Finally, killing Diablo after hours of intense battle, the barbarian emerged victorious. Dropping the horadaric cube, the barbarian left thinking that it was all over.
Two houors later, Diablo awoke as a spirit floating 12 feet above his body. "I can't believe I lost to that human, I will have my revenge!" said Diablo as he re-entered his body. Picking up the horadaric cube, diablo teleported to Tristram.
"Wow, this place sure has gotten smaller since the last time I was here, I wonder where they put my old church?" Said Diablo as he was walking through the town.
"No one truly knows," Diablo turned around to see a zombie talking to him, "the game creators killed us and shrank our town so there way to get near the area where the old church was."
"Ok, but if the the creators killed you, how can you be walking and talking to me?"
"Beats the shit out of me, my guess is that the creators are insane. I was brought back to kill trespassers by the game creators and the author thought I should talk to you."
"Ok..., I kinda understand but I have one other question, who the hell are you!"
"I was once called Griswold when I was still alive."
"Oh, your that weapon maker, right?" Griswold nods slightly. "Do you have any weapons left?"
"I have one left but it is extremely weak, although i did hear the if you combine it with some tome that it opens a portal to a village with demonic cows."
"Wow, I'll take it," Diablo strikes Griswold with his spiked tail, ripping out a section of his chest.
After a moments thought, "I should have had him tell me what the weapon was so I wouldn't have to search the city," after a few minutes Diablo comes across a dead body with a leg in it's hand. "I uess this could be a weapon," A this point Diablo rips off the hand while trying to get the leg, in anger he sets the body on fire.