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Whispers in the Dark
Selene tells herself that it will all be alright.
She tells herself that she can trust her instincts, as much as her companions, deep below the Tristram Cathedral. She tells herself that the Light will prevail, that she will bring honour to the Sisterhood of the Sightless Eye. She tells herself that Heaven will triumph over Hell. She tells herself that she could not have better comrades in the descent below the earth, to confront the Lord of Terror.
Aidan the warrior...illegitimate son of King Leoric. Dedicated to the task, his darkening nature notwithstanding. Sihr the sorcerer...skilled magician of the Vizjerei, willing to slay Diablo for the greater good, and not personal power (he didn't mention the Arcane Sanctuary did he?). Herself...the "rogue," as some call those of the Sightless Eye. Here to stand alongside them...never mind the image of the burning monastery in her mind...of a four-armed demon...of her turning against her fellow...
"No!"
Nothing to worry about...just a viper springing out from the gloom that Aidan cuts down without a second thought. So like his interactions with the townspeople. Never mind them being his people. Never mind Sihr's wit on the superstitions of the West in regards to magic, such comments now directed to marvelling at the raw power of Hell. Never mind her shrouded inner sight, filled with shadow and flame...
Still dedicated. All of them.
It's hot here, in the caves. It's unnatural. Even more so than her friends' changed behaviours. Friends striding ahead, ignoring her laboured breathing. Aidan cutting through a horde of skeletons, immune to their blows for reasons beyond his armour. Sihr casually casting spells, no longer even bothering to keep them under control. Gritting her teeth, she nooks her bow, firing downing a gargoyle...magnificent creature...stronger than angels, more mighty than...than...
"Come on..." Aidan grunts. "Lazarus...Albrecht...my blade is yearning for both."
"Albrecht..."Selene breathes. "Your brother? Surely you don't mean..."
"To Hell with him. To Hell with both. To Hell with you if you don't keep up."
Gritting her teeth, the sister does just that.
To Hell with them all...