Disclaimer – I don't Own Diablo or Diablo 2. However since the names
Diablo, Baal, Andariel, etc. etc. are all from various historical texts and
such I'm not really stealing anything on those. However, the creatures and
spells DO belong to blizzard. Although I have a few I can probably add as
well.
A/N – I have a really big case of writers block on this story for 2 reasons. One I have no idea how to write one of my short writings into an actual story. The other reason is I'm changing Ophelia to Serenity. Ophelia and I broke up. So my current (and previous) girl, Serenity, will be the other MAIN Blood Angel. Mostly cause well. She finds these things more amusing. So we're sick so sue us. By the way to make this my own thing, I'm going to also use modern and future weapons as well as ancient and antique weapons (i.e. Laser Cannons and automatic Gatling guns as well as Swords and Axes and such). I will take flames for this but it's my story and I believe heavens in no singular point in time. It exists in all time. Well on with the story.
Prologue
It was A beautiful day in Sloran. The sun was shining high in the sky and a faint warm breeze was blowing across the grass. However, no one could be seen walking the streets. They had gathered in the local tavern as a man had entered the town. Such things were big news to such a sleepy little hamlet. The man seemed tall but it was hard to tell his exact appearance as he wore a black cloak with the hood up. All that could be seen was a radiant smile and a good portion of his chin. As he sat down on a bar stool some of the local children came up to him and just looked at him.
The Man slowly reached a hand out and rubbed the head of one of the children. The child smiled up at the stranger and then retreated to his mother. The man sat for a second and ordered something to drink. Nothing hard, he decided, for it was early in the day and he had much to do fore the next day came. As the bartender handed him the drink he noticed that the entire town was sitting the tavern. The Stranger stood up and looked at every one. He was about to sit back down when the bartender came up and asked him something.
"I know your new in town but I have to ask that you pay for the first drink before I can give you a second, its store policy. Sometimes we get some guys passing through who keep drink and end up not paying their bill." The bartender asked in a deep, kind voice.
"I'm sorry sir" the Stranger started, "I'm a wondering man and am in search of something very important to me. However, if it pleases you. Would it be alright for me to tell a story to this towns inhabitants for a meal and maybe a room for the night." He asked with a pleasant smile on his face.
"I don't see anything wrong with it. In fact I find it a perfectly acceptable solution to our situation. We don't get many storytellers through these parts and every now and then when one does stop by he would come and tell a story. I hope you have an interesting story. Some of the ones told her have been quite...uhm how should I say this…dull. I hope yours can enthrall this crowd." With that the bartender escorts the Stranger to a small stage at one end of the bar. "Stand on this and give it a shot. By the way if we don't like the story, we will throw vegetables at you." The bartender smiles and moves back to his bar to get the townspeople drinks.
The Stranger took a deep breath after which he began a story only he and one other would know. "It was written by Uriel, in the Book of Rays, "That once upon a time, the heavens were set asunder when the Lord of Terror, Diablo, walked through the Heavens; many Seraphim challenged him and the other Lords of Hell to battles. However the Lords of Hell did not enter the Heavens alone. No, they came with vast hordes of hellspawn, Undead, and other creatures. All the Angels of heaven fought back. However, the ones causing the most damage were a select few of the Seraphim that were known for their powers and cruelty to demons and hellspawn. No Angel dared challenge the power of the Blood Angels. There were even some demons that would take their own lives in order to not face the wrath of Blood Angels." The Book of Rays was quite real he remembered but it had been a long time since he had last read or even heard mention of the contents held within it. "However, unsaid by the Book of Rays is the fact that before the war broke out the Blood Angels were very kind and gentle. In fact two of them were known for being the most romantic of all the Angels in Heaven. Lord Titon and Lady Serenity. In all honesty no two angels ever spoke of either love or Marriage except for those two. Love was something that many Angels didn't care about. However, those two spoke of it as a very marvelous thing." The Stranger took a dramatic pause before continuing to see if he had his listeners entire attention. "I'm here today to tell the story of Serenity and Titon, and of their trials, love, anger, and death."
A/N – I have a really big case of writers block on this story for 2 reasons. One I have no idea how to write one of my short writings into an actual story. The other reason is I'm changing Ophelia to Serenity. Ophelia and I broke up. So my current (and previous) girl, Serenity, will be the other MAIN Blood Angel. Mostly cause well. She finds these things more amusing. So we're sick so sue us. By the way to make this my own thing, I'm going to also use modern and future weapons as well as ancient and antique weapons (i.e. Laser Cannons and automatic Gatling guns as well as Swords and Axes and such). I will take flames for this but it's my story and I believe heavens in no singular point in time. It exists in all time. Well on with the story.
Prologue
It was A beautiful day in Sloran. The sun was shining high in the sky and a faint warm breeze was blowing across the grass. However, no one could be seen walking the streets. They had gathered in the local tavern as a man had entered the town. Such things were big news to such a sleepy little hamlet. The man seemed tall but it was hard to tell his exact appearance as he wore a black cloak with the hood up. All that could be seen was a radiant smile and a good portion of his chin. As he sat down on a bar stool some of the local children came up to him and just looked at him.
The Man slowly reached a hand out and rubbed the head of one of the children. The child smiled up at the stranger and then retreated to his mother. The man sat for a second and ordered something to drink. Nothing hard, he decided, for it was early in the day and he had much to do fore the next day came. As the bartender handed him the drink he noticed that the entire town was sitting the tavern. The Stranger stood up and looked at every one. He was about to sit back down when the bartender came up and asked him something.
"I know your new in town but I have to ask that you pay for the first drink before I can give you a second, its store policy. Sometimes we get some guys passing through who keep drink and end up not paying their bill." The bartender asked in a deep, kind voice.
"I'm sorry sir" the Stranger started, "I'm a wondering man and am in search of something very important to me. However, if it pleases you. Would it be alright for me to tell a story to this towns inhabitants for a meal and maybe a room for the night." He asked with a pleasant smile on his face.
"I don't see anything wrong with it. In fact I find it a perfectly acceptable solution to our situation. We don't get many storytellers through these parts and every now and then when one does stop by he would come and tell a story. I hope you have an interesting story. Some of the ones told her have been quite...uhm how should I say this…dull. I hope yours can enthrall this crowd." With that the bartender escorts the Stranger to a small stage at one end of the bar. "Stand on this and give it a shot. By the way if we don't like the story, we will throw vegetables at you." The bartender smiles and moves back to his bar to get the townspeople drinks.
The Stranger took a deep breath after which he began a story only he and one other would know. "It was written by Uriel, in the Book of Rays, "That once upon a time, the heavens were set asunder when the Lord of Terror, Diablo, walked through the Heavens; many Seraphim challenged him and the other Lords of Hell to battles. However the Lords of Hell did not enter the Heavens alone. No, they came with vast hordes of hellspawn, Undead, and other creatures. All the Angels of heaven fought back. However, the ones causing the most damage were a select few of the Seraphim that were known for their powers and cruelty to demons and hellspawn. No Angel dared challenge the power of the Blood Angels. There were even some demons that would take their own lives in order to not face the wrath of Blood Angels." The Book of Rays was quite real he remembered but it had been a long time since he had last read or even heard mention of the contents held within it. "However, unsaid by the Book of Rays is the fact that before the war broke out the Blood Angels were very kind and gentle. In fact two of them were known for being the most romantic of all the Angels in Heaven. Lord Titon and Lady Serenity. In all honesty no two angels ever spoke of either love or Marriage except for those two. Love was something that many Angels didn't care about. However, those two spoke of it as a very marvelous thing." The Stranger took a dramatic pause before continuing to see if he had his listeners entire attention. "I'm here today to tell the story of Serenity and Titon, and of their trials, love, anger, and death."
