs is either being eyeless or having one eye.

For example, the eyeless designs:

Hellknight in 2016.

Summoner.

The Wintherin.

Eternal's Unwillings

One eyed designs:

Samuel Hayden

Mancubus in 2016

Harvester

Hell Razer (or do they fit the category above?)

Some Maykrs

Armored Baron (armor-wise)

2016's possessed zombies

Then there's those statues of Maykr/Demon/Wraith/etc related creatures you find in Sentinel related maps.

I guess even the UAC elite soldiers and other 2016 armor designs show this.

You can also bring up multiple eyes like the visor of 2016's Cybermanc maybe or the Prowler.

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DOOM Eternal - Wintherin by Emerson Tung https://www.artstation.com/artwork/683Q05

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Doom Eternal: The Ancient Gods, Part 4

I don’t think anybody liked the ending of the Doom Eternal story TAG2 gave us. It completely derailed all the lore being built previously, but I think there’s enough scraps to have it rebuilt with a couple more DLC, the second of which I shall hypothesise here. Link to my first post.

Once again TAG4 begins with a “previously on” text that describes the Slayer’s knowledge of Hell’s true capital, Dis, and the fact that he needs an army of divine strength to summon it. It states that there is only one army left capable of such a mission...

Level One: Kher Lodur

The game starts with the Doom Slayer flying along on his Wintherin, like in the World Spear level of TAG2. He’s in the skies of Argent D’Nur, but not the one we’ve been seeing. Instead of a world recovering from a long ago Demonic Invasion, there is an active invasion. Demonic spires and warships are abound, and much of the Sentinel weaponry seen in the Immora level are present trying to fight it off, but are clearly losing. The Slayer lands and the level begins.

The visuals of this level should be a mix between the Argent D’Nur levels we’ve seen previously and Hell on Earth, to keep the Argenta levels fresh. There are valleys of lava, much of the cities are on fire, and there are live titans meandering in the distance. There should still be glimpses of greenery on distant mountains, to show us that this is a very recent development. Lore pickups will describe that Argent D’Nur previously being merely infested by demons instead of completely absorbed was a result of Hell’s deal with Urdak, which is now void.

The Father, or Valen, explain that Kher Lodur’s “secret” should still be in the vault, but the demons will be attempting to find and destroy it. Lore pickups explain that Kher Lodur declared loyalty to the Maykrs in the civil war but sheltered King Novik’s rebels. The level should be one like Blood Swamps or Super Gore Nest, where you’re trying to find three coloured keys for a central location and can choose your path. The coloured keys are neither keycards nor gorekeys, but of Argenta design. The different arenas to fetch the keys get you some interaction with the Night Sentinel fighters, which I enjoyed in TAG2. One, who talks to you perhaps, should be a woman. We should finally see those giant troll things seen in that cool artwork. Wintherins should finally get a lore entry.

One final note on the gameplay of this level: it should be Marauder central. A Marauder per fight, a spirit Marauder, a buff Marauder, a double Marauder, a fog Marauder, and to top it all off: the final fight is a triple Marauder. Once they’re finally defeated, there are no further Marauders in the entire game.

Once all the keys are found, the Slayer open’s Kher Lodur’s vault to discover its secret. Within is the last non-dormant Elemental Wraith, hidden away during the Argenta Civil War. It responds positively to the Slayer’s presence, and it uses its powerful wraithcall to open a portal, which the Slayer enters.

Level 2: Wraithworld (but give it an actual name like Urdak and Jekkad)

This level takes place in the Wraith home dimension. I have a little bit of fiction of my own to give some lore to the wraiths, though I think Hugo does have some actual ideas about where the Wraiths come from, so if its any good (and after TAG2 the jury is still out) that could be substituted for what I’ll about to write.

The Slayer emerges in a dimension similar but also very distinct from the interior of the World Spear. The Wraithworld should feel like the interior of the gigantic tree, made of crystal with bits of land like inside the worldspear. In the skybox there are features of raw elemental power, like gigantic flames, tornados, floods, lightning, and that sort of thing. There was a cut mission from Eternal with zero gravity features, and while I agree that sounds difficult and non-fun, something similar could be implemented where in changing from two areas could “shift” the gravity in a different direction, so that it adds to the alien atmosphere but doesn’t effect gameplay.

There are demons in the Wraithworld, but the Father explains (and it should be obvious from their lack of giant fleets of warships) that the demons have only just started their invasion, and with swift action they can be pushed back before weakening the Wraiths too much. The Father explains that “the Mother” is aware of the Slayer’s intentions, but wishes to judge his worthiness for herself.

I’m afraid I have not much more idea about what the gameplay of this level may entail. Perhaps there’s a large demonic invasion barge siphoning wraithfire to power its invasion and you have to destroy its invasive protrusions to force the demons back, though this is a bit similar to what I suggested for the last level of TAG3.

The lore pickups here go into the history of the wraiths and “the Mother”. Again, if Hugo has something good we could use that, otherwise here’s my perception. The Mother, or Wraithgod, is the primeval of the wraithworld, from which all other wraiths were borne. The Wraithgod and Wraithworld were the creation energies of the Father given life of their own. The Wraiths are beings of raw, unrestrained creation.

Upon completely destroying the demonic beachhead, the level ends and we are treated to a cutscene. The remaining demons, predominantly super-heavies, angrily surround the Slayer, but then a impossibly huge and eldritch-looking Wraith shows up and screams as blue fire billows out of their mouth. The demons cover their ears but all end up self-immolating with blue fire. The Slayer is unaffected, and merely bows before the Mother.

The Father explains that the Mother finds him worthy, and will give her wraiths to his cause, though he emphasises that many will perish in this attack. The scene cuts to the interior of the World Spear, where the thousands of dormant Wraiths explosively hatch and begin flying into a portal. Back in the Wraithworld, a similar scene plays out. The Slayer’s Wintherin returns, and flies him through the portal.

Level Three: Dis

The Wraiths descend in their thousands upon a burning Hellscape (maybe the lore can say it’s the abyss the Fireborne Barons come from?) and begin laying their fiery wraithcall upon the landscape. Where ever their call is heard, life springs, and they rapidly bring greenery and life to the burning lands of Hell. Gigantic trees envelop and kill even Titans. The Slayer watches from above on his Wintherin. Argent lightning begins the crackle, and out of nowhere a gargantuan floating city, resembling a gothic cathedral of twisted black metal, teleports into the field. Gigantic guns with skull motifs but with a clear technological bend begin firing upon the Wraith invaders. The Slayer immediately descends upon the city and gets some sort of cool cutscene of him landing atop of a Tyrant with a glory kill, like in the Immora tower.

The architecture of Dis should have the same aesthetics as the Scions introduced in part 3. Extremely technological, but not red Urdak. Extremely messy wiring badly covered up with rusted sheet metal bolted into hellgore. It should also be extremely grandiose; this is the capital of Hell after all. Predominantly black with lots of gold highlights. Skeletal decorations (gold coated) like that cathedral in Prague.

The arenas should be the largest in the entire game. Every single enemy (except for the Marauders who had their sendoff) needs to be present and shining. Maybe even some surprise appearances from old boss-fights (though significantly reduced in length). Every single gimmick from across all of Doom Eternal from Nekravol’s crushers to purple goo to overly convoluted platforming needs to be played out.

The Slayer discovers and destroys the Astronomicon, possibly having a single round of combat with an ever-more demonic-looking Davoth to do it. The Father points out that since the Icon of Sin required a crucible blade to simply paralyse, to truly destroy the Dark Lord an even more powerful blow would have to be struck. The Slayer heads to a location called the Mausoleum. Here the mummified corpses of immense demons are kept on display. A lore pickup explains that these demons ruled hell while the Dark Lord was kept as a life sphere. This explains the discrepancy between The Ancient Gods having the Dark Lord as a singular character while 2016 had it as a title passed down by different demons.

The Slayer comes across the corpse of the Icon of Sin, still baring the crucible blade in its skull. The Slayer still has the hilt, and reattaches the blade and removes it. The Icon of Sin almost immediately reawakens and it appears for a moment that the Slayer will have to face off with it. However, the wall behind the Icon shatters open and The Mother appears and drags the Icon off into the raging battle outside the city.

There are a couple more battles. With the Crucible back in gameplay maybe something interesting can be done with it; an insta-kill device isn’t that exciting. Maybe just give ten charges and have ten Arch-Viles spawn all at once, or something to that effect.

The last battle of this level takes place in some sort of throne room. Every demon and a dozen spirits and buff totems are hurled at the slayer, as demons like Erebus from the concept art watch on. These are the Eternal Archdemons and there should be a lore pickup for them. They throw up shields and are basically ambient but shooting some deadly lasers at you. One by one through the battle their shields fail and the Slayer kills them with funky glory kills. Their animations should look completely terrified.

After that battle is over, the Slayer heads to a gigantic fancy door. Opening it ends the level.

Level Four: At Doom’s End

The absolute interior of Dis is a circular chamber containing a gigantic black, red, and gold heart, similar to the one in Super Gore Nest but far more ancient and evil looking. Slightly crusty as if it’s been burned, pierced with metal supports, and so on. The Dark Lord is present, hideously disfigured and looking as if something far too powerful to be contained in a human form is ready to burst out of it. He gives some sort of funky speech to the Slayer, better than the TAG 2 one. Something along the lines of him no longer being the Davoth that only wished a better future for his people. He is something so far beyond that that to call him Davoth would be a misnomer. He is now just The Nameless One. He draws his sword and hurls it into the heart. It rapidly beats itself to pieces, releases huge amounts of souls like we saw in Nekravol. The Dark Lord draws them into himself and uses them to transform. The infrastructure of Dis is destroyed in a cyclone of energy, with the Slayer holding on only to a scrap of building being carried along the currents of the energy whirl.

The Dark Lord is transformed into a colossal titan outscaling the Icon of Sin, covered in bony black armour plating and small sections of exposed gold pulsating flesh. The fight should go similar but far more spectacular than Final Sin. The only land is moving segments of shattered building flying about the arena, predominantly from Dis but segments from every single architectural style in Dool Eternal should show up. Lots of grapple points also spin around the inferal vortex. The moving platforms only last a little while before being consumed and destroyed by hellfire, so the Slayer has to keep on the move. The constant slow trickle of new platforms brings in new armour and health pickups so the Dark Lord needs not summons lots of little demons. This battle should be truly one-on-one.

I’m not sure how long this battle should go, but I know that at minimum both arms need to be shot off and transform into centipede like monsters that have to be taken down in separate areas before returning to the main battle, where the Dark Lord has clusters of tentacles replacing lost body parts. The Dark Lord should be gross. Perhaps much like the Icon of Sin you have to destroy a dozen bits of his flesh to destroy him? But instead of just armour and flesh phases, there should be armour, flesh, bone, and spirit phases? The final battle goes up against the Dark Lord’s severed head, which grows spider legs like that bit of Norris in The Thing but giant and demonic.

Once the titanic duel is finished, the Slayer leaps upon the Dark Lord’s exhausted head and plunges the Crucible into it just as he did the Icon of Sin. Then he takes out the Sentinel Hammer and smashes the Crucible blade far deeper into the skull. Finally, he pulls out the BFG, and the green energy channels into the Crucible blade and the Dark Lord’s body is vapourised into a fine red mist. Several scenes are shown on Earth, Argent D’Nur, and Urdak, of Hell Portals transforming into black holes and sucking the entire demonic invasions back into them before sealing up. It should be far more dramatic than what we saw in TAG2. It is over. The Slayer collapses from exhaustion, but behind him a portal opens.

The final scene shows the Slayer, without his helmet, sitting on Reclaimed Earth. He watches humans rebuilding in the distance. The Intern shows up behind him, and offers several important roles in the post-war ARC. The Slayer shakes his head at them all. The Intern concedes that the Slayer deserves a retirement and he owes nobody anything anymore. The sun shines down on a smiling Slayer, as he spies and attempts to befriend a rabbit.

New Monsters:

I don’t have as many good ideas for this one.

Imp Lord: A variant of Imp with larger back spikes, a crown of horns, and the more yellow-purple colour scheme of 2016. Acts as a miniture Archvile in which it continually summons Imps and their variants and buffs them, but doesn’t effect heavies or zombies. Fireballs should be surprisingly strong.

Harvesters: The monsters from the Doom 2016 multiplayer, given a new lease on life just as the Prowlers were. Have a vampiric attack that heals other demons (visible repairing their wounds thanks to the destructable demons system.)

Slimer: Probably given a better name and I can’t think of a physical description, but an enemy that flings purple goo and dies in a puddle of purple goo.

Hell Razer: Reintroduced from 2016. Sniper units from hell: they keep to the opposite side of the arena and have a powerful always-accurate attack which they save until you’re flying through the air from meathooking or something and shoot you off course.

Electrocutioner: Again should have a better name and I don’t have a physical description, but have an electric attack that when struck causes the Slayer’s weapon mods to be temporarily disabled.

Vagary: Just to have a new Super-Heavy. If in TAG3 the Wretch is a Vagary we could reuse the model I’m not sure what abilities they should have. Something more impressive than just telekinesis, unless something really cool can be done with it.

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Doom Prompt 25: Past [3]

A Prompt from my Doom Discord, Based on the Garnets Story kinda but once more in the past of Argent D'nur. Pre-Divinity Machine shenanigans so Doomguy/Slayer is still able to talk (though I see him still being pretty quiet)

Have a Doomdad foster dad with a charge he was giving by the Sentinels, same one as last prompt, and a hatchling Wintherin. Viola!

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25: “John experiences Viola with zoomies for the first time”

This garden space was different from others the outlander had seen so far. Having been exploring everywhere with his foster daughter wanted to see and was aloud. As much as both were learning their new home, as Bi’jay was learning possible hiding spots for when A’li would get scared. 

There was a shifting on his back, and a worried chirp from the hatchling Viola. The little wintherin clung tightly to Bi’jay’s jacket, her climbing claws rounded and sanded carefully. Not cut down too much so she could climb and hold onto fabrics without tearing clothes, or the skin under it. Bi’jay was pretty sure Viola would not be able to do more than lightly scratch him, but how she and A’li would cuddle up with Sage at night. He didn’t want to risk it.

Bi’jay was just thankful both the child and hatchling were good for bathtimes now. That first time Viola saw A’li getting a bath and attention all to herself… and tried to jump in. The result had been a lot of chaos that needed Haco to help clean up the mass of water and bubbles and give needed reassurances.

Sage looked like she had never been more disappointed in all of them.

The man reached up to cup his free hand against Viola’s head, neck and rubbed fingers on her back. He was being pulled by the smaller Argenta child down the new walking path. Sage was paddling along behind them and yawning in the early morning air. Bi’jay did not mind the mountain chilled air with the thick shirt he needed to wear. Though it had to be a good example to wear a jacket so A’li would stay bundled up, and Viola could hide under the back of the jacket to stay warm as well. The big wolf seemed even happier about the cooler air than anyone. 

“The grass is so tall…” A’li marveled as they paused beside a semi fenced area, looking back as Bi’jay crouched on his heels beside her. “What is it?”

“Looks like breakfast, or bread.” Bi’jay noted, and grinned at the confused look he got. Reaching out the man carefully bent the top of a plant that was seeding. Showing the girl before shaking the stem a bit, letting a few seeds fall into his palm. “It’s grain, I bet. That makes the oats… steamed grain we have in the morning. And the grain can be turned into flour to make bread.” 

Only these grains were about as big as a fingertip to him, instead of smaller like his past world. First world. More like little nuts. 

A’li picked one up, recognizing the seed now and nibbled carefully on it, but she was allowed to eat them raw in their home. Bi’jay was offering a nut like seed to Viola to grasp in her little forepaws to chew on as well. Then popped another in his own mouth, it reminded him of… pistachios. 

There was another chirp from his shoulder, and Viola, finally getting comfortable with the open space of the walking path, was wiggling out of Bi’jay’s jacket. He looked up and smiled, seeing the nut-like seed was gone. “Oh, you’re braving the outside?”

“Come on Viola!” the girl called gently, smiling as she reached up to give the hatchling a pet on the shoulder. Then pulled back, Viola looked disappointed and climbed down her person’s arm.

Bi’jay smiled and lowered the hatchling to the ground. Letting Viola sniff the sandy path and licked it. Only to make a face and flail a bit as she found out what sand was for the first time. Tiny splutters keeping the hatchling busy as Bi’jay laughed and stood up after making sure the sand was not cold. “You’re okay, pretty flower.”

Viola looked up, tongue sticking out, she made an alarmed sound that her person was standing up without her. The hatchling meeped and tried to bounce over, but slipped in the sand. Bi’jay came back and warm hands got Viola back up to her feet, yet he pulled away and did not let her climb up his arms again!

How dare!

…wait come back dad.

“...Sscreep?” Viola stumbled, worried as she was trying to go after her person.

“Come on little flower,” Bi’jay said, stooped but backing up, “You’ll have better traction out here, instead of the stone floors.”

“Skeee!” Viola demanded, high stepping on the sand path, not sure if she liked this new texture. 

A’li giggled as she kept pace with her foster father, “Come on Viola! You’ll like it out here!”

Sage slowly walked over behind the hatchling with no sound. She glanced at her person, and then the wolf touched her nose to the back and base of Viol’s tail. Startling the hatchling to squawk and jump then run forward normally instead of high steps. The winthern hatchling ran past the two peoples, and slid to a stop on the path. 

There was a pause before her wings popped open in excitement at the run. Viola bounced  and turned in place, seeing the wolf, but then flapped little wings as A’li laughed. This was a good thing? Running here? One could almost see how the hatchling realized there was room to run, no walls to run into!

Bi’jay laughed, not holding it in as he watched Viola charge at A’li, and the girl jumped away. Running ahead for a few paces before spinning around and landing with a thud that semi startled Viola. The hatching squeaking as she ran from her argenta sister, not in fear but excitement of being chased. 

Bi’jay bent to scoop up the hatchling, holding her up to press his cheek against her neck. Then swing her up high and back down, holding Viola in a way to support and let her wings flap as he lowered her back to the ground. Little legs swimming in the air as if she was going to run the instant she was on the ground. The kicking picking up as Sage ran past to bound ahead and get A’li running with her. 

The man let the hatchling go, seeing her stumble and then fling her wings up and launch into a run after. As much wanting to run with her new odd family as well as not wanting to be left behind. Bi’jay stretched his legs out in bigger strides to keep up. Happy to scoop up a child or a hatchling that came back to him for a cuddle before more play. Even lifting Sage into his arms with a grunt but the happy puppy like whine and tail wiggles were worth it to hug. The outlander put first his wolf over a stone fence to a park area, then the other two.

Short grass was just the best new thing to Viola next.

Off the path, the group could keep playing here Bi’jay was sure, let the sudden energy work through everyone. The flop afterwards should be gloriously boneless, and everyone would be hungry by late morning Bi’jay knew. He was just fine with that, hoping so because that meant hatchling and child would both likely nap in the afternoon. A’li might get back on her sleeping schedule again.

But first… Bi’jay grabbed Viola before her pale self fell in a mud puddle, accidentally starting a keepaway game for the hatchling to keep trying to dive into puddles.

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Warmth: gift 2

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@gullivertravelstowonderland Have a thing, I love your MoD story and just.... GET LOVED ON! Also have a young Vito before the bad happened.

Also a part of the GT july, warmth prompt, just...out of order.

Warmth: Flynn and Vito

It was one of those strange, and rare moments of knowing he was dreaming of a memory. Not too early of one that it was hazy, maybe some odd years old, but he was also realizing it was not fully a ‘bad’ memory. Looking around, Flynn could recognize that he was in one of the better healing chambers of the arena. Not so deep in the pits, he was sitting in a chair with the back removed. It had been to let his back be treated better, and this had been the first day someone used a healer’s wraith gift on him while Flynn was awake. 

He wanted that healer to come back, the cool, almost numbing energy felt nice on his exposed back. More so after the time he had spent in hell.

Not the arena, now that he was awake and aware, the fighting arena was almost fun. The fighting part, not so much the treatment up until this point. He shifted in the dream, looking around from where he had been put in the corner. With two half walls it gave the impression of Flynn having his own space to himself for once.

Even if it was an illusion, and a healer could walk over to check on him at anytime, or offer another cup of water. It was nice to have some semblance of space and not have another prisoner pressed up against him. The healers seemed confused at him though, but not in a hostile. Though not weak as he saw a woman about his height bodily lift and drop a fighter in armor onto a bed and strap him down.

Strong woman!

Flynn was actually smart enough to just… sit. And watch. He could stand and stretch now and then, but the chains on his legs kept him in a set area. The one time he did go to a half wall was to get attention and get some water by offering the empty cup and slowly saying the native word for water he had learned. 

After that he found if he sat quiet during that day, the healers would bring him water, then some of their tea. Then… food.

Snacks?

It was a roll of soft bread, what seemed like a cross of a cookie and cornbread. Then a fruit. He let them fuss with his back, and got a honey flavored brownie. Let the two younger healers, a girl and boy that could not be even as tall as him, that noticed and watch the accelerated healing… he was allowed to walk unchained to the local equivalent of a bathroom. Even with an armored guard escorting, the silver colored guard was different then some of the others. Oddly quiet and just calmly standing guard for the healers more than seemingly to guard him.

That had been much better then what was in his prison cell before!

At least the corner was dimmer so Flynn could dose when it got boring. He was picking up some of the native words of this world, but not so much to fully understand why he was here (there?) and not being pushed to fight.

Then, an almost impossible thing happened around midday. More strangers had come to talk to the healers in the bigger part of the room but a sound had Flynn looking up to see a small frame peering around the half wall at him. Wide black-gray eyes looking up at him from a child’s face.

Bigger than a human child likely of the same age, the boy looked like he would be around ten, but was just taller like the locals all seemed to be. The boy was in one of those awkward stages of growth, starting to lose the baby fat but the boy's face was round and soft still. Flynn felt something in his chest soften, no matter the annoyances and insults from some of these strange people, kids were just… kids. This little black haired boy looked as confused as he was excited by the wall.

The man gave a soft chuff like sound, something he had heard done lowly to the big wolves.

“Hi?” The boy offered the simple greeting, watching Flynn back in that intense way of kids trying to sort something out in their heads.

Flynn hesitated a moment, before daring to speak in a low voice. Not wanting to draw attention, but also the return greeting was likely still very accented, “Hi.”

“I saw you fight with father! From above, he only spars and trains with the Sentinels now.” The boy chirped, hesitated as if not sure what to do but then in that senseless, fearless way of the young came closer. Dressed in a simple style of clothes, but it seemed pretty good quality to hold up against the chaos kids could get into. Not ‘fancy’ but durable, and had pockets to hold all the boy's random things. “Father liked you, he said you fight with… heart? Not mean though.”

What an odd compliment.

“...thank?” Flynn hesitated, not sure what the rest of the phrase was here. Or what a good chunk of that ramble was, yet grasp just enough to understand the boy saw Flynn's last fight…. The day before?

The boy was clutching a few idems as he looked up at the still taller outlander. The expression of innocence wonder, not judgemental greed or calculation of what to throw him into a fight with next. It had the man relaxing a bit, taking in a partly eaten yellow-green fruit and a little book.

“What that?” Flynn asked slowly, trying to make sure he was speaking the new words right while he motioned to the book and saw the little boy brighten up. The man was surprised and pleased as the boy came over to show him.

Holding up the book to show it was a plain cover, small for Flynn's hands but he picked it up and opened it. Almost expecting to see a story book but instead…

Doodles.

A little sketch book for the boy with a type of pencil in the spine of the book. The book was not grabbed back, so Flynn skimmed the pages. Finding shaky lines of the young learning to draw more things. The boy was drawing what was around him, including plants, animals that Flynn was not sure were real or made up. Something that looked like a dragon with a person on the back with a fuzzy cap? Another page had an egg with purple and blue colors added. There were a few pages of someone far more experienced drawing in the book too. Landscapes, a waterfall, and another, detailed egg in a nest. 

Then there were doodles of the child of some of the architecture around the arena building in the later pictures and… some of the fights? It was a rough picture of him, he recognized some parts of an opponent's armor.

“Like?” The boy asked, trying to repress a wiggle and failing at it.

“Nice,” the man smiled, finding the pencil again and pulling it out, pausing to see if it would upset the boy. The kiddo looked far too interested though and bounced in place to see what the strange outlander would draw.

“What is it?” The boy asked, watching as an animal he had never seen formed on the page.

“...rabbit.” Flynn said in English, smiling as the boy tried to copy what he said. It sounded so strange with the kiddo’s own accent. “Close.”

“What are… rab-bi-ets? Are they big like bears?” The boy asked, taking the book back once offered. The looked up at movement and gasped in delight at the small distance Flynn measured between his hands. “Small?”

“Small.” Flynn agreed, “Soft…nice.”

The boy looked back to the new drawing in his little book then froze as a low voice called from the other side of the big room.

“Vito.”

The boy, Vito, had much the same look as a human child. That internal debate if he could get away with not answering, then looked guilty at his own thoughts. It was kinda cute, if not funny to the outlander.

“Yes sir?” Vito turned to look back at a man not much taller then Flynn. Someone with short white hair, one eyes clouded and likely blind, the other almost the same black as Vito's own eyes. Planly dressed like some of the non active Sentinels, though being half blind the older man might be retired despite the fit build.

“Do not bother the fighter,” the father spoke clearly, “Let him heal in peace son.”

Vito turned back, looking worried as he peered up at Flynn… hesitated before he offered his fruit, there was just two small bites taken out from one side. “Sorry! I didn't know you were healing!” 

“It… okay,” Flynn spoke slowly, carefully using the native words still. Then hummed in surprise at the odd fruit put in his hands, watching the boy run out of his area and back to the father.

Flynn took a careful bite, looking down surprised at the cool, if not mold flavor. Something…nice. 

He remembered the taste of the odd fruit, it was one of the first real nice, natural flavors…

Something he wanted more of.

A clatter of sound jarred the altered man out of his sleep. The following sound of someone jumping up from their spot against his shoulder. Reflexes kicked in for Flynn those few seconds before his companion. Reaching up and wrapping his hand around the injured Sentinel in half armor. Fingers curled to hold the smaller man firmly, yet he managed not to press on the wounds. 

Both froze into the stillness to match the winter storm outside. The giant scanned around, waiting to see where the demons were flooding from-

A single, hell mutated gargoyle was plastered against one of the few windows. It's tattered, twitching wings were freezing in position as the snow bank rose around the very… ice solid demon freezie.  Arm half lifted to catch the smaller Sentinel.

Flynn snorted deeply, glancing to his side at the young Sentinel.

Dark, shiny black eyes stared back with an unimpressed expression that mirrored his far more scary mother. Mirrored, not an exact copy of the look, but enough that the giant grinned. “Can you let me go?”

There was a notable pause as Flynn slowly smiled wide enough to flash teeth.

“What are doing!? Ack!” Vito started to ask and then let a started yelp

The much larger demigod lifted his left arm that was holding his only companion at the moment. Stomach flexing as he sat up, eyed the still frozen demon. Making sure there was no glow of energy in it. Looking back down, Flynn grinned one more at the now upsidedown Vito. Shifting into a better position he lifted his other hand to help support the now limp young man. Vito letting the giant turn him carefully to squint at his left side where his broken under suit was mostly on but had a good section cut off for the wound to be treated earlier. 

“Must you?” Vito demanded, tolerating being moved and inspect only because of the trust he had. 

“Mmhm..” Flynn hummed, then carefully helped Vito right side up, watching as the young Sentinel still leaned back on his right hand for support. The jolt of adrenaline must have drained out, Vito’s carefully selected position to get the best heat was now gone. His smaller form was remembering that there was a winter storm still and started to twitch as he fought the shivers. 

Flynn gave a low rumbling sound of worry.

“I'm…. I'm fine.” Vito shivered a bit more. “Gods I was kinda warm th…there.”

He felt the giant shift, not resisting being lifted up into the right hand. Watching as Flynn shifted to reach behind to grab and pull the bear-like pelt. Having been laying on it, it was also a mix of bed and warmth, like Flynn’s shoulder had been. Vito could only watch in curiosity as he was moved as the giant sat up. The young man basically tucked under the heavy fur and used the massive left arm to wedge against the living warmth. Vito made a relieved sound as the body heat and insulating fur was thawing him out. Not resisting his giant commander as Flynn inspected the building they were stuck in. Then found a slightly better spot to sit and learn back into a reclining seat. 

The giantanic man peered down, checking on Vito and smiled a bit at finding him dozing off again. He tucked the fur cloak around his smaller friend. 

Flynn blinked, pulled the rest of the cloak around and checked the inside. For the first time realizing he did not see more than one seam in the middle. What… what animal was big enough to make this? He puzzled over that while settling down and held one of the few completely unafraid persons of his altered self. A low rumble excepted the massive chest, Vito leaning against Flynn like he would settle in a wintherin nest. 

They still had at least the rest of the night to doze off while the storm raged before there was anyone able to look for them. Sentinels or Hell’s beasts. Or one angry wintherin rider commander, Vito's mother. She still scared him more than Valen.

Flynn grunted as he realized he had a sudden craving for the odd yellow-green fruit like in the dream-memory. 

Well, that was not fair.

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Okay, everyone gets pudding cups for the new doom art coming out. Or jello cups for those that want it!

....I need to finish writing some prompts of the Slayer lol

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Doom Prompt 14: Old man Sunwalker

A writing prompt from my Doom Discord, tied into the Garnets story. old Crucible is just...grumpy old man . 14: “Old man Sunwalker being slightly grumpy at Lily holding him”

The old crucible woke up not against its chosen wielder, and for a moment was confused. The Slayer was not far, but also… calm.

There was a low deep rumble that turned into a chuckle at a frustrated sound from… someone else? Sunwalker shifted their attention and found that other, new living weapon alike to himself, but they were settled and sleeping still needing that mental rest so to say. Still very much connected to the Slayer King….and for the first time Sunwalker found out who was also connected to the younger weapon.

He had to take a phantom form to look around on his own, finding himself sitting at the head of a bed. Argenta made but the big royal room had been filled with the oddest assortment of things to Sunwalker. The living weapon could hold this form for a good long while, just not many could see him.

A glowing blue eye opened to look over at the phantom. The Slayer was stretched out on his front in his bed, arms crossed under his chin and though his body language was deceptively relaxed… Sunwalker knew better. He was connected to this one after all.

He also blinked red shined eyes back as the crusible’s phantom clearly picked up the warning glare. 

There was a bit of a pulse from a healer’s wraith gift, drawing Sunwalker’s attention and he jerked a bit in shock. Confused as to why a child would be in the Slayer King’s rooms. She was sitting back on her knees, on his back before huffing and sat up to plop her weight onto the heels of her hands on one spot. Frowning in concentration, her wraith gift was still so new but flared a bit in time with her emotions. In this case, trying to get something to work.

The child had to be just starting to learn her healer’s gift, no fine control one could say. It was like someone smacking a papercut with a non-stick gauze pad to see if that worked.

…actually it was exactly like that. 

The Slayer had many small cuts on his back, no longer bleeding and would heal on their own in the next day or so. Yet he was just letting this child try to heal, knowing she just was not at that level? 

This amusing sight was what got Sunwalker’s attention, but what held it was the living weapon realizing that his chosen’s own energy, power? The Slayer’s energy was threaded and mixed into this girl’s soul, his power skimming over top of her in a way that was like a shield. A way that almost seemed intentional to hide her. But there was no Mark on her. Just one little mark on a bit of jewelry, and on her wrist, something not even like the Sentinel's own to use some aspects of his power.

“Why… do you… have… to be… built… like… a brick… shite… house…?!” The girl growled out, resorting to bouncing as the Slayer laughed lowly. Lily was not really trying to heal the cuts at first but to work something out. She sat back and glared at the scarred back, then pounced forward on the heels of her hands as if a surprise attack would improve results. 

Sunwalker just stared, taken aback at the strange insult. Watching as the Slayer shifted and somewhat started to get up, making the girl laugh and yelp as she fell to his left, away from the side of the bed. It was like watching a wintherin stretching in the nest as the Slayer got up just enough to rotate his shoulders before settling down with a groan. The girl sat up, Lily checked and then tossed up her hands as the knot she had been trying to work out and heal, had been forced into accelerated healing by the demigod.

The Slayer rolled over and reached out, grabbing the child with a playful growl. Getting a yip and an attempt to kick before wrapping his arms around the small girl. Sunwalker jerked as he stared and then suddenly realized that sort of connection he was seeing should not be from just a gift through a mark-

When did his chosen wielder have a child?!

Sunwalker could only stare in a now confused, shocked state, not sure what was going on as the Slayer loosened his hold to start using that silent language. The girl responding the same way, as if raised with it?

The Slayer was sitting up a bit, then rolling onto his back and reaching upwards. Not so blindly reaching to grasp the hilt of Sunwalker. That warning look was leveled at the phantom he could see even if his child could not. Then the Slayer was offering it to the girl as she sat up in the bed. 

“That’s… the new… old one? That’s older than dad?” the girl, Lily asked, getting a nod back as the Slayer sat up. He took her hand and carefully set the hilt into it. Both her hand and the crucible hilt fit in his own.

The Slayer signed carefully with his free hand. Aware of the almost instinctual reaction of the crucible, but there was a solid, though unseen hit of the Slayer’s will at the living weapon. He broke reality once, he would break Sunwalker in half again if the living weapon hurt his Flower.

“...feels weird.” Lily said, unaware of the momentary battle of wills. Being careful on instinct, knowing she could not trigger the blade but still gentle as she turned the crucible over. “...it …it feels warm. Almost like you… not the same kind of heat.”

The Slayer asked a question in sign.

Lily thought about it, still being careful, the edges of the crucible felt sharp unlike her dad’s. Like it was bristling at her almost. “It… feels like just before a sunburn. You feel like… well right now you feel like the heater on a boat. Nice and hot but don’t touch it.” she set the crucible in his hand again, and then playfully touched her fingers to the demigod’s head.

The Slayer chuckled, eyed the new-old weapon to make sure it would keep behaving before reaching to grab Lily. Grinning at the squeak as he lifted her up, pressing his head to hers to make sure to drive home to the crucible that this was his. His daughter, and Sunwalker was not allowed to lash out in any way. He sat back to free a hand and sign another question, the hilt set back on the bed.. 

“...yes! Spaaaace!” Lily cheered, getting picked up and carried over to the not really but ‘open’ balcony.

…when did the Slayer have a child?!

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Doom Prompt 18: Wraith knitting club

A writing prompt from my Doom discord, basted on the Garnets story. I still see the Wraiths of the Doom world being that kind of wine aunt that comes by, lets you get away with Chaos, but mostly within reason. Teach you how to pick a lock and fill you up with good food before poofing away.

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18: Hypothetical wraith knitting club where they talk about how feral John is. Pre fall of argent D'nur

“Where did you find him?”

Bastet looked up from patting the aquatic version of her Wintherins that her sister made, using her foremost right paw. “Find who, Sekhmet?”

“That cranky thing in your home nest city.” The other smaller wraith noted from where she was fanning her wings and settling beside her sister at the base of the World Spear.

“Oh, Bi’Jay, the hell born.” Bastet tilted her head, thought about it and then shrugged both her wings, “I have no idea where he came from. I noticed him when my wintherin kept chattering about him. Then he crawled into my nest proper, he stinks of Jakkad, but not as much as he used to.”

“He’s Jakkad born?” A third Wraith demanded in shock, pausing mid air as she fanned her wings, mid motion of about to land and curl up on a nice warm wood platform. “One of His children finally made it out alive from their prison?”

“He’s not Jakkad born, or descended,” Bastet shook her big head, the blind wraith scented the energies around and found where her smaller sister was and flopped a rear wing over Sekhmet. Grinning at the trill of protest. “He was definitely reborn in Jakkad’s wilds though, it shows. But he does not have the dominant features our brother favored for his children.”

“Feral little thing?” Ceres asked after she settled her serpentine self down, wings folding.

“Oh most definitely,” Bastet laughed, her smaller sister climbing up on her back to settle where it was mostly safe. The smaller Wraith was in her roughly humanoid shape, looking around and flicked her tail demandingly until Bastet sighed and shifted to flick her own up tail to hold her sister's.

“Of course you would like a feral thing of His,” A water Wraith noted coming into the area, snorting bubbles. 

“I don't think the boy belongs to our lost brother.” Bastet noted, “Other than he seems to be able to absorb any kind of energy offered to him. He can't understand primordial at all. It's…odd. Something about of his makeup is like our Argenta, reminiscent of… Gaia’s work maybe? Her and some other brats left to seed other planets recently… I think. Right?”

“They did,” Ceres tilted her head, listening to the wraith songs from a distance. And then snorted, “Sounds like they're having a… wonderful time adapting their new children to a chaotic planet.”

“Not everything is easy to alter to a new planet.” Sekhmet noted as she stretched out between her larger sister's forewings. “We were very lucky with the Argenta.”

“Mentioning them,” the youngest wraith there lifted her head out of the water as she was climbed on by the aquatic wintherin. All three sets of her eyes reflecting annoyance, “Have you seen what they're up to?”

“Aren't they playing with our brother's children?” Ceres asked, grooming her feathers, and made an interesting sound at extracting a clinging gargoyle hatching out of her mane, “Vere, did this vome frum?”

Bastet cackled, “Hah! Ceres fell asleep in a cavern I bet! Best to sleep in a nest-city sister!”

“Even if it’s a long nap, the Sentinels take care of you when you sleep.” Sekhmet noted, and then wondered aloud. “I wonder what of our brother’s creations came by, I thought most were killed off or sealed in Jakkad?”

Ceres set the hatching back down in her coils, “I hope its the Gorgons coming back. They had nice voices. And sassy babies.”

“Unfortunately they went extinct outside of Jakkad.” Sekhmet sighed deeply, she liked those creatures too. 

“I think they're called… ur’dac?” the water wraith paused and tried to remember, “They spoke strange, but were almost gathering some Argenta like a class?”

“...Urdak?” Bastet asked, turning her blind gaze to the younger sister. The biggest Wraith present did not look impressed, “Them? The Maykrs? Oh bother, those brats. I hope their ‘father’ keeps them in line.”

“Who are they?” the youngest asked as she rolled her mass in the water, playing with the creatures with her tail. 

“Annoyances! The lot of them… well, I used to like a few of their angles, they were polite at least when Davoth was active.” Bastet snorted and then stretched. “If they are around, though, we should get ready for some headaches. And I need to shed this form.”

“What for?” Sekhmet asked as she held on tight.

“What else? To fight!”

“Are you really going to fight our brother’s children?”

“Yes.”

Ceres looked up and grinned, “I got some energy from a white star before it collapsed. Want some to help you shed Basket?”

“...Yes.”

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Doom prompt 08: Store

ended up not being exactly what was meant on the prompt. Might try redoing this but still, have a Valen on earth!

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8: “One of the Argenta end up in a miniatures store “

Valen tilted his head, looking at the storefront as he considered going inside. It was one of many places he had to have this moment of debate on going in. The once Commander was walking past the store and paused again at the last second. Looking through the glass to see something that looked semi familiar. 

Valen finally recognized it as being like the figurines Lily had. Sea creatures around reefs or stylized waves. He knew it was just a few pisces his charge had, most showed signs of being broken and fixed several times. The Argenta man reached out to touch the glass lightly with his prosthetic hand. He looked up, thinking as he scanned the now street, then down to himself.

The armored man shook himself, getting the worst of the demonic blood off himself before stepping back to the main door. He tapped it, surprised that it opened easily with a little bell chime and Valen had to duck to get in. Standing still in the store as he took in the layout as he looked for any corrupted. There were signs of some sort of struggle, leading from inside to the deep towards the door that Valen stood at. 

He knelt, carefully, having to be so careful with his natural bulk compared to humans to find the splatter of blood had long since been dried out. The edges of his armor could catch on all the… small things. No one had been here in months, so Valen looked around again.

Glass, clay, metal, wood, all the little things and trinkets.

It was a painful reminder that the humans were, mostly, as far as Valen could tell in a time of peace. Able to afford to spend resources on arts, to give in and spend errand resources to hobbies that were not all dedicated to their warriors. 

Valen lifted his right hand, touching a tiny… cat figure on a shelf with others. It reminded him of Lily’s feline pets. Even curled up like they did in her room or the ‘cat room.’

He had to ease himself slowly through the narrow aisles, Valen slightly regretted his choice now to come in. He did pause off and on to pick something small and slip into his subspace like storage, thinking of the small humans on the Fortress.

Valen paused, looking at what looked like a display of Wintherin-like creatures. Some were pretty close to what he knew all too well, but the heads were wrong. Too small and the wrong kind of horns. Or the body was too thick around the forearms and chest.

It made him wonder if something was missing in translation from the Argenta group the humans were descended from, to now. Or then, before the hell invasion.

Valen picked one up, pale and pearl like with hints of blue on the Wintherin like creature. Holding a chest with painted clay pearls. His gaze softened under his helmet, thinking of the old Wintherin his wife favored so much. That was slid into the hidden storage as well, it was not quite the same shape of a proper Wintherin but the color was almost perfect. He looked up, carefully stepping over to this side of the window display, finding not just the… then…

Shark.

That’s what Lily called it, some sort of ‘hammer’ shark that was curling up a coral spire. Valen very carefully picked it up, humming in appreciation at the craft used in this piece. It was surprisingly hefty, being the length of his forearm, but there were so many little details in it. Smaller than small fish in the reef. All painstakingly painted by hand, little imperfect details that proved it.

That was safely stored as well, before Valen paused to look at a glass sculptor on this side of the display. For a confused moment it thought it was a gorgon sitting up on a flaring shell or waves? Then Valen saw the flowing fins on the slender lower body. No details of face but still alike enough that it gave the impression of the long hair as the odd little creature held up a glittering, gold marble like pearl. It was the only color in the clear glass.

Valen was not sure what to think, he never saw a being like this, it was impressive skilled work… and he did not like how it reminded him of his charge’s possible fate.

The argenta man carefully set down the glass sculptor, saddeningly needing to make his way out. Not making much sounds as he looked at this still place. Valen stepped back out onto the street, he had things to do, supplies and materials to get for hopefully keeping the Fortress free of the Maykrs influence.

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DOOM Prompt 07 Bar?

A writing prompt from my doom discord, tied into the Garnets story. n.n; after the fact I'm not 100% sure I got this right for the prompt but I tried.

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7: “Night Sentinel find the remains of a Biker Clubhouse while scavenging and think it was a Warriors' Lodge”

Ria paused on his half patrol, half scouting walk. He was not trying to hide, not that he could really hide given his height and silver, if stained armor. In a way the shield barrier was not trying to hide at all, both to lure any lingering demons in the area his unit had not already culled. 

Or maybe, just maybe any surviving humans. 

He paused, Rai carefully reading what at first he thought was a scrawled graffiti in yellow paint on a sign but then paused. It took him a few moments and some needed steps to get closer to tell the difference between the yellow paint over the older different shade of yellow of metal of the sign. It was a pretty clever trick really, and Rai was impressed.

There was a huff beside him and he turned, kneeling down to rub Rula’s ears, “Do you smell anything old girl?”

Rai watched the wolf shifting and lifting her head, blue-silver fur was in much better condition. Between being fully brushed out and some time to recover body condition, Rula did not look so raggedly rickety that she would fall over. Either dead or just dead asleep on her paws again.

The sentinel wolf was not really her younger self, but had strong legs and muscles again. Enough to come and help look for survivors or be an early warning for any wandering hordes. Now she was scenting around and paused, turning in the same direction the sign indicated survivors to look. That was enough to convince Rai to head off the main street to one of the side ones. 

His weapons were not in hand now, but easy to get too in case. Short of the higher powered or modified plasma weapons Rai was pretty sure that his armor would hold against most things humans had. Likely smart but hold. He paused at another sign, working half way through the local human language, then followed Rula as she padded to a stone work building. 

There was the oddest sign, or flag there beside the door. Most things from humans were odd to Rai, from their cars that were massive, wheeled or no wheels as humans did have hovercraft technology, but the things he was seeing under rigged up sun or rain covers were some of the strangest. They were a good body length long with two wheels, and of all things it almost looked like a wintherin saddle built into it!

“Humans are strange.” Rai decided after carefully inspecting several of these two wheeled vehicles. Guessing they were likely some sort of pleasure types? They did have dust and ash on them, but some seemed oddly clean, one even warm despite being in the shade.

Rula smacked a door to the stone brink building with a whine suddenly, her tail was wagging as the wolf sat and stared pointedly until her current Sentinel came over. He glanced at the flag again, it was a flag and not a proper banner as he knew. With a black backdrop and several circles with text that was hard for Rai to read. In the center was a closed fist that had letters.

“...ba’ca’?” he tried to say what he read, reaching down to rub at one of Rula’s ears. A flag with the name of a vegetable made no sense so Rai doubted that was right. He looked down, “Do you smell someone alive, Rula? Or a ghost?”

The wolf shifted to smack the door again with a big paw. Whining like she did when not aloud into the areas for the kids on the Fortress. TAking that as something good, Rai reached for the door, testing it and winced in his helmet as it felt like the small lock broke under his hand. The door opened and he let Rula go in first, the wolf padding in and putting her nose to the ground, starting to work through the scents.

“Hello?” Rai called, making sure it was in that slightly formal seeming ‘standard’ human version of the Argenta language. He had to duck low to get through the door, wary of a low ceiling- he had hit his helmet on one too many light fixtures that day thank you. 

He could feel the warmth, even if the windows were covered, and the place was dark. It looked like a fireplace of some sort had been active the night before, Rai stooped to touch it, and found warm ish coals in the ash. There were also other signs of life that had been here, but not at the moment as Rula was getting frustrated not being able to find the young she wanted to mother like she was allowed to do on the Fortress. 

She was a good mother!

“I’m sorry Rula, I don’t think they are here,” Rai said after a few minutes of looking around. He chuckled as the wolf sat and then heavily flopped over onto her side with a low groan. “Maybe they had to leave in the culling of demons?”

Then it hit him as Rai looked up again, taking in the layout. Just different enough but just similar at the root that Rai realized they were in a converted tavern. Like the ones he had seen back on Sentinel Prime and Argent D’nur when Rai was young. After the Slayer had found him in the rubble of his childhood home. The now young Sentinel remembered peering into taverns alike, to see his guardian at the time and other impossibly strong warriors, both immortal and not. The oddness of seeing the same firm faces that were laughing and relaxing away from the Keeps.

Rai walked over to the bar counter, feeling strangely too big as he passed low tables. Looking around as he noticed similar and different things. Displayed pictures of humans, instead of broken shields of fallen brothers hung up… oddly the head of a taxidermied animal that must have been hunted. 

There were cups, some with water, some with a familiar amber fluid that looked like ale. Rai found a clear spot, not moving anything as there were also possibly personal things. Just in case, he dug into his subspace, because just in case the surviving humans had fled as the fighting started. 

Rai set several idioms down on the counter, the device for Vega to talk to someone once it was active and able to activate a portal. The bag of stable food, a clean water jug and the letters that humans on the Fortress had written out in as many different languages they knew. The Sentinel lingered a moment, and then whistled for Rula to get up and stop her pout, turning to leave. 

The young man grunted as he hit another low hanging light fixture, but avoided the others and carefully got back outside. Rai had to give another command for Rula to come, and she reluctantly did, looking back as if sure there was something inside for her. Grumbling in her way as they started back to the patrol.

A whistle came almost before Rai was about to turn back towards where his brother Sentinels were, starting to go through the supplies of storage building. Weares house?

Rai turned with Rula, startled, but paused as he saw a shorter than him human in some sort of odd leather jacket, standing in front of the place he was just in. Looking unsure and then determined as he glanced behind him, and Rai spotted a smaller child clutching one of the ‘peanut butter’ jars in the left bag.

Rula wiggled, she had known she smelled a child!

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Ignoring the fact that it’d probably kill you to do so, what do you think some of the demons from Doom taste like?

Mmmh I'll go with some of the ones from the main line games and I'll put most of them in categories just so I don't have to repeat myself thousands of times

Minotaurian demons probably would taste like a mix between beef and pork. I think they would be fine to eat as long as you get rid of the organs that let them produce green flame, but they are carnivores and they are very muscular monsters, definitely not a very tender meat.

Pinkies...if we are talking about the retro ones, probably similar to pork. They have body fat so maybe their meat wouldn't be too bad to eat. Modern ones....oh boy. They are heavily platted and you are sure not gonna eat the plates, their skin seems generally very hard, very boney...the little meat left would probably taste more turkey-ish, maybe similar to a gator or a croc.

Arachnid demons...mmh. they look like brains but they have bones inside, besides for the metal parts of course, but you probably would end up eating organs, not meat. They also have blue blood, I assume they would taste very much more like metal. I'm not a fan of organs, eating more metallish organs...yeah personally wouldn't probably like that.

Cacodemons and caco-like are covered in osteoderms and they have A LOT of bones and only a couple of organs, no body fat. The vestigial limbs maybe would be fine, but I don't think it would be very worth it.

Lost souls are literally skulls DON'T EAT SKULLS

Imps...yeah probably very porkish. Not much meat, they are skinny.

Mancubus probably just very fattish pork, not my cup of tea.

Maykrs probably more like very metallic sea food? I wouldn't eat drones though, they are heavily biomechanical, don't think they would be edible at all.

Marauders and zombies are pretty much humans NO YEAH wouldn't eat, but they say humans taste like pork, so rotten pork it is.

Revenants...what exactly do you want to eat

Demonic wintherins...probably chicken-turkey like, the wings seem very intriguing.

Whiplash...they are mammals ok. But I think they probably taste like an imp with a bit more of fat because they have tits but the 3D model doesn't because that was inappropriate apparently lol

Gargoyles could be very good. Very crunchy. Seem very good roasted or fried, I think they would taste similar to something like a blackbird.

Tentacles...mh. They have bones, so I feel like they wouldn't taste like an octopus, seem very meaty...maybe beef? Could also be very good.

Mother of the Demons/Sister...they are xenomorph-bugs. I think you could fry them? Definitely crunchy, but not that great.