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Chapter two: Demonic rising

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The first thing thing Khali was aware of was the fact that he was on his back, nowhere near The Golden Jewel. He was in his armor, the same armor in which he'd slain the three in, also he was holding his wand and zombiehead, plus he knew that he was not alone. When he jumped to his feet ready to curse the first thing that moved, he saw that his friends had all come to a similar solution, because the sharp end of Tulwik's warhammer was looming too close to the eyehole of his bonehelm.

"Alright," said Leera, carefully choosing her words, as she, and the others, lowered their weapons, "who exactlly called this little get together? Because this sure as hell isn't The Black Marsh." Her words were true, dead to rights, because all around them they saw nothing but pitch black darkness, the only they saw eachother was because they were illuminated by some unknown light above them.

"I did hero and with every fiber of my being I wish I didn't have to," said a very familier voice above them, that struck immense dread into the very souls of the seven.

"Tyrael!" cried Fenrier, quickly dropping to his knees, beliving, as always, that he didn't yet deserve to look upon the archangel without permission, being a man of incredible faith.

"Rise hero," said Tyrael, as the seven gathered in a semi-circle around the archangel as he set foot upon the floor that the seven were standing upon, "I, to my most intense dismay, must inform you that Sanctuary is in immense danger once more. Again the forces of hell have gathered under a great force."

"The prime evil's HAVE RETURNED!" Vash spat out in a growl much like a wolf's.

"Dear god, no!" cried Moontear.

"Is this true Tyrael?" inquired Ishami.

"Yes indeed, is it true?" echoed Khali.

"Unfortunatly, it isn't. For if it were, you might at least have more knowledge of what your facing, rather than going into this terrible battle blindly. For the enemy you face is far more dangerous than the three."

"It dosen't matter, since we're gonna crack his skull open anyways, so why even bother to find out his name."

"...Perhaps I should show you," said Tyrael. Suddenly the void they were standing in transformed into The World Stone chamber. It was showing the last bit of the battle between The Lord of Destruction and The Great Seven. They were at opposite ends of the platform leading to the stone. It was obvious that both sides had sustained severe damage in the battle and final blow was soon to be struck. Then a sudden wicked smile touched Baal's mouth, it was then replaced with a pucker that looked as if he were about to kiss someone and his hand began to make a strange circular motion.

This had stirred Fenfeir's memomry to a barbarian warrior who was recovering from a severe injury he had gained during the slaughter at The Gate Fortress of Shesherom. He described Baal making similar actions, the wind whipping up and around in a frenzy until their general, that had gone beyond the safety of the walls to confront Baal face-to-face, suddenly blew apart. Fenrier simply thought the man mad, but now he knew better.

"Tulwik!" Fenrier shouted, as he threw down his heraldric sheild and grasping his two-hand sword tighter in his other hand, "Throw me!"

Reacting more so on impulse than thought, Tulwik dropped his twin warhammers, grasped Fenrier's outstreached hand and, with all his might, flung him towards The Lord of Destruction just as the wind began to pick up around the seven heroes.

Just then, everything seemed to slow down incredibly for Fenrier. He grasped his sword tightly in both of his hands now, flying directly at the head of the wretched creature that opposed them. As Fenrier drew near The Lord of Destruction the demon's hand made an abrupt movement and Fenrier felt a terrible force surge past him. But it was to little, to late, for when the force came halfway across the platform, Fenrier was close enough and...SHINK!, he beheaded the malevolent demon known as Baal.

"This seems incredibly pointless," said Khali, as Tyrael decended upon the seven and The Worldstone Chamber began tear itself apart at the seams. For the real Great Seven, along with the actual Tyrael, had watched the scene play itself out, for what they saw was an illusion of what was an actual event that had taken place months ago.

"No kidding, I see this shit enough in my nightmares, in different shades and outcomes too." Leera muttered.

"Yeah, but at least you don't wake up in a cold sweat of blood," said Moontear.

"Not that I'm nitpicking, but can we stick to buissiness hear?" questioned Vash, who obviously wanted to get through this uncomfortable gathering as quickly as possible, espeacially since seeing Baal again got his nerves on highend. So with that the seven continued to watch the events that had already unfolded.

The seven, who would soon be known in songs and stories as The Great Seven, marched slowly and painfully through the portal. Once Leera finally dissapeared through it, Tyrael sealed the portal and adressed himself to other matters. He went to Baal's body, at least the part with legs, and took Baal's soulstone from what was the remainder of his neck. Slipping the stone into his robes, Tyrael then turned towards The Worldstone, walked to the end of the platform, unsheathed his sword from deep within his robes and flung it at The Worldstone. The sword then imbedded itself deep into the stone that had become irreversibly corrupt under the influence of hatred, rage, cruelty, destruction and, above all else, evil.

As The Worldstone began to break apart and explode, Tyrael opened another portal and went through it himself. The chamber then turned itself into The Pandamodium Fortress. Never being much for conversation, Tyrael sped past all who resided in the god-forsaken and deeper into the bowels of Hell. He moved with unimaginable speed, 'til he reached The Hell Forge. He then removed Baal's soulstone from his robes, placed it upon the forge, took up The Hell Forge Hammer and smashed the acursed stone. It's pieces then fell to the ground amongst it's brothers and ceased to glow. "For several years," began the real Tyrael, as the illusioned Tyrael became lost from sight, "I returned to the forge, to see to it that nothing...unusual happened. Until recently the world passed on, much as it should have...until."

A flayer demon appeared from behind a rock large enough to hide it's diminuative form and came up to the forge, the seven wondering of what importance could a lowly demon such as this serve. That was until they saw the flayer begin to devour the Soulstone shards one-by-one, this action had gained several audiable gasps, groans, and growls from the seven, as Tyrael simply looked on in solem silence. Once the last piece went down the flayer's throat a most horrendous change began to take place. Body parts, human and otherwise, began to spream forth from it's body and shrink back just as quickly, twice it had turned completly insideout (this had strewn many organs across the ground). The unfortunate creature screaming all the while as the immensly painful changes came forth upon it. For at that moment, he suffered more intensly than anyone creature should suffer.

When his body had finally set into an actual form, the flayer had turned into a human form. The demon's human body was rather humble actually, his eyes only came up to Tulwik's shoulder, he wasn't exactly muscle bound either, he had lengthy inferno smoke black hair, his skin was extremly pale, he wore a long black robe as well as a broad black hat tthat only made him seem smaller, it also cast a impenatreble black shadow went halfway down his nose. The only dangerous feature about him were the eyes, which would glow, constantly changing, sinister shades of: red, blue and yellow, the flag colors of The Three Prime Evils.

Tyrael, the fake one, came down out of the sky, sword in hand, and was preparing for a powerful, downward vertical strike. The demon countered this by slipping a two-handed sword out of his left sleeve and slashing horizantily right. Tyrael dogged this by twisting upward and out of the blade's way, however the force of the blade, even without touching him, sent him skipping across The River of Flame, like so many flat stones across a lake. Tyrael had stopped dead in the air, after the ninth skip and sped towards the demon once more, by this time the demon held two swords. All through the course of the battle, as things grew more and more fierce, Tyrael had not struck a single blow.

As the battle took it's worst turn yet, Hell turned once more into the black void that it had begun as. "Dear god," Fenrier finally let out heavily, as the battle ceased, "Tyrael, does this thing have a name other than pure evil?"

"He calls himself, Diabra, Lord of Apocalypse," Tyrael answered gravly.

"I don't understand!" cried Moontear "Why can't the forces of Heaven fight this evil and not us."

"Or better yet," said Khali, tiring of silence, "why couldn't Heaven help us with the Three the first time 'round."

"Because," Tyrael began, "ever since the end of the world's creation, God seldom awakens. He had left many rules that we were to live by 'til he awakened once more. If any were to be broken, everything, everywhere, would be cast into darkness, undone and destroyed. I have, many times over, come close to doing this, by helping mortal man. Yet I fear not, for here I am facing the same decision that I always have: to decide whether or not to help the father's favorite children. And the answer is the same as it always has been: I see man, as cast in the name of God, not guilty, therefore I can do no other than help him. So now, heroes, you have your choice to make: shall you let the world be cast into darkness or shall good prevail? It is your choice so I shall leave it to you."

After several moments of silence Fenrier finally spoke, "Even if I should walk this road alone, I shall see to it that good, not evil shall rule this day and all days TO COME!"

"If you should walk this path alone, then I shall walk it with you," said Khali sternly, placing his hand on Fenrier's shoulder, "I offer you my wand, my mind, my alligence and my life."

"I offer you my staff, my courage, my alligence and my life," said Moontear, stepping forth.

"I offer you my hammers, my strength, my alligence and my life."

"I offer you my bow, my speed, my alligence, and my life."

"I offer you my ax, my craft, my alligence and my life."

"I offer you my blades, my silence, my alligence and my life," Ishami said finally.

"As I to you... my friends, neigh, my family," answered Fenrier.

"Very well then, I bid you good luck, for without it you are lost," said Tyrael. Then everything faded from sight for the seven.

Sight slowly crept back into the eyes of Khali. He found that he was once again in his normal clothing and on his mat, in his room above The Golden Jewel. He was being watched very closely by Atma and the reawakend Geglash. "Atma?" said Khali.

"Yes?"

"We've got trouble."

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So that's the second update and probaly the only one for a while. Because as you know school has started. So as always KEEP ON ROCKIN AND REVIEWIN CAUSE I'LL HANDLE THE ROLLING!