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Project Delilah	By : AvaGardnersWhiskeyBottle Category: +A through F > Doom Views: 5144 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Doom or any of the characters from it. I make no money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: So in this chapter, an unspecified amount of time has passed since Delilah was taken captive in Hell. The first section is a glimpse of the internal struggle that is going on inside of her while she learns the ways of the barons. The second section is the first interaction between father and daughter because she can't exactly sympathize (or unsympathize) with someone she has never met. (Well, technically a person can do one or the other but for the sake of my little story, there just has to be some sort of contact between these two). I tried to make it humourous because otherwise this story would end with this chapter because the Slayer would unknowingly kill his own daughter.
After all, the Slayer is just a lean mean killing machine who doesn't have a sense of humor, right?
What fandom am I writing for again?
Go ahead and throw a chair at me.
“Child, stop thinking about it,” the summoner said as Delilah walked and he hovered next to her. They were heading towards a small group of barons who were pawing the ground impatiently with their hooves and tossing their heads like bulls.
“What am I thinking about?” she asked coolly, although she was on the verge of tears and hoping that the summoner’s ability to read minds didn’t apply to her.
“Escaping,” was the unexpectedly gentle response. It was enough to make her stop walking and look at the barons in the distance who stood with their arms crossed over their chests. She brushed the tears from her eyes and pretended to fix her top and skirt, which actually fit her like a glove.
“They don’t like me,” she said with a touch of sadness in her voice. She was used to being liked by males and rarely had enemies of the opposite sex.
“Like you or not, they’ve been given strict orders to capture you if you try to escape, therefore I highly advise you not to try anything rash. You would be put back in chains,” the summoner spoke in hushed tones, for the information that he was divulging was not supposed to be told to her.
“You see? That’s what I have to look forward to if I do something wrong. This place is nothing but a shithole—”
“My dear child, have you forgotten how many times you have defied His Lordship’s orders? It would have meant instant death for any other baron. He is commending you for your bravery and giving you a chance to prove yourself—”
“I don’t have to prove myself to anyone, least of all His fucking Lordship!”
“Keep your voice down, you fool! And don’t disrespect him, especially when you’re speaking to me!” The summoner had turned her to face him, giving her a quick shake. He found it difficult to keep his own voice lowered when he felt like smacking some sense into the Slayer’s daughter. All of the barons were looking at them, stroking their goatees and whispering to one another. It was obvious that the two of them were arguing.
“Look, all I’m saying is that there are better places to be than here. Whether you agree with me or not is something that I don’t care to make a public scene about,” she said as she pried the summoner’s fingers from her arms and would have continued her purposefully slow pace towards the barons when a deep voice spoke from behind them.
“Those places are being taken over by yours truly. C’mon, sweetheart, I want this operation over with before the next age,” Abaddon spoke from seemingly nowhere, strolling up to her casually and putting his hand on her shoulder. Delilah was terrified—she wondered how much of the conversation he had heard. The summoner was scared shitless also; even though he had no eyes, there was a look of abject horror on his face, like he was going to be sentenced to death.
“They say that I’m smitten with you… maybe I am…” Abaddon said to Delilah quietly just before they joined the group, tugging gently on her left horn. He went to the front of the group and gave the final instructions while Delilah stood at his side. Some of the barons were snickering amongst each other and some were just glaring at her.
Delilah wished she could die.
The door to Dr. Pierce’s secret office was kicked open and out walked the Slayer, removing his helmet so that he could breathe in some fresh air. Well, the air was about as fresh as it could be in a building that had been abandoned for years and had the lingering stench of corpses. The system configuration had mysteriously gone offline, which rendered the functions of his armor useless.
However, it’s also what freed him from being tethered and helpless in a goddamn office.
He walked the darkened halls of the building, some rooms completely darkened, others with flickering lights. He searched the rooms for a weapon, not so much to find whoever had tripped the power. After finding a super shotgun and some shells, he heard a commotion on the upper floor and went to go check it out because it sounded like a person shouting. He figured that whoever it was knew how to reboot the system.
“THIS IS WHAT THEY THINK OF MY REPORTS???!!!! ALL OF THE TIME I SPENT WRITING THEM!!!!!!! TO HELL WITH THEIR CLASSIFIED INFORMATION!!!!!!!” Delilah roared as she lifted her arms upwards in a classic pose of demonic anger, her hands covered in blue-green flames. She slammed her fists into the control panel of the supercomputer, pulling out wires and motherboards, sending plastic and metal shrapnel flying. She continued raising hell in the lab where she had been experimented upon, her father watching with an amused look on his face. She threw a chair at the doorway, not seeing the shadowy figure who furtively dodged the projectile object. She ripped a light fixture from the ceiling that kept bonking her horns, throwing it at a large screen across the room that had the word “offline” flashing across it in obnoxious red letters.
Another chair went flying at the power panel that she had shorted by overloading it with argent energy from her fingertips. When it hit the panel, the power went back on for a split second then shut down again. Delilah knocked over filing cabinets, papers and filing folders scattering all over the floor. She hopped onto what remained of the supercomputer and hiked up her skirt so that she could piss all over it when a voice called out to her from the doorway.
“Could you throw another chair at that energy panel?”
Delilah froze, pulling her skirt back down hastily and stepping awkwardly off the supercomputer with her legs close together. A look of utter mortification was on her face as she turned around to face the one and only Slayer.
“From my experience, I’ve discovered that those damn things only work properly when you punch them or throw something at them,” he went onto say, taking a step forward.
Delilah fell backwards on her ass, shaking and breathing hard. She scooted back before getting up and pressing on all the switches in a panic then walked back until her back bumped against the wall.
“Please don’t kill me,” she said lamely, not knowing what else to say but also because she honestly didn’t want to die. She had never thought that she would come face-to-face with her father, therefore she wasn’t prepared for a conversation with him.
“Why would I want to kill you?” the Slayer asked with a sly grin. “It’s not like you’re trying to attack me.”
An imp suddenly popped its head through a duct right above Delilah’s head and lunged at the Slayer but was blown to bits with one shot from the super shotgun. She screamed and crouched in the corner, covering her face with her hands. She heard him walking closer but she didn’t dare look up at him.
“What’s your name?” he asked, holding the super shotgun propped against his shoulder. He couldn’t explain the urge that he felt to speak with this creature who was not fully human and not fully demon.
“D-Delilah… Delilah Anderson,” was the tremulous response. It was almost comical to see someone of her height cowering before someone who was half her size.
The last name of Anderson made the Slayer frown slightly. He was thinking about a woman that he had been in a short but intense relationship with many years ago. He had gotten the extremely wild notion that he could settle down and live a quiet, normal life. However, a quiet life was not meant for him and he suddenly left one day to take care of unfinished business in Hell.
“Did they take you by force?” he continued, the question causing Delilah’s eyes to widen in horror. She thought that he somehow knew about her first day in Hell but then she realized that he was asking her about her appearance.
“No… I agreed to the experiments… I’m the first and last of my kind, the prototype for an army that never came to fruition because the mastermind behind the idea died,” she explained hastily, wishing that another imp would pop its head out again from an air duct. Was he going to question her all day? She had to get back to Hell before a certain baron thought she was trying to escape.
“The mastermind…?” he repeated, wanting to make sure that he heard correctly.
“Yes… Dr. Pierce… she did this to me… I have to go now…” she said hesitantly while she stood up carefully, trying not to make any sudden moves. She eyed the super shotgun warily.
“Where do you have to go?” the question was asked as he made an instinctive move to lower the gun and aim but then he stopped. He was determined to find out the origins of this mysterious female who had sharp cheekbones just like his.
“I-I just have to go,” she replied fearfully, holding up her hands slightly as she walked past him to pick up a file folder and some lab utensils from a table next to him.
“See you in Hell,” the Slayer said with a mock salutation, the markings on her skirt and top indicating exactly where she was going. Now that he got a better look at her, he could see that her clothes were made from human leather, tanned with human blood and bore the sigils of whom he assumed correctly were the demons that she was fucking.
Delilah ran.
She continued running even when she arrived safely in Hell, clutching the file folder and some of the more delicate lab items in her hands. She had tucked the rest inside her top, where they were nestled against a pair of breasts that had literally crushed the heads of men. The barons had roared with laughter upon seeing her ingenuity during combat, helping her out by holding up hapless males while she undid the clasp of her top and dispatched them in a gory and glorious way.
She finally slowed down when she got to the lair of the barons, pushing the enormous double doors shut behind her. Delilah stood and stared at the doors for several seconds—the left door had Abaddon’s sigil and the right door had Astaroth’s sigil. She thought about all the times that she wanted to escape and how things were so different. Now, she couldn’t imagine being anywhere else but Hell.
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