My Pains and Fears.
I make no claim to Diablo or any Blizzard produced characters/games. I do claim my original characters.
The flames of Hell rise with a new lust. He is gone. Diablo is gone. Slain by a valiant warrior who traveled far to protect Sanctuary. I deeply admire that hero. Now I shall clean up the mess Diablo left. The demons shall learn of their new master. I am back.
Hell is my home, my sanctuary from the chaos wrought by Diveen Horadrim. Oh, how I love it here. The heat is great, but not that great. The demons are strong, but not that strong. Soon I shall build a new throne to place in the great star of my Chaos Sanctuary. Oh, how nice of Diablo to take it over and keep it up for me.
He will be back. I know he will. As will his brothers. They are the sons of the Horadric demon. They will not remain dead for long. They have the persistence of their father. Ah yes, Diveen Horadrim. The man who drove me to seek out refuge in Hell. What an irony? I flee to Hell so that I might not be punished for my sins. Oh, the sins I committed in my youth.
I was a Ganvatar. Young, and dumb. I was with my "mentors" when they stormed the Horadrim household and destroyed the family. We killed all the men, and ravaged all the women unto death. But our biggest mistake, was twisting Diveen, and leaving him to live. Every day I think of the pain I could have prevented had I killed him. Oh, but the good that came from letting him live.
Anaroch was flattened 15,000 years ago. The Ganvatar were hunted down and punished. Millions of humans slaughtered. In the Greater Hells, Diveen Horadrim has erected a mountain of bones taken from the humans and demons he killed. The mountain is near impossible to climb, and it is all bone. Even the throne he sits on is made of skulls and spines. 20,000 years ago we opened a box that would make Pandora shiver. Now, even today, the effects of our mistakes can be felt.
I am one of three. Three Ganvatar who have managed to gain his mercy. We live, only to guard sanctuary from the world we supported those 20 millenniums ago. I am the guardian of the lesser Hells. I atone from my fear, and my pain, by keeping the demons locked inside. There is only one portal into Hell now. I helped seal off all the others. Only Diablo could open another portal. He is the son of the Horadric Mage. Of coarse he could open up a whole to Hell.
Today I talked to Diveen Horadrim. He told me that he was planning to take a trip across Sanctuary. Even today he is proud of the word he molded. Sanctuary, yes, that is what the world is. A sanctuary from the likes of us. There are many things I regret, but I do not regret living to protect. I do not regret fleeing the Great Jungle of Anaroch before it was leveled to a desert. I do not regret. In all the fear and pain that I have suffered, I do not regret what he is. I, Banaster Tam-kula, do not regret the saint Horadrim.