Ikiri is back at it! Well, barely and most likely not again 'til a long while.

And before I forget, no I don't own Diablo and Tristram and all that.

The Start of It All

A warrior stood triumphantly over the pale, lifeless body of a young boy, Prince Albrect. A large blood red crystal pretruded from the center of the boys forehead, glimmering innocently. This was the first he had seen the soulstone, the soulstone that belonged to the greatest prime evil of the three, Diablo. Word of treasures and fame in the corrupted labyrinth had reached him months before his first step into the dark church. After that fateful day, he witnissed the deaths of allies and foes, their blood mingled along with the blood of demons. Now, he had reached the very bottom of the labyrinth and had ended the search for glory as well as the constant seige of horrors that befell Tristram. All he had to do now was to put a complete stop to Diablo from corrupting the mortal realm. He had heard in Lut Golein the only way to defeat the monstrious evil was to insert the stone in his own forehead and overpower the demon itself. A hand came to rest on his shoulder.

"Are you sure about this? Those myths may not be true..." The vizjerei mage looked at the fighter with a stern face. The sorcerer glanced at the stone, the demonic aura making him feel uneasy. He tore his eyes from the scene in front of him and turned his attention to the rogue behind them. The archer stepped closer to the cold body before them, transfixed on the strange site of the Prince they had tried to save from the hands of evil before their descent to destroy the prime evil at the very bottom of the labyrinth.

The woman shifted her eyes from the scene and faced her comrades. "Malcor's right, Tarquain. Even the elder Cain did not know of how to destroy Diablo. It may be best that we go back and consult him again. He may have discovered something in his research"

"Consult him again? The old man has probably been telling stories to the children than looking through old scrolls and books." Tarquain knelt down and unshealthed a daggar.

"Tarquain, Cain is the last of the Horadric Order. He wouldn't want Diablo and his brothers to roam free in the mortal world once more and neither do Lacrya and I. However, do you?" Malcor questioned the man.

A pause. "Of course not."

Using the daggar, Tarquain chiseled out the soulstone. Small bursts of blood bubbled up as the stone left its place and rested in his hand. Even half covered in blood, the stone shimmered in the dim light, sometimes appearing to radiate in its own glow. Tarquain rubbed the congealing blood off the smooth, cold surface of the stone. It's beauty entranced his eyes. Then, with a swift motion, Tarquain plunged the stone into his forehead.

A scream echoed throughout the night.

Yea, I know it's rather short but my minds rather empty at the moment. For all I know I might just leave it as a one shot. Just review it, pretty please?