heyyyyyyy guys!
So, I wasn't able to keep TLIC alive, but I've managed to find a new muse and story!
Now, keep in mind; I haven't played Reaper of Souls yet (broke, rip) so this story will be under editing every time I find new information I got wrong in the chapters!
but, I do hope I don't stray too far from canon, and feel free to point out the mistakes I make! I'm learning, after all, haha!
Hope you enjoy!
DIABLO doesn't belong to me, only my ocs do, the rest all belongs to Blizzard!
"You, along with Malthael's other trusted followers, have been chosen to a search and rescue task on Sanctuary. Find Wisdom, bring him back unharmed."
The group all sat (except one) at a rounded table. Each had their own things they had brought for the trip- either to keep them entertained or alive. Sanctuary... wasn't the best for an angel, it was corrupted, filled with humans and demons that could kill them in mere moments. While her colleagues sat and talked, she stared to the horizon, watching the clouds dance and merge together, adding on to the radiance of the High Heavens. Sharply shaped white wings folded neatly against her back. Her robes were of a dark grey and brushed against the floor, possibly only mere millimeters from actually touching it. She wore gauntlets, a chest piece and greaves made out of darkened steel, blending in with her robes almost perfectly. Around her waist was a belt holding two pouches square in shape. Her hands behind her back, her white wings waving slowly yet stiffly- she was nervous. In no way was she qualified for something like this. Yes, she had given up her speech for the privilege of unlimited knowledge- but she was a scholar, not a soldier. All she did was sit at her desk for years on end and do nothing but write. A silent sigh escaped her as she watched the stars begin to rise. As soon as the final member of the group would arrive, they would leave. They were to scout all the major cities of Sanctuary first, and then work around the smaller towns until no stone was left unturned. The angel's wings stiffened when she heard laughter, making her look over her shoulder in confusion. How could they laugh in such dire times? Malthael, the leader of the Angiris Council, archangel of Wisdom had gone missing! No notes, nothing!
She looked back to the clouds, her hidden brows knitting together. Why would he suddenly leave like that? It... wasn't like him, to suddenly leave his only home. He would have told somebody- he would have told her, written her something, anything to let her know of his departure. Another sigh escaped her. Any minute now, they would be ready to open up a portal and leave. No one knew for how long, but if luck was on their side, they wouldn't be in Sanctuary for long.
"Join us, Sabirah!" Called out a voice, causing for her to look over her shoulder. Aracai. She had brought all the attention on her. Sabirah turned around, her wings almost whipping the air as she did so. Who dared to break her concentration? With a heavy aura, her feet left the platform floor and she glided down the stairs, down to where the group was. She halted a few feet away from them, head held high. Aracai broke the silence yet again.
"Join us in a talk, Sabirah. It's not wise to worry before a mission." She hummed, leaning back on her chair. She almost wanted to roll her eyes at her attitude. She always was laid back, and the worst- she always tried to engage in conversations with her! Her wings visibly stiffened and flared up, warming the temperature around her. Aracai didn't flinch like the others, she merely gave a laugh.
"You don't scare me, Sabi." She said, her light blue wings splayed carelessly behind the chair. Sabirah gave her one last glare, her sharp wings folding neatly. No reason to be angry, Sabirah. She's just trying to provoke you. She wasn't worth the effort. However, she did join the group at the table, sitting on a chair with her back straight. Set an example, Sabirah. That idiot clearly isn't setting one. Another angel at the table spoke, this time more mature, more calm than the both of them.
"We are to wait for Urzael's arrival." She said, her voice a low hum. Their hoods all turned at the sound of a thrumming song joining with theirs. Speak of the angel...
"I trust everyone is ready?" He asked, his feet meeting the platform. The man was met with hums of agreement, as well as all the maidens standing up from their seats. As the others regrouped around him, Sabirah took the chance to give the Heavens one last look before her departure. She's going to miss seeing the clouds from above. Her white wings perked down a little as she too, stood up, picking up her satchel and swinging the strap over her shoulder before joining her fellow maidens. Urzael wasted no time to open a portal, the reflected image inside the fiery borders indicating a road in the middle of the night. Sabirah sent the angel a confused glance.
"We will have to attract the least attention possible." He responded, watching as the maidens entered the portal one by one. She silently sighed. Once it was her turn to enter, the female dipped her head down and steppes through the barrier; fully and officially entering the place that pulled her curiosity and affirmed her dread.
Sanctuary.