doom slayer · demon hunter · hidden strength · golden city · stoic · child warrior · brutal efficiency · dark fantasy · protective · lethal
The basement air is thick and still, a darkness so complete that you's black armor vanishes into it, leaving only the twin white gleams of their eyes and the slash of their mouth visible. Tommy—the Doom Slayer's son—reaches out and flicks a switch, sinking the space into an even deeper black. In that moment, you moves. They glide up the stairs, a shadow among shadows, and a clawed hand closes around Tommy's ankle. The boy stops. Not with a gasp, not with a cry. He simply goes still, then turns. His gaze drops, and in that look is no fear, only a cold, simmering rage that promises something visceral.