Well, this is my first story so, yeah. Umm... well, as I said before, please R&R and not too many flames...They burn ^_^. Thanx. Oh yeah, I'd just like to say that I've read pretty much almost all the Diablo fanfics and they're all cool and praise to the diablo fanfic writers! ^_^. Please tell me which character you like the best in your reviews. Thankies. Now, on with the story! (Oh yeah, and I may have changed the true storyline of Diablo to my whims). I love Baal! I am strange...
Disclaimer: I hope I am doing this right. Um... All Diablo related stuff belongs to Blizzard and the Moogles belong to Final Fantasy.
Our story begins in the times of old, when the monstrous sovereign triumvirate of Hell, known solely together as the Three, were cast out from their thrones by their traitorous minion warlords Belial and Azmodan. There on the mortal plane, the Three- Diablo, Mephisto, and Baal- were sealed in their SoulStones by the hands of human warriors and forgotten at the ends of the earth. And so they rested, secretly garnering power within the confines of their stones. Now it is years later, the time of modern day man (don't ask me how Santuary became America) and three days after the Three have been set loose upon the world again...
A teenage male is seen staggering along an unusually hot road on an unusually hot day under an unusually hot er.. sun. His hair is black and spiked, and loose clothes fit his body. His shirt is black with white sleeves and, upon closer inspection, his nails are perfect and seemingly clawlike. Blood is lightly smeared on his face from various, harmless cuts that come from a reincarnation, which he quickly wipes away.
'Ah, the taste of freedom,' he thinks as he saunters down the pavement of a quiet neighborhood. The very air around him swirls with the anticipation of death and all the birds are quiet on their perches. Yet still, he is too weak to embark on a journey to find his lost brothers.
This particular sidewalk is deserted, save for two teenage girls strolling along , heading into the unexpected path of the boy. One is a short-haired blonde and the other possesses long, black hair; both are pale and wear black outfits with striped long-sleeved shirts. Both look up as one and notice the other limping towards them, blood seeping down his arms.
"Hey, are you hurt?" asks the blonde one.
The wounded teenager looks up. Startled by such contact, he tests the human language. "N-not really."
"I know first-aid, ya' know," says the girl more towards her friend now. "Why don't you come with us and we'll fix up you up."
"Are you sure this is safe?" whispers the raven-tressed one.
"Yeah, yeah. We can just help him- you know, do a good deed an' all- and then he'll be on his way.
The other rolls her eyes and nods. "Okay. He doesn't look too good anyway..." She turns to him. "Come with us."
The wounded demon hesitates, deciding his options. 'Hmm... With human pawns such as these, I'll find my brothers in no time,' he thinks as he walks over to the duo. They begin walking again.
"I'm Kyra,"smiled the blonde to his left.
"Salem," nodded the charcoal-haired one to his right.
They both stare at him, waiting. 'What're they waiting for? My name? Er... my name. Hmm, let's see now. Nope, if I go ahead and announce my true demon name, I'll be exposed!' he thinks furiously. He nervously glances around. Just down the road, there is a busy street, but further past the road there is an odd sort of 'cathedral' with a sign posted on it saying, "McBrian's Steakhouse Buffet." (Note that the Three's brains are medievalistic minds in modern-day civilization. Quickly, the befuddled demon absorbed more knowledge of the English language from the bouncy blonde one without her knowing
of it.
"B-Brian's the name," he says.
"Oh!" says Kyra. "Cool! Hey where do you live?"
Brian looks around, obviously not possessing enough time to think of such details about his new 'character' in the world. Luckily, when he opened his mouth to speak, the chatterbox human cut him off, pointing to an old, decrepit-looking house. "We live over there," she says cheerfully. He glances right to the other to seek any assurance that Kyra wouldn't talk him to death. Instead, when their eyes meet, Salem instantly turns her head away and Brian couldn't shake the feeling that something important had occurred, though he didn't know what exactly. He shrugs as they make their way to the house.
Upon entering, another, longer-haired blonde greets them from a dilapidated couch situated across from an odd electrical box that he identified as a 'television' from Kyra's memory bank.
"Who's this," the other blonde, wearing a black shirt with netted sleeves, camouflage-print pants, and boots, looks at him.
"Brian. He's wounded so I thought I'd help him," exclaims Kyra. "Oh yeah, this is Rika," she say to him.
Rika nods warily on cue.
Brian slowly follows the two girls into a strangely decorated lavatory. Kyra rummages behind a mirror for their medical kit and began 'operating' on the demon's wounds...
Yeah, okay. So nothing quite interesting went on right now but it'll get better. Oh yes, could I get some help from a few other writers? ^_^ I tried to be original...