/vr/ - Retro Games

>>8593913
Literally just imagine being a Cacodemon's assistant in hell. Your day begins early as your slumber is abruptly ceased by the sound of rockets going off, not to mention the deafening wavelengths emitted from the plasma gun. Being under hell's command, you are forced to ward off doomguy. It requires all of your strength, intellect, and every trick in the book to send him away. You sustain injuries, it hurts, but there's no rest for the living under the reign of the demons. After successfully defending your turf from the slayer, the Caco must attend to his own matters, and he intends to take you along. Being unable to fly yourself, you grasp his horns tightly and hitch a ride on his back. Despite his baggage and non-aerodynamic figure, the cacodemon moves remarkably fast. The wind on your face hurts, the sound even more so to your ears, but you don't say anything for he has places to be. The day then consists of sleepless hours of harassing neighboring pain elementals, asserting the authority of the superior aerial demon of hell. As the day comes to a close, you return home, once again riding on the cacodemon's back. Once you arrive at your shared lot, you begin eating your one and only meal of the day. The cacodemon feasts on corpses of deceased intruding humans and delinquent hellspawn. It disgusts you, making you sick to your stomach, but with no access to any other forms of sustenance, you begrudgingly consume the gruel before you. You wish the cacodemon a good night, and he looks at you with the same eerie, toothy grin he always wears, and lets out a light hiss. You're not sure if he really appreciates the remark, but you've been saying it for so long, it would be weird to stop now. You return to your makeshift bed of brain tissue and bones, and immediately crash from exhaustion. Your attempt of sleep is interrupted to the sound of rockets going off, not to mention the deafening wavelengths emitted from the plasma gun. Is this REALLY something you want?

>>2529861