This fanfic is based on the events of Diablo 3. Rated M for a lot of adult oriented themes
The characters I own are Mandie the Demon Slayer and her assistant Hawkaw the IMPervious. (Get the joke? Heehee :P)
Any other characters who appear will have their names highlighted in bold when introduced by name. Let's begin.

Chapter 1

"Bawwwsss! When are we gonna get there, bawss? I'm gettin' hawngry," said my annoying assistant in the form of the little imp... I never should've spared her.

"I told you a million times, Hawkaw, I'm not your boss, but your protector. And we're almost there. I can smell it... the stench of rotting flesh draws near. No doubt in my mind the Fallen Star has caused an outbreak of Undead... but how is my question," I frowned as we continued forward.

My name was Mandie the Demon Slayer, the dy at the end of my name being pronounced 'die' for those wondering. I was about 5 foot 6 with long black hair with red tinges in it put into twin tails. My face was strewn with freckles and a few stray blemishes, but none more so than a large scar on my cheek in the form of a triple slash. My build was about as average as you can get with my boobs being a C cup and my body weighing at least 180 without armor on. My weapon of choice was the same with all Demon Slayers. Dual-wielding hand crossbows. But mine were special. They had an unnatural ability to kill anything if I shot them in the head... everything, that is, except for Hawkaw. For some reason, she was completely impervious to pain and when I had killed her parents right before her, she immediately wanted to side with me... and before you say anything about me killing a little girl's parents, Hawkaw is an Imp, a demon of hell that never ages and has a small intelligence.

"But I'm haawwngry!" Hawkaw groaned as I then looked forward and smile. There were some zombies ahead.

"Then go eat. There's your prey. Now have at it, little nugget," I smiled at her, Hawkaw smirking at the zombie and rushing forward, slicing it to bits and then ripping into its flesh and eating it. I knew well enough that a zombie couldn't turn you into one of their kind unless they bit you, and even then, I knew a foolproof way to prevent someone from turning if they did get bit. Chop off their heads just as they begin to turn. They'd still turn into a zombie, but their intelligence would remain intact.

"Looks like we got the attention of some other zombies. Time to slaughter," I smiled as Hawkaw finished her dinner and I then proceeded to shoot numerous arrows at the heads of the zombies, them falling down with exploded heads with one arrow each. "Haww! Yer the best, bawss!" Hawkaw smiled at me as we then moved down the road some more and came upon a town that was being assaulted by some undead, a couple of soldiers in front of the town and trying to kill them, but I simply made my presence known as I shot the rest of the zombies straight through their skulls and the others amazed by my accuracy. I even managed to get a double hitter with one of the shots.

"Your aim is impeccable, miss. Tell me, who are you?... Wait... why do you have an imp traveling with you?" the head soldier asked.

"My name is Mandie, a slayer of the monsters you know as demons. And this little brat is Hawkaw," I frowned, Hawkaw frowning at that.

"Hey, Hawkaw not a brat!" she groaned at me.

"You are, have been, and always will be... anyways, we come to this town searching for information about the Fallen Star. I have reason to believe it will bring nothing but trouble, so I have come to eliminate any undead that rise from it... speaking of," I frowned as I saw something emerge from the ground. Another zombie. Once its head emerged, I shot it through the skull, same with the rest of the undead horde that tried to attack, the soldiers in awe at my skills.

"I've never seen anyone shoot like that before... I'm Captain Rumford. Here, you can enter the town. Speak with Leah at the Inn. She'll have information to share with you," the captain said as he opened the gates and I proceeded forward, me going into the town and Hawkaw following with skipping, the villagers a bit surprised by her before they saw that she had a leash connected to my torso. After all, she was still an imp, so I had to be careful not to let her stray too far.

I soon came upon the Inn and went inside, seeing that there were multiple people laid on the floor and that all of them had bite marks on them. I had to ask someone, so I asked the woman that was tending to them. She had short brown hair in a bob of sorts, a yellow headband on her head, a very kind and pretty face, and wore red clothes with long boots. She also had an arrow and bows on her, but they were holstered for now... but there was something about her that piqued my sensitive nose.

"Hmm... excuse me, miss, but how long have these people had these marks?" I asked her.

"They've been bitten at least an hour ago," Leah said, me smiling at that. That meant I could save these ones.

"Then I've got a job to do. In a few minutes, they will start to turn. When they do, I can save them from becoming zombies by cutting off their heads... doing so while they are turning will give them immunity to death until 100 years pass by and they will still be able to live life, just without a body," I said, Leah looking at me in confusion.

"But... what would they think?" Leah asked as she looked at one of the wounded.

"P-Please... save us... we'll take that... over turning... please..." one of the wounded said, me seeing that one of his friends had already started to turn. I immediately shot an arrow through his neck and chopped off his head, the man gasping as he gained his head and he looked around in confusion.

"S-She's right! It worked!" the man's head said, me then doing the same as the others started turning one by one. Now there were five bodies and five talking heads, three being men and two female. And the second female was no older than 7.

"Thank you, miss," the little girl smiled at me as I looked at Leah and she smiled at me.

"You're a miracle... thank you," Leah smiled at me.

"Don't thank me yet. I can smell it on you... a scent that was similar to that of my mother... and she was a demonic creature of hell... tell me, who were your parents?" I asked, Leah gasping at that and looking at me in shock.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about..." Leah gasped before Hawkaw then sniffed Leah's legs and gasped.

"Diawblo..." she said, me gasping as did the entirety of the people who heard her.

"What?! N-No, there's no way that I can be Diablo's daughter!" Leah said in shock and denial, me frowning at her and looking her in the eyes. I could smell it clearly. The Lord of Terror was definitely one of her ancestors.

"The imp speaks the truth, Leah. But you do not have to follow in that mad demon's footsteps... tell me, do you know of anything involving the Fallen Star? I promise I will spare you if you speak the truth," I said, Leah looking at me in shock and in fear before sighing.

"The Fallen Star hit the Cathedral to the northeast of here. And when it struck the ground, the zombies appeared, as well as the ones creating them, the Wretched Mothers. Uncle Deckard was sent down to the lower levels of the Cathedral. I had to rush back here to warn the villagers," Leah said, me not smelling a single lie in her sentence. "The road to the Cathedral has since been blocked by the soldiers because of the Wretched Mothers and their queen. If not stopped, the Undead horde will continue to plague New Tristram until all of it becomes like the old Tristram. We need help... please, can you help us?" Leah asked, me seeing her eyes were filled with tears.

"Of course I will help you. Come, Hawkaw! Time to slay some more zombie filth!" I said, Hawkaw trying to resist because of something she saw.

"Aw! C'mon! I want da milk!" Hawkaw complained when she saw the innkeeper had the milk in question.

"You can have it after we kill the Wretched Mother queen, now come along. Or would you like to go beddy bye again?" I smiled, Hawkaw frowning and giving in finally.

"You're no fair, bawss," she groaned at me.

"All's fair in love and war," I frowned at her. "Though in this case, it appears there will be very little love in this adventure..."