AN: my first Diablo2 fic isn't doing as well as I'd hoped. Maybe Diablo2 doesn't have as big a fandom as Invader Zim. Oh well if you like the story please review. Also she hates the word blood now so she calls it red. And yes she seems to have gone even more insane than before. Or could it be that she's regaining a conscience? The world may never know. Yeah that was cheesy...
Corrupt:
the corrupt countess
I had a name once. I don't remember it. Now I am just corrupt the countess. I tortured and maimed and burned so many that were once close to me. I will burn everything and raze the world with my flames. I will watch as all are cleansed by my fire and I will sear the souls that claim this 'God' as theirs. There is only Diablo and his kin to me. I hate humans. Why would I hate them if I was once human myself? Simple, they are weak.
The red is everywhere. There is a fountain outside this room filled with the same red. I hate the red. It disgusts me now. I used to love it so much. My hands are stained with the red as I've just killed one of my black rogues. Foolish. Very foolish of me. I must burn everything and protect my treasure. The clergy were fools. They ran off and squandered their money and then came crawling back to me for more.
I laughed in their faces and used their blood to fill the fountain outside this room. There was red everywhere that day. I remember holding a feast on their corpses and all my rogues and other monsters rejoiced at how gracious a hostess I was. I smiled and everything took turns toasting me. Even the wraiths did so. I was happy then. Wasn't I? No, no I wasn't. I hate myself. I can never be perfect like Andariel. I can never be as beautiful as her though I may try I will never match her loveliness.
I just killed another black rogue. I really need to stop killing them when they come screaming that a hero is here but they give me such a headache. They seem to want me to do something about this. I'll burn whoever it is and they will taste hell for disturbing my writing. A shadow has fallen over me. I here a human voice much like the voice of one of my human family. "Time to die." I smile to greet my fate. This one is the true hero. I can smell it. I grin as I set the book aflame. I won't be needing it anymore. Time to greet eternity.