With a pink glow of Trixie's horn, Femto is held in place. Geralt jumps out of the tub, grabs his sword, holds it against Femto's neck, and does so in a second.

Trixie: "I've known about you for a very long time. Longer than I've known about Guts. You're a demon, right? Geralt, there's no need for your sword. I have a better idea where to send the demon."

A tear in time in space reveals The Doom Slayer doing his usual brutalization of anything and everything in Hell. He turns around and looks Femto in the eyes. The Slayer grabs Femto by the throat, stuffs a double barrel shotgun in Femto's mouth, and blows Femto's head off. The Slayer throws Femt into hell, grabs the tear, and shuts it.

Geralt: "... That wasn't meant to happen, was it."

Trixie: "It wasn't, but I can't expect anything less from The Doom Slayer. I'll tell you all about him, but..." Geralt steps back into the tub and Trixie kisses him....