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It has been one day since I defeated Diablo deep within hell itself. I remember clearly, after I killed Diablo I cut the stone out of the demon's head and saw a most disturbing sight. The body of Diablo started to turn to bone and shattered revealing the missing Prince. The demonic looking statues in the chamber where the final battle took place looked down upon me, I swear that while looking up at one it's eyes lit up for a second then faded, maybe it was just my imagination. I looked at the purple and red stone that I took out of the demon's head and has this feeling, I know what I have to do but even after fighting all the horrors I have fought... I feel afraid to do this. What if I'm not strong enough? No I cannot think about weakness or in the end I will fail. Without thinking any further I drove the stone into my head, it's not the pain going through every part of my body that made me scream in terror, it was the spiritual force that raced into the very depths of my soul in a matter of seconds. I fell on my knees, feeling different, depressed. I got up and used what was left of my energy to summon a portal to town. All I need is rest....
I slept that night, uneasy I began having nightmares. I saw people screaming in terror as demons butchered them where they stood, the ground was covered in blood and dismembered limbs. All I did was stand there, watching. I felt myself.... smiling at the carnage though deep down I did not want any of this to happen I could not walk, talk, or move even an inch. It was as if someone else was controlling me. I could only continue watching as these innocent people were slaughtered where they stood. Then the dream changed, it showed two locations. A desert tomb with sand as far as I could see and a jungle temple surrounded by tall trees and ancient buildings. I heard a demonic voice in my head.... Diablo, I know it was him I remember that horrible voice. His words still filled me with terror like they did when he spoke in the depths of hell. He ordered me to "Go east to the deserts of Aranoch". I woke up that night and yelled something I cannot remember about the east...
The next morning I felt the dark presence growing inside me. For the rest of the week and the next I kept having the same nightmares, the innocent people suffering and being herded and slaughtered like animals, my uncontrollable laughter. I was going insane I could feel it, I started hearing whispering in my head. I tried covering my ears many times but the whispering continued. I don't know if I can continue to contain Diablo. I decided that night that I must leave Tristram, the village in Khaundras the kingdom in which I fought to protect in many battles under the leadership of the once noble King, Leoric who was driven insane by the loss of his son, or was that the reason? The next morning I decided to leave the town fearing that I may begin killing the people I fought for just like Leoric did. I took a black travelling cloak and my best sword with me in case I run into trouble along the way. The sword brought back memories, memories of the dark corridors of the depths of the monastary and the terror that filled it's dark and haunting corridors. I left early that morning, as I was leaving I looked behind me knowing that this may be the last time I look upon the town that was so good to me and treated me like a hero for saving them from Diablo.
I turned around and not once did I look back upon Tristram and it's innocent and friendly people, from the blacksmith Griswold who helped me with repairs and trading during my fight to the town drunk.... Farnham. I pray that these people will live the rest of their lives peacefuly. As I was leaving I could feel the gaze of some of the villagers upon me giving a silent farewell. A few days later when I passed through another town I overheard gossip that Tristram was destroyed by demons...
Notes: So did you like it? My first fan fiction. I tried to make it as close to Diablo I and II as possible. If you guys want me to continue just give good reviews, but I would appreciate some advice for making my writing better. Thanks!
It has been one day since I defeated Diablo deep within hell itself. I remember clearly, after I killed Diablo I cut the stone out of the demon's head and saw a most disturbing sight. The body of Diablo started to turn to bone and shattered revealing the missing Prince. The demonic looking statues in the chamber where the final battle took place looked down upon me, I swear that while looking up at one it's eyes lit up for a second then faded, maybe it was just my imagination. I looked at the purple and red stone that I took out of the demon's head and has this feeling, I know what I have to do but even after fighting all the horrors I have fought... I feel afraid to do this. What if I'm not strong enough? No I cannot think about weakness or in the end I will fail. Without thinking any further I drove the stone into my head, it's not the pain going through every part of my body that made me scream in terror, it was the spiritual force that raced into the very depths of my soul in a matter of seconds. I fell on my knees, feeling different, depressed. I got up and used what was left of my energy to summon a portal to town. All I need is rest....
I slept that night, uneasy I began having nightmares. I saw people screaming in terror as demons butchered them where they stood, the ground was covered in blood and dismembered limbs. All I did was stand there, watching. I felt myself.... smiling at the carnage though deep down I did not want any of this to happen I could not walk, talk, or move even an inch. It was as if someone else was controlling me. I could only continue watching as these innocent people were slaughtered where they stood. Then the dream changed, it showed two locations. A desert tomb with sand as far as I could see and a jungle temple surrounded by tall trees and ancient buildings. I heard a demonic voice in my head.... Diablo, I know it was him I remember that horrible voice. His words still filled me with terror like they did when he spoke in the depths of hell. He ordered me to "Go east to the deserts of Aranoch". I woke up that night and yelled something I cannot remember about the east...
The next morning I felt the dark presence growing inside me. For the rest of the week and the next I kept having the same nightmares, the innocent people suffering and being herded and slaughtered like animals, my uncontrollable laughter. I was going insane I could feel it, I started hearing whispering in my head. I tried covering my ears many times but the whispering continued. I don't know if I can continue to contain Diablo. I decided that night that I must leave Tristram, the village in Khaundras the kingdom in which I fought to protect in many battles under the leadership of the once noble King, Leoric who was driven insane by the loss of his son, or was that the reason? The next morning I decided to leave the town fearing that I may begin killing the people I fought for just like Leoric did. I took a black travelling cloak and my best sword with me in case I run into trouble along the way. The sword brought back memories, memories of the dark corridors of the depths of the monastary and the terror that filled it's dark and haunting corridors. I left early that morning, as I was leaving I looked behind me knowing that this may be the last time I look upon the town that was so good to me and treated me like a hero for saving them from Diablo.
I turned around and not once did I look back upon Tristram and it's innocent and friendly people, from the blacksmith Griswold who helped me with repairs and trading during my fight to the town drunk.... Farnham. I pray that these people will live the rest of their lives peacefuly. As I was leaving I could feel the gaze of some of the villagers upon me giving a silent farewell. A few days later when I passed through another town I overheard gossip that Tristram was destroyed by demons...
Notes: So did you like it? My first fan fiction. I tried to make it as close to Diablo I and II as possible. If you guys want me to continue just give good reviews, but I would appreciate some advice for making my writing better. Thanks!