It's just an ordinary day. You wake up in your own bed, you pull on your suit, and you go to work. Except that the "bed" is a blood-soaked lab table on Mars. Your "suit" is a Praetor Combat Armor pulled from an ancient abyss. And "work" is punching, ripping, tearing, stomping, sawing, and blasting your way through every creature ever conceived by Hell. Because you're that legendary warrior that men and demons alike call The Doom Slayer. Crushing evil is what you do.