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When I reached the base of the mountain I seemed to sense a dark cloud forming overhead. The path continues to wind up the side of the gray mountain, I know that this is the only way to Aranoch. I begin my trek up the side of the mountain observing the rocky surface of the mountain side. I stop for a minute and let out a deep breath then listen for anything suspicious. Hearing nothing I continue up the mountain when I hear a crow cawing. I continue upwards when I reach a path that splits off into two directions, one path leads upwards more while the other path has a sign that was barely readable but I walked over to it and stared at it's wooden surface with splinters of wood popping out in some places. 'Angel Spire Church'. If I remember my previous travels right this mountain houses a well respected church indeed. Suddenly the dark presence of Diablo urges me to follow this path, I decide to heed his words afraid of what may happen if I don't. I will not give in completely to the demon however. I follow the path onward until I see the lights of a church in the distance...
I walk up to the church and study it, it is a fairly large structure with stained glass windows with dark colors on their transparent surfaces. The building itself is a dark and gothic design with stone towers on all four of it's sides with a bell tower in the center, the entrance is two large wooden doors that are braced with steel bars across the upper and lower parts of them. It begins to snow, I stand there quietly listening to the sounds of the snow hitting the dirt and I slowly walk up to the left door when Diablo shouts "They know too much about our plans, they are a threat to us. Kill them, all of them!" inside my head.
There is only one thing to do, if they are a threat they must indeed die. Attempting to pull open the door results in failure, the door is locked and I don't have the skills to pick it. I step back a few feet letting the sound of the landing snow calm me and I begin to chant a phrase. I lift my arm and cast a large fiery blast that breaks open the doors of the gothic church revealing it's holy interior. I step inside the massive church and look around, the stained glass windows further inside show pictures of angels with silky white feathers and blond hair. Several pillars with angelic designs support the roof above, I walk down the red matted aisle passing by some wooden benches when several cloaked figures walk into the room. I look at them, they wear white cloaks with golden edges, their faces however are cloaked in the shadow of their hood. The one in front speaks "What is the meaning of this!?"
I look at them and all of the sudden my vision turns blood red and I uncontrollably raise my arm and point to them. "Your church is a threat to our armies, you must all die." I coldly say then draw my sword, it's silver blade shines in the light given off by the numerous lanterns hung around the church.
"Back demon, we will not allow you to taint these halls with your vile presence!" The leader shouts.
"And we will not allow you to taint this mortal realm with your pathetic and weak heaven worshipping ways." I reply in the same cold tone.
With that the two cloaked figures begin chanting conjuring up magic no doubt. I quickly cast a fireball and the fireball hits the leader as he finishes his chanting. The leader's chest is blown clear open as the fireball passes through it, he screams in agony as blood drips down his once perfectly clean white cloak. After he falls on the floor the smell of burning flesh is present in the air, the other figure in shock begins chanting again this time quickly. I walk over to him holding up my sword and hold it up and swing at his torso, the defensless figure screams in pain as the top half of his body falls off and hits the ground, bottom half following. Blood oozes from both halves and covers the already red floor of the church. Looking around in my blood red vision I see no one else entering the room, I begin charging up a spell of fire and then after ten seconds I release it. The center of the church is set aflame as the wooden rafters assisting in supporting the roof of the church start to give out. I put my sword away and walk through the flames and out of the church and start following the path back to the main road. As I walk along I hear the sounds of burning wood and then a couple minutes later the sound of stones crashing down as the blood red vision dissapears...
I follow the primary road, the cold mountain air doesn't seem to have much of an affect on me as I continue along the dirt surface. Snow covers the ground where I am now making the path slightly difficult to see but not impossible, thinking back to what just happened a while ago I feel tormented. I killed two followers of a church and burned it to the ground! How could I do such a thing!? I stand still thinking about that as my cloak moves along with the wind. Then I realize that it was not me, it was Diablo and no one but Diablo. I continue along the path that begins going downhill, after an hour of continuous uneventful travelling I reach the ground.
The snow on my cloak already melted leaving it slightly wet in some areas, I walk along the path and decide this is a good place to stop. I fall asleep expecting another dream courtasy of Diablo. I was right, this time however I was not facing screaming peasants or Baal, this time I was facing myself. The me before all of this, the me from before I went beneath the Monastary in Tristram. "You have changed, you had a past but you have no future." The replica said.
I open my mouth to speak to this, younger me but nothing comes out. I stand there in the black of nothingness and look at this copy of me. I begin to wonder what his words mean, then I realized that I am failing in the task that I sought to accomplish...
When I reached the base of the mountain I seemed to sense a dark cloud forming overhead. The path continues to wind up the side of the gray mountain, I know that this is the only way to Aranoch. I begin my trek up the side of the mountain observing the rocky surface of the mountain side. I stop for a minute and let out a deep breath then listen for anything suspicious. Hearing nothing I continue up the mountain when I hear a crow cawing. I continue upwards when I reach a path that splits off into two directions, one path leads upwards more while the other path has a sign that was barely readable but I walked over to it and stared at it's wooden surface with splinters of wood popping out in some places. 'Angel Spire Church'. If I remember my previous travels right this mountain houses a well respected church indeed. Suddenly the dark presence of Diablo urges me to follow this path, I decide to heed his words afraid of what may happen if I don't. I will not give in completely to the demon however. I follow the path onward until I see the lights of a church in the distance...
I walk up to the church and study it, it is a fairly large structure with stained glass windows with dark colors on their transparent surfaces. The building itself is a dark and gothic design with stone towers on all four of it's sides with a bell tower in the center, the entrance is two large wooden doors that are braced with steel bars across the upper and lower parts of them. It begins to snow, I stand there quietly listening to the sounds of the snow hitting the dirt and I slowly walk up to the left door when Diablo shouts "They know too much about our plans, they are a threat to us. Kill them, all of them!" inside my head.
There is only one thing to do, if they are a threat they must indeed die. Attempting to pull open the door results in failure, the door is locked and I don't have the skills to pick it. I step back a few feet letting the sound of the landing snow calm me and I begin to chant a phrase. I lift my arm and cast a large fiery blast that breaks open the doors of the gothic church revealing it's holy interior. I step inside the massive church and look around, the stained glass windows further inside show pictures of angels with silky white feathers and blond hair. Several pillars with angelic designs support the roof above, I walk down the red matted aisle passing by some wooden benches when several cloaked figures walk into the room. I look at them, they wear white cloaks with golden edges, their faces however are cloaked in the shadow of their hood. The one in front speaks "What is the meaning of this!?"
I look at them and all of the sudden my vision turns blood red and I uncontrollably raise my arm and point to them. "Your church is a threat to our armies, you must all die." I coldly say then draw my sword, it's silver blade shines in the light given off by the numerous lanterns hung around the church.
"Back demon, we will not allow you to taint these halls with your vile presence!" The leader shouts.
"And we will not allow you to taint this mortal realm with your pathetic and weak heaven worshipping ways." I reply in the same cold tone.
With that the two cloaked figures begin chanting conjuring up magic no doubt. I quickly cast a fireball and the fireball hits the leader as he finishes his chanting. The leader's chest is blown clear open as the fireball passes through it, he screams in agony as blood drips down his once perfectly clean white cloak. After he falls on the floor the smell of burning flesh is present in the air, the other figure in shock begins chanting again this time quickly. I walk over to him holding up my sword and hold it up and swing at his torso, the defensless figure screams in pain as the top half of his body falls off and hits the ground, bottom half following. Blood oozes from both halves and covers the already red floor of the church. Looking around in my blood red vision I see no one else entering the room, I begin charging up a spell of fire and then after ten seconds I release it. The center of the church is set aflame as the wooden rafters assisting in supporting the roof of the church start to give out. I put my sword away and walk through the flames and out of the church and start following the path back to the main road. As I walk along I hear the sounds of burning wood and then a couple minutes later the sound of stones crashing down as the blood red vision dissapears...
I follow the primary road, the cold mountain air doesn't seem to have much of an affect on me as I continue along the dirt surface. Snow covers the ground where I am now making the path slightly difficult to see but not impossible, thinking back to what just happened a while ago I feel tormented. I killed two followers of a church and burned it to the ground! How could I do such a thing!? I stand still thinking about that as my cloak moves along with the wind. Then I realize that it was not me, it was Diablo and no one but Diablo. I continue along the path that begins going downhill, after an hour of continuous uneventful travelling I reach the ground.
The snow on my cloak already melted leaving it slightly wet in some areas, I walk along the path and decide this is a good place to stop. I fall asleep expecting another dream courtasy of Diablo. I was right, this time however I was not facing screaming peasants or Baal, this time I was facing myself. The me before all of this, the me from before I went beneath the Monastary in Tristram. "You have changed, you had a past but you have no future." The replica said.
I open my mouth to speak to this, younger me but nothing comes out. I stand there in the black of nothingness and look at this copy of me. I begin to wonder what his words mean, then I realized that I am failing in the task that I sought to accomplish...