I Was There.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Diablo characters, nor any Blizzard characters. My claim sets solely to the character Retu'yamar.

I was there. I was there when the first cooing of the child came. I was there when he learned to walk, when he learned to talk. I was there when his brother was born of his mother's womb, when his father suggested calling his second son Diablo, if only for sport.

Ah yes. I was there. I was there when Baal was born, completing the three that would one day be feared by all. It has been nearly 10,000 years, and yet I still remember the happy nights that the family shared. I am Retu'yamar, the Redeemer. I am the one who took up the task of guarding the Great Worldstone of the southern reaches. No, I speak not of the Worldstone that Baal corrupted, that the Archangel Tyrial had to destroy. I speak of the Worldstone that blocks entry to the Greater Hells.

Many years I have sat in wonderment, when would the terror of terrors, the destroyer of destroyers, the Great Hater of the Ganvatar ways come back to the surface for a new cleansing. I wondered, but then my wonders turned to awe. What brings this awe? The plight of the Three. Yes, I said the plight. They rose up from the lesser hells to conquer Sanctuary. They rose up, and were pushed back down.

The Necromancers, the Barbarians of the North, the Druids and Assassins, the Amazons, the Paladins, and above all, the sorceresses. They were the greatest barrier that the Three had to face. Yet, they had not been created with such purpose, with such power. Where the Horadrim and Zakarum failed, they had victory. I am in awe, for I know Diveen Horadrim, the Father of the Three, would be very pleased. He has not come to bring a new holocaust, because Sanctuary remains pure. It remains pure, but there was a time that purity was a pile of ash slowly shrinking in the cold wind of the north.

Ah, yes. I was there. I was there when Anaroch was covered in jungle so thick and green that Kurast looked as but a savanna. I was there when man was more evil the Diablo, more vile then Baal, and more sinister then Mephisto. I was there. I was one of them. I was there when a great fire swept through Anaroch. It was a fire that even Baal would flee from. I watched through horrified eyes as Diveen Horadrim with but a brush of his arm and command from his twisted mouth flattened Anaroch and left the desert wasteland only a demon could appreciate.

Pain, misery, suffering. Mere words from the inexperienced. I stand here guarding this Worldstone. I stand and listen, I stand and here, the screams. Oh, the terrible screams that I hear. Diveen created the worldstones to protect Sanctuary, and to weaken himself. He created them and held them in existence off the pain of the Ganvatar that he let live. Oh how death has been a great mercy to Anaroch. The Ganvatar were at their worse there. They were lucky.

Yes, they were lucky. For those Ganvatar are not held by a cursed spell that keeps them immortal simply so that they may scream in a way that their lungs should explode, but Diveen Horadrim has cast a spell on them that keeps their body in perfect condition, so that they may never stop screaming, so that they may never escape the pain. I will not lie about this, I should be down there with them, I should feel the relinquishment. I should, for I was there.

I was there when his family was ravaged and slaughtered. I helped force him on his sister, I helped kill her after we were done. I stand and tell you who reads this. I was one of three. We three Ganvatar who live today for we found redemption. We saw our sins and found our mercy in the Horadric Demon. We live now, to prevent his wrath from returning. We live to keep the world as it should be. A Sanctuary from the likes of the Ganvatar.

I was there 10,000 years ago when the new leaf was turned. I was there 20,000 years ago when the final straw was placed. I was there, when God above manifested his wrath into a creature only Satan could love, and that not one angel could conquer. I was there, when Hell broke loose upon the land in the form of a man with a mission on his hand. I was there.