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The snow covers much of the ground now in a white blanket that is still piling up with the continuing flakes falling from the now starry sky. I look up for a minute and gaze into the bright stars that shine brightly and the moon off to the side that gives off some light for some of the darkness of the cold night to retreat into corners. I turn my gaze back torwards the path in front of me and continue my long journey. After a few minutes of continuous walking I see a light up ahead, at a fork in the road I decide that I do need some rest if I am to continue so I walk torwards the building in the distance. It starts to snow harder and I now hear talking within the tall structure, I walk up to the entryway taking out my sword in case someone decides to start trouble and push open the small wooden door covered with splinters sticking out from the surface. As I open the door all talking stops and everyone in the building seems to stare at me, I just casually walk in still holding my sword and sit down on a bench away from the other people. The talking continues as I gaze down onto my sword which is sticking down into the wooden floor of the building. As I sit I can feel the gaze of some of the people on me, but I just continue to stare at the long silver blade now slightly dirty from lack of cleaning. I do not bother to observe the building or the people, all I am here for is a bit of rest then I am gone again. "Look at all of these useless mortals, we should put them out of their misery.... Don't you think?" Diablo says quietly laughing after.
Suddenly I lose control again, I drop my sword trying to control Diablo's influence, I can not give up! Not here! Though I try I cannot fight off Diablo's control and fall onto the ground, I can no longer control my actions, suddenly flames start to rise out of torches and the wooden floor bursts open revealing both fire sprites and demons of the underworld. Skeletons jump out of the flames and then the fire explodes catching the building on fire. The inhabitants try to fight off the oncoming horde but the skeletons slaughter them by dismembering them littering the floor with bloody limbs or just plain stabbing them. As I watch the floor begin to turn red I see other types of demons join the fray, bats, spirits. The spirits burst through people's chest's without slowing down one bit spilling even more blood on the wooden floor... Finally, without watching any more I attempt to regain control and succeed... Only to discover that it is too late, Diablo's lackeys have already killed most of the people in the building. I stand up and observe my failure to contain Diablo once again, my face feels slightly different now but I do not care, I have more things to worry about. Observing the carnage I see a wooden floor stained with the red blood of innocent bystanders and fire rising up to the ceiling burning the once fine building, with that I decide not to look for survivors and walk straight through the fire and back out into the cold night. I continue to walk along the dirt path until I reach the fork once again.
As I stand there recollecting myself I hear footsteps arrive behind me, I look around to see a rather short man who is slightly bald and is very skinny. I look down at him to see that he is slightly afraid of me... "This mortal may come in handy... Don't you think? Hah!" Diablo says in an evil tone.
"Hello sir." The little guy says in a slightly shiverous tone.
All I do is nod at his presence...
"Not much of a talker.. Are you?" He responds.
"I have important buisness to attend to, I have no time for idle banter..." I coldly say.
"Wern't you in that... Bar?" I question in an emotionless fashion.
"Actually, yes I was." He answers.
"Then after what you saw why are you following me?"
"Interested, that's all..."
"Don't you know I could go crazy on you any minute now just like I did there and many times before then?"
"You looked like you needed some help... You know travelling alone and all. My name is Marius, what is yours?"
"..."
"Uh, don't you have a name, sir?"
"I don't remember anymore..."
"Well then, I'll gladly help you in any way possible if you wish."
"Well then, you can come at your own risk. But I am warning you... You could end up dead at any moment shall I lose it again."
"Alright! So, what can I do for you?"
"You can hold this." I say giving him supplies that I've had on my back in the cloak for a while.
"Uh, no problem!" He responds in a surprised way.
"Don't break your back." I say in my first attempt at humor in a while.
With that I decide to set up camp at the fork for the night, we'll starts out early tomorrow morning. Suddenly realizing I forgot my sword back at the bar I remember that I can still use magic. With that I fall asleep surrendering to the haunting nightmares of Diablo's twisted creation.
The snow covers much of the ground now in a white blanket that is still piling up with the continuing flakes falling from the now starry sky. I look up for a minute and gaze into the bright stars that shine brightly and the moon off to the side that gives off some light for some of the darkness of the cold night to retreat into corners. I turn my gaze back torwards the path in front of me and continue my long journey. After a few minutes of continuous walking I see a light up ahead, at a fork in the road I decide that I do need some rest if I am to continue so I walk torwards the building in the distance. It starts to snow harder and I now hear talking within the tall structure, I walk up to the entryway taking out my sword in case someone decides to start trouble and push open the small wooden door covered with splinters sticking out from the surface. As I open the door all talking stops and everyone in the building seems to stare at me, I just casually walk in still holding my sword and sit down on a bench away from the other people. The talking continues as I gaze down onto my sword which is sticking down into the wooden floor of the building. As I sit I can feel the gaze of some of the people on me, but I just continue to stare at the long silver blade now slightly dirty from lack of cleaning. I do not bother to observe the building or the people, all I am here for is a bit of rest then I am gone again. "Look at all of these useless mortals, we should put them out of their misery.... Don't you think?" Diablo says quietly laughing after.
Suddenly I lose control again, I drop my sword trying to control Diablo's influence, I can not give up! Not here! Though I try I cannot fight off Diablo's control and fall onto the ground, I can no longer control my actions, suddenly flames start to rise out of torches and the wooden floor bursts open revealing both fire sprites and demons of the underworld. Skeletons jump out of the flames and then the fire explodes catching the building on fire. The inhabitants try to fight off the oncoming horde but the skeletons slaughter them by dismembering them littering the floor with bloody limbs or just plain stabbing them. As I watch the floor begin to turn red I see other types of demons join the fray, bats, spirits. The spirits burst through people's chest's without slowing down one bit spilling even more blood on the wooden floor... Finally, without watching any more I attempt to regain control and succeed... Only to discover that it is too late, Diablo's lackeys have already killed most of the people in the building. I stand up and observe my failure to contain Diablo once again, my face feels slightly different now but I do not care, I have more things to worry about. Observing the carnage I see a wooden floor stained with the red blood of innocent bystanders and fire rising up to the ceiling burning the once fine building, with that I decide not to look for survivors and walk straight through the fire and back out into the cold night. I continue to walk along the dirt path until I reach the fork once again.
As I stand there recollecting myself I hear footsteps arrive behind me, I look around to see a rather short man who is slightly bald and is very skinny. I look down at him to see that he is slightly afraid of me... "This mortal may come in handy... Don't you think? Hah!" Diablo says in an evil tone.
"Hello sir." The little guy says in a slightly shiverous tone.
All I do is nod at his presence...
"Not much of a talker.. Are you?" He responds.
"I have important buisness to attend to, I have no time for idle banter..." I coldly say.
"Wern't you in that... Bar?" I question in an emotionless fashion.
"Actually, yes I was." He answers.
"Then after what you saw why are you following me?"
"Interested, that's all..."
"Don't you know I could go crazy on you any minute now just like I did there and many times before then?"
"You looked like you needed some help... You know travelling alone and all. My name is Marius, what is yours?"
"..."
"Uh, don't you have a name, sir?"
"I don't remember anymore..."
"Well then, I'll gladly help you in any way possible if you wish."
"Well then, you can come at your own risk. But I am warning you... You could end up dead at any moment shall I lose it again."
"Alright! So, what can I do for you?"
"You can hold this." I say giving him supplies that I've had on my back in the cloak for a while.
"Uh, no problem!" He responds in a surprised way.
"Don't break your back." I say in my first attempt at humor in a while.
With that I decide to set up camp at the fork for the night, we'll starts out early tomorrow morning. Suddenly realizing I forgot my sword back at the bar I remember that I can still use magic. With that I fall asleep surrendering to the haunting nightmares of Diablo's twisted creation.