In the first age, in the first battles, when the shadows first lengthened. One stood… he chose the path of perpetual torment. In his ravenous hatred he found no peace and with boiling blood he scoured the umbral plains seeking vengeance against the darklords who had wronged him and those who tasted the bite of his blade named him:


THE DOOM SLAYER

Tempered by the fires of hell, his iron will remained stead fast through the passage that preys upon the weak. He set forth without pity and hunted the slaves of DOOM with barbarish cruelty unbreakable, incorruptible, unyielding none could stand before the horde but THE DOOM SLAYER for he alone was the HELL walker

They knew he would come as he always had as he always will to feast on the blood of the wicked THE DOOM SLAYER sought to end the dominion of the dark realm. Despair spread before him like a plague striking fear into the shadow dwellers driving them to deeper and darker bits. His power grew swift and unrelenting

Blinded by his fervor. The lure drew him in. The priests entombed him in the cursed sarcophagus. The mark of
THE DOOM SLAYER
was burned upon his crypt. A warning to all of HELL that the terror within must never be freed
And there he lies still
Evermore in silent
Suffering