Here your go fans of D and D2. I bring you my first Diablo fic, it is just a oneshot. At least its meant to be a oneshot, it depends on how much its liked.

Disclaimer- I don't own the right to any part of Diablo, Hellfire, or Diablo2 or LOD.

It is many persons dream to leave this dull world behind and go to one where evil is fought with swords and magic. A dream of becoming a great hero who will defeat powerful villains. What if it where to come true? Except you never became the hero…..

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Un-Living Nightmare.

Toby was like every other nineteen year old computer geek. He was short and thin with boil cut hair and a long narrow nose. He couldn't throw a ball if he tried but he could tell you how to run any program in the world without you even having to tell him what version.

He also was totally addicted to computer games. But where his friends liked strategy games he preferred plot filled RPGs. Something about a game that gave you a feel for every detail. The world, the enemies, and the fight for good. He liked to think of the story that came with a character and think of what wasn't said, all the missing stories of their past.

He had been a long standing fan of Diablo. He loved to create back stories for every one of his characters. Where they lived, their families and why they started out on the quest to destroy the Lord of Terror. His favorite one had to be his bard, Winter Song. She wasn't his best or even very strong but the story he made fore her was more than a story, it was an epic.

He had been trying to find the new Diablo2 battle chest. he wanted to hear the new story as it unfolded. He also wanted to find another epic behind one of the new characters, the epics only he saw. Finally after weeks of searching he had found it, not at the stores with there empty shelves but from a man. He was a strange man who stood outside the store in the shadows. He wore a dark trench-coat and a deep rain hood, his voice was horse and he held a bag from the store.

The man called Toby over, "hello child. Would you help me? I got this from the store but it wasn't what my offspring wanted. The store wont take it back, would you purchase it from myself?" the man held out the bag. Toby was wearied out to say the least but he was also curious.

When Toby opened the bag his eyes popped wide, it was the Diablo2 battle chest. he crammed his hand into his pocket for his money. When he looked up to give it to the man he found the man was gone. Toby was too happy to really care so he ran home.

A few hours later he was still sitting on his bed reading the many manuals and books. He was more than happy with the new world and was already forming stories behind the characters. It wasn't long before he was at his computer ready to play. But as soon as the movie finish Toby began to get drowsy. He fell asleep at his computer, the main screen glowing with flickering flames.

When Toby awoke he was disoriented because he found himself staring up at a dark cloudy sky. He began to clime to his feet groaning as his joints creaked. He begin to hobble forward groaning as his body protested moving.

He walked for hours it seamed not seeing anybody and not finding anything but tress and low stone walls. Finally he saw somebody walking toward him. It was a tall dark skinned man, but something was strange about him. The clothes he wore or the small sword he swung about.

The man saw Toby and ran forward. Toby tried to say something but his swollen tongue made every word a moan. The man was close now he jumped at Toby, smashing his shield into Toby chest sending him down to the ground. the man stood over Toby with his sword held high, "let the corpses of the innocent rest you tormented sprit." And with the last word the sword came down severing Toby's head.

As Toby's head rolled away his last thought was, 'I am a zombie." the mighty paladin wiped his sword clean and said a prayer for the lost soils forced to do evils biding. He turned and set off again looking for the den of evil.

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there you go Diablo fans, a new story and something for you to think about. Be careful what you wish for.