This is my first Diablo fic, so have a little mercy, ok?

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The Necromancer's Fury
Prologue- Death of Family
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Guildain stood over the body of his brother, Faldain, and wept.

He wept for the lost future, for the death of hope.

Most of all, he wept for himself, for the things he would now have to do. Revenge was never an easy thing, but when it came to the Prime Evils, well! Therein lied the court of the nigh impossible.

For it was Diablo himself who had done this. When the body of Tashia, the Rouge Sister who had originally killed him beneath Tristram, had failed, his spirit had gone forth in search of a weak-minded person to take over. Fate would have it that the nearest opportunity was Faldain, younger brother of Guildain, both of whom were Necromancers.

The two brothers had always looked out for each other, but that time was different. Guildain could not accompany his brother this time, for the younger man was on his final trial. The Masters had chosen an appropriately difficult task; go to Tristram, discover what had transpired, and, if possible, bring back the Soul Stone. He had done so, but the manner of the doing was not what they had anticipated.

Guildain himself had been forced to deliver the final blow that had ended his brother's torment. Naturally, Diablo had tried to take him over. Naturally, he had failed. For Guildain had prepared against such invasion with strenuous mental exercise and training. Midway through, he had discovered a fortunate side effect; with mental fortitude came mental powers. He had forsaken his combat training in order to explore this new avenue of exploration, and he was now glad he had done so.

But the price was steep. His body had withered, his reflexes had slowed. He was forced to discover ways of manipulating his body with his mind, to no avail. Therefore he had to tread a fine line, balancing physical recovery with psychological exploration.

Now, as he stood over his brother's dead body, he was thankful for the strength of mind he had obtained, for he had been able to throw off the assault of the demon lord. But just barely.

And, as he took stock of himself, he realized that it had taken more than just his mental abilities to fight off Diablo. He could not feel his power at his fingertips, as he had always been able to do. In fact, he couldn't feel it at all! Years of training in the arts of death, gone down the drain in but a few moments! He would have to start over from the beginning if he were to have any chance of success in this quest for vengeance.

A great rage filled him, his body shaking with the force of it. He vowed then and there, in the name and presence of Rathma, that Diablo would fall for what he had done!