My first Diablo Fan Fic. This starts after the first slaying of Diablo, when people are rejoicing Terror's bloody end…
Disclaimer: Blizzard owns Diablo, not I.
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My life is truly cursed. In all this celebration, all the happiness, all the drunken foolery, and people still keep clear of me.
The incarnation of evil itself has failed to stake its claim upon earthly soil and they still treat me like a disease. Not that this is surprising. Who would love a sorcerer's bastard, who was conceived an unholy matriarch of vile portence, a succubus.
Nevermind that I am the noble hero's progeny, for a half-demon is worse than a full demon, for his intentions shall "never be known". Oh, and overlook the fact that he doesn't frighten animals or small children, he's pure evil!
By the one God, these people are almost as pathetic as Farnham. Still, scripture and prayer say to redeem those for their follies and trespasses if one is to be himself forgivable.
Now, let's observe the current scene. Ogden is coping with constant happily, but same can't be said for Gillian, who has to fend off advances of her patrons. The looks on their faces.
I'll go back to reading my book in this corner. It's not really my book, but my father's diary. He is quite a good author, and his sense of humor has fantastic timing, leading to a comforting read to keep me from the world's problems. Hopefully, the world's problems won't go looking for me.
"Oy! Bookworm!"
No such luck. Maybe if I ignore the annoying voice it will go away…
"I'm talkin' to ya, boy! Come and have a drink with me! In return, I might show you something."
Now that's new. A person wants to talk to me. And she's friendly. I guess I'll humor her request.
I walk over to her table and sit down. Now I have a better look at her, I see that this woman's fairly pretty. She has long, black hair, creamy white skin, and a well endowed body. Good things to have to get a suitor fast in Tristram.
"So, what do you want with the bastard of a demon? Name's Agrius. Yours?"
"I am Blood Raven, leader of the Sightless Eye Rogue militia. What I want is a few drinks and a little of your time."
She leans forward and winks seductively. Unfortunately for her, it isn't working.
"I'm underage. I'm not even into my eighteenth winter, the current season being autumn. Only legal thing I can drink is water."
Her jaw drops a little. And she asks the same damn question I hear every time a traveler asks for directions from me.
"You're underage? But you've got white hair and your cheekbones are showing!"
"My cheekbones are showing because Ogden can't feed me a good amount or the townspeople will probably lynch him and burn his tavern to the ground for "consorting with the demon's child", even if he's the main source of food and income in this town.
My hair is white because when I was a baby I liked that color and the burgeoning magicks within me appealed to my whims."
"That's really… interesting. Poor you, I hope you're doing somewhat fine."
"Ah, I'm alright. Most of the people that try to kill me every day couldn't find their way around a stone wall without a map.
I'd like to take you up on that offer of yours."
"I thought you were underage."
"I am. Gillian takes orders quickly and it's a busy enough night for her not to study her customers."
"Alright. What would you like?"
"A pint of Dragon's Breath. I don't want to remember anything."
Blood Raven sets about putting in the orders. Gillian frantically wades over to the caskets and soon returns with two foaming flasks. One is filled with Harrogathi lager and the other with the fiery brew of doom I so indulge in.
"Here you go miss. And here's yours, Agrius."
"Blast. How did you know it was me?"
"Only one man has the balls to drink this stuff in pints. For goodness sake, your plaque is the main draw for people out of town. Do you think that ruse still works? I just play along because you love this stuff"
"But can I still have this drink?"
"Yes, you insatiable weasel. Now I have to go. Be sure to help me clean up after we close."
Gillian turns to attend to the various orders and requests.
"Will do!"
"What was that about a plaque?"
"Well, about nine seasons back, a beer drinking contest was held. It included people from all over the land. There were three divisions.
The first and most populated was the Kurasti ale division, where you have to drink all the ale you can stomach. Next and fastest was the Toad Sweat division, where one has to drink a pint of the stuff and then hold out while the others passed out. The last and most popular was the Dragon's Breath division, the aim of which was kind of a combination of the previous two."
"So where do you come in?"
"Well, I had entered myself in at the last minute. See, I hadn't eaten in weeks. I was extremely dehydrated because the townsfolk threw stones at me whenever I got near the well. This contest was my only chance at nourishment, so I took it.
I entered into the Dragon's Breath division because it had the biggest reward because it had the biggest reward, and I figured that after I had slaked my thirst I could honestly get food and drink for a while.
The judges had no qualms, for the townspeople wanted me gone and Dragon's Breath has the reputation for killing many people by burning them painfully from the insides out. However, they didn't count on my past history of consuming barely edible.
I won by a long shot. I set a record of one quart and three and a half cups. I got my rightly deserved money, the townspeople kept clear of me, and Ogden put up that plaque. Three days later Ogden took me in and had me work for my room and board.
That contest saved me from money problems and that is one of the main reasons I'm addicted to the stuff."
"That's quite a story. I'm glad you cope with this rather well. You could write a successful book series based on your ventures.'
"At the moment I'm just trying to drink and get by. I've given up on gaining respect or leaving this town. And that's been workin' for me."
She shifts uncomfortably.
"You should live life with a smile. This depressing façade of yours is just some way to avoid taking shit."
I pause. Either this girl's deep, or just really good at guessing. I'm goin' with the former.
"I know that you're concerned and that I'm kinda pitiful, but I'm set on doing it this way. Sorry if it hurts your good humor, but I'm not planning on doing much."
She looks even more uncomfortable and frowns in consternation.
"Oh, come on, don't brood. I admit I was a bit deadpan and I'll make it up to you."
Blood Raven's countenance brightens and she cracks a wicked smile. Here it comes.
"I believe you will."
"I'll be upstairs. My room is the one on the right on the farthest side. You'll know it when you see it because it has multiple broken locks on the outside of it."
I take my drink and go to my room. When I get there, I walk in and sit down at my stool and turn to face the door. I quaff my drink and wait. A few minutes later, a few drunken goons show up at my door.
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(Violence)
I try to act surprised and ask them what the hell they're doing in my room. The obvious response:
"We're here to beat the living shit outta ya, demon brat. The plus side is that we're gettin' paid. The down side is we won't have a punching bag no more. Well, it's a whole lotta money. Don't wanna keep the recruiter waitin'."
"So…You're hired?"
"Yeh, to kick the crap outta ya--what are ya? Deaf, or stupid?"
Two thugs jump behind me hold my arms whilst the "boss" closes in to pound me. Here comes the punch.
"Neither. But it makes all the difference in the world."
"Huh?"
I let out the smoke kept in my system. It quick spreads and blinds the thugs.
The smoke comes from a chemical reaction from the Dragon's Breath coming in contact with the spittle in my mouth, causing it to froth and steam; thusly, smoke is formed. I learned the trick of holding it in and using it to escape when some dumbass comes after me.
As the foggy atmosphere thickens, I proceed to pound the crap out of the idiots. I backhand one moron and let him down slowly. A quick double-slap on both temples sends another to the floor. I decide to take a little time with the last one because he was a mouthy jackass.
I punch him in the solar plexus, watch his form kneel and vomit profusely on the floor, then kick his nose lightly, just enough to jar him and make it bleed, then kick him hard in the rocks, causing a loud yelp and the smell of urine to fill the air. At this point, he faints from the sudden pain.
(End)
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I look to a faintly visible approaching figure, who I believe is the employer they spoke of. Thankfully, the smoke barrier is still thick
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(Graphic Sex)
I grab the woman by her slick leather corset, support her with one arm as I bend her back proceed to kiss her. While I'm doing so, I proceed to grope her round bottom. This goes on for a few minutes, with her wriggling a little in a vain attempt to break.
Then I push my tongue up against her teeth and force her jaws apart. I play with her own tongue, wrapping around it, pushing it to the side, etc. I then turn my groping hand to sliding under her tight cloth thong and begin to finger her tight cunt. Slowly but surly she succumbs to me. Stifled moans emanate from her mouth as she begins to get wet from the pleasure.
I continue to tongue her, but I pull away a little bit to make it more exciting. The girl's tongue follows mine, and her spittle flows out a slight bit. Her eyes are low-lidded in characterization of lust. Her dripping wet sex is starting to gush. I pull back my finger and move my hand back, where I press lightly on her hard asshole while also massaging the hard raised line leading from it. I continue this for a few minutes as well. Her moans begin to grow low and incoherent.
I now press the woman up against a wall and check the smoke barrier. It's beginning to fade, so I let out a little more Dragon's Fog. When the opaqueness it to my liking, I stop. The girl's getting anxious, so I quickly regain control.
I hoist her thighs up and apart and support her butt. She giggles. I press my stiffened breeches against her as I navigate her corset.
"Oooh."
I pull it down until her breasts ooze out. I fondle her massive bosoms as I once again draw close for a kiss. Our tongues wrestle with renewed vigor. I feel my pants get wet from the wetness below. I release the passionate kiss in order to lick at her breasts. I poke and suck at her areolas and stiff nipples. She begins to moan again, coming out playful and loud. I stick two fingers of my free hand in her mouth to get her to be quieter. It works, but then she starts sucking on them. Jeez, I find that just a little perverse. These various actions continue until her moans increase in volume again, despite the fingers.
I lift my head up and meet her gaze. Hazel eyes upon silver. I perk one corner of my mouth. This next part is going to be fun for the both of us.
I let my average-length penis out of my breeches. A gasp from my victim. See, although there's nothing great about my length, the breadth of this thing makes most girls faint. Especially how it's formed. See, it's not too dramatic, but width of my member starts off decently thick, then gets wider as you go up to the middle, and then it slopes slightly until one reaches the head, where it's slightly bigger than the base, which is quite sizeable. Simply put; during sex, when I put it in, girls get loud and horny.
I prod at her sex for a bit, causing her to get anticipant.
"Oh, just fuck me alreadeeeeee!"
She tries to push down a bit. Good thing I've got both hands holding her. The strain is almost challenging. Lugging logs around pays off. Heh. I commence prodding a bit harder, causing her to get even more agitated. Then she gets in a lucky shot and the head of my member goes in. She moans a little, and then I start slow, almost taking her up to my middle. I put it in at different depths each time to keep her attentive and excited. Then I pick up the pace a little. Gasps and wetness gush from her in a wave and I myself start to moan a little.
She begins to bounce a bit, causing be a good deal of pleasure. I pull in for a quick kiss and tongue her, accentuating with every rise. Her womanly sex tightens slightly. I then thrust a little deeper, down on my bulge.
"Aah!"
I do this for a good while, as her breath gets shorter and shorter and my moans get more frequent. Then I stop abruptly.
"What? That was fun..."
I give her a look that makes her already reddened complexion deepen. She sighs and gets off. She turns to leave, and then I quickly and violently bend her over and take her in the anus. She moans loudly and starts to spurt more from her hot sex. I get quickly faster until I shoot my first seed in her.
"Oh, gods, that was beautiful!"
"Isn't over until you finish"
"But…I did…"
"No you didn't. I guess you Rogues satiate yourselves with each other, then. All the abilities for espionage and information gathering tactics, yet you poor girls don't know what an orgasm is firsthand. I'll be your first, then."
"Mmmm."
That smile again. This might be more fun than I thought.
"But first…"
I send out the last of my fog reserve. Gotta make this fast and hard.
I proceed with taking her remaining virtue on the floor. I thrust all of my member into her, causing her to pant with increasing pleasure. God she's beautiful in heat. Her breasts bounce as my thrusts grow faster. My climax is coming. I look upon her tight sex and her expression. She is about to come-- big time.
Then it happens, in harmony. She came when I did. As this happens I stifle the urge to scream out in pleasure. However, Blood Raven, being this her first real time, practically shakes the whole building.
My first time at this in months, and women still have trouble keeping it in; ever since my third "fuck attack", I've been too good for my liking. I like it still, but I like steady climaxes in a good story. Woah, was that a cheesy sex quip? Maybe my cock is trying to destroy my mind. Note to self: selflessness means less fun for yours truly, while selfishness causes my brain to shrink.
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I hear some assorted laughter and a nearby voice.
"Aw, man. How many more guys are gonna get some ass before I do?"
The mist is almost fully transparent. And there's the source of the voice.
"Heh, heh. Sorry Wirt. Couldn't resist, really. It's kind of a habit."
I pull a sheepish grin.
"Yeah, yeah."
"Please don't tell anyone, please. The last time I did this, the girl didn't keep quiet and I had to dodge yet another lynching attempt."
"Alright… Say, I came up here to tell you something interesting. I have some special order Kris daggers and some good spellbooks I bartered offa Adria. Could come in handy for your experiments."
"Thanks, but, eh, how do you know about my projects? Just wondering."
"Ah, I watched you a few times when you messed around with some cadavers around the church. You pulled off some really neat magicks. Why did you need the bodies?"
"Conquering death isn't exactly smart to do without a body to cast upon."
"So that's why you cursed a lot when the bodies blew up."
"Yeah. I'll get my savings ready for the deal."
Wirt leaves, muttering incoherently about Gillian, gold, and his leg. Blood Raven gazes up at me, ebony hair spilling out under her, smiling. I smile back.
"That was great."
"Glad you liked it. Now, pull yourself and rearrange your clothes. I'm going to go lug these guys out to the side of the tavern."
I button up the slit in my breeches and walk over to the unconscious louts. I take two and drag them to the window. I unlatch it, put one man over my shoulder, and put my boot on the ledge. I reach for the other thug and jump out the window. I skid my front soles on the stone wall to slow down my descent. When I close in on the street below, I jump and land lightly on my feet. I sit the two snoozing goons against a wall, leaning against each other's shoulders.
I scale the wall by using my honed fingernails to grip the tiny cracks in the near-solid stone surface. I reach the top without much difficulty.
(Explanation)
Why I'm able to do this is because I've got naturally thick nails that I've had since birth. I think it's one of the more useful things I've gotten from my mother, apart from strong resistance to poison and other talents and features that I'll get into later. Back on the subject of my "talons", I've used these buggers to cut open caught fish and stolen mutton, pick locks, and protect myself. I once even killed a hidden with these.
I'd occasionally borrow files from Griswold to sharpen them. When it got to the point where my nails could potentially gut me in my sleep, I took the skin of a dead fallen lying around near the graveyard and made little caps for my fingers to "sheath" the sharp appendages.
When I came under Ogden's care, Gillian tried to smooth them down. I remember the every file wearing down and splitting, and me laughing my ass off. Ogden stopped the girl when she attempted to cut them off with a cleaver. My nails are now as strong as stone. I now use a special scalpel I got from Pepin on my birthday to sharpen and keep them in order.
I remember thanking the old healer profusely, seeing as it was one of the few birthday gifts I ever got. This is in the collection of my good father's old diaries and spell books, a burnt-out staff, some skeletal cutlery and cups, the Harlequin Crest father gave me, a rusty dagger, a claymore stuck in its sheath, the Butcher's Cleaver (also from my father), some pencils and charcoal sticks, some sketches of various things (mostly demons and food), a large case of Pepin's experimental salves and potions, and women's underwear.
The last one I take as secret proof of my little sexual escapades. I always go after girls from out of town, seeing as they can't attack me the next day for taking their dignity.
One last note: when I finger girls, I have my nails sheathed. Only once did I not, and the girl had a hymen like stone. I always don't try to hurt people. I try to give the least amount of reason for those assholes to lynch me.
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I pluck up the leader's prone form, and go back out the window. This time, I set him lying down sideways. I rush back up, get my foot on the ledge, and halt. Blood Raven isn't looking too please.
"While I was putting my clothes in proper order, I believe something was missing. My underwear. Give it back or I'll suffocate you with my cuirass."
"I'd love to die on a woman's chest. Makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside."
She's almost taken aback. Almost.
"Then I'll castrate you with a spoon and masturbate on your face as you watch."
"Let's try that."
(Brief violence and Graphic sexual back-story)
I pull out the dagger in my right boot and lop off my manhood. Now she's taken aback. My disembodied penis bounces when it lands
"What the fuck? Are you madder than I thought?!"
"No, just proving a point."
The bleeding stump dries up, and a film covers it. It bulges a few times, and then a new member breaks forth, subtly bigger than the last. Blood Raven is stuck between disgust, disturbing fascination, and just blushing like crazy. Her face settles on a mixture of the three.
"What the FUCK was that?!"
"That's what the Farrians' girl said when she tried it the first few times. Then she stopped after I got in a good shot, then all she said after that was 'Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!'."
I giggle perversely. That was my first. One of the best times I actually had. The Farrians moved a week later, but not after one last "attack".
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The Rogue grimaces slightly.
"That's just sick."
I take a bow. I do this in mock-reverence, keeping it as grandiose and low to the ground a possible. I look up and grin like a lunatic. I cross my eyes for good measure.
"I'll take that as a complement."
She stifles a laugh and attempts to regain her composure.
"Now are you going to give me back my underwear?"
I straighten up. As I do so,
"No. I'll give you free room and board instead. And my old penis in a jar of formaldehyde as a memento of our time together. What say you?"
Again, she's stunned. Maybe she's not used to generous people. Or sexually active ones.
"How about the room and board and the underwear and you can keep your dead fuck-stick? It's for- em- lining my armor"
"I don't think so--"
I yank the lady's piece of under wear out. There is a neat cut on one side.
"I believe this is thong. The only thing it can line is the crack of your ass. Barely. There's just a little stringy piece of cloth about an inch wide. How 'bout I return this to your superior and she can return it to you"
She starts to get panicky.
'No. No! Anything but that! These are special order! Kashya doesn't know about these! She'd hang me by my thumbs for a day! FOR THE LOVE OF RALUSSA, DON'T GIVE THEM TO KASHYA!!"
"I won't, I won't. You just take what I bargained, I keep the underwear, and things will keep fine, maybe a little breezy down there for you."
"Oh, alright."
She then mutters abstractly and walks away.
"Where are you going? Your room is this way"
"But your room's the only one here."
"Exactly. You'll be sleeping with me."
"Again?"
"No, that's lying with you. Or just plain fucking, sexing, screwing, or banging you. I mean just sharing the bed with me."
"Oh."
"Man, you are almost unreal. Fortunately, I met stranger girls. Good times, good times…"
Blood Raven then gives me a look, goes in, walks over to my spacious bed and takes the right side of the mattress.
"Mmm. Comfy."
"I had to chase the frigging geese down myself. It had better be comfortable. Or the several girls that were previously in here were lying."
"Gods, you are an evil ladykiller."
"Who told you that line?
It'll Megara, probably. That girl is on to me. Most people are too sensible to even try going after me, but she persists in plaguing me. Says I've been attacking livestock and raping little girls. I bet she doesn't even know what 'ladykiller' means.
I've told the people time and time and time again: 'Avoid Meg-- she's crazy.' Do they listen? Nooo. They just listen to her venomous bullshit, and then they join the villagers in trying to run me out of town. I tell ya, if I didn't find it so damn hilarious I'd attack the girl. Remind me in the morning to "attack" the village bitch. I'll know what you're talkin' about."
"Won't you remember yourself?"
"Nah, I forget most crap when I drink Dragon's Brew, unless it's bloody gore, violence, or great sex. I'm thinking I'll remember most of tonight."
The brunette smiles warmly.
"Well, goodnight. See you in the morning. Stay so you can fill me in if I've forgotten stuff."
I go downstairs and proceed to clear the tables and wash them. Then I sweep up the rubbish on the floor, get my pay, and go back to my room and lie down. The Rogue is still awake, so some bedtime acrobatics goes on until Griswold next door yells for us to quiet down. Then we just tickle each other until be lie back, exhausted. We slip into sleep quickly and happily.
I wake up the next morning, with my memory strangely intact. Maybe this is going to be a good day. My one night stand is up and about, rifling through my crap.
"What. Do. You. Think. You're. Doing."
Blood Raven jumps and turns around.
"You were sound asleep a minute ago. I was just, you know…"
"No, I don't know. Please answer honestly."
"I was looking for your father's third diary. You were out cold for several hours. It's almost noontide."
"Put down my helmet and I'll believe you."
She lightly puts down the Harlequin Crest.
"Now, are you going to stick around?"
"Yeah. Kashya needed more time to produce money for supplies, and she and others are working off the overflow debt. Taxes aren't a problem here, but the healing potions are expensive as hell! Did you know that one bot--"
"--Bottle goes for fifty gold? Yes, I do. In that large foot locker is the large amount of failures and mess-up potions, along with some rare and dangerous ones.
A frequent prank I pull is I set up a stand and declare that I'm selling health potions for cheap. Some stupid penny-pinching mercenaries buy some of my bogus stock and they break out in hives ten minutes later. I tell ya, it's a gas. However, then I have to deal with a rabid mob soon after that."
"Um, speaking of causing mobs, there's a little thing you planned to settle the problem with a Megara?"
"Huh?...Oh yeah! Oh, this'll be really fun. Soothing the beast! Huu-hu-ha-ha-hah! Revenge! REVENGE!! It shall be mine!"
Blood Raven stops me in my manic tirade. I notice she's a little worried.
"Don't worry, I won't kill her. Just a little banging."
My twisted smile gives her the idea.
"Just don't bruise the bitch. It's not much of a lesson if it doesn't get through."
"I can't promise that, but it won't hurt. Much. For long."
"Just go on. Don't tell me about it; I'm sure people will be gossiping about it for a few weeks at least."
I give her a devilish wink and I'm off. I climb out an open window and scan the area. No sign "Her Royal Bitchliness".
I've taken to calling her this around others. It was funny, until she started bloodying people who canted it within earshot.
I swing up onto the roof of the tavern and look from there. I hop down to Griswold's roof, and look around. Success. Ice queen at four o' clock. She's heading down an empty alleyway nearby. This is it!
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And that's a wrap! See you guys around! Please review this awesomely long fic!