A New Beginning

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Diablo characters, nor any Blizzard characters.

So, it has come to pass, that the greatest evil I have ever set my eyes upon has spawned children. I do believe that these spawn serve the purpose of helping him remove his evil. He has weakened himself by giving his power to them. He has softened his hatred by giving it over to Mephisto. He has weakened his power by giving his magic to Baal. He, Diveen Horadrim, has given his fearsome tactics to Diablo.

Now why do you suppose that Diveen has done such a thing? For 10,000 years he has been a bane of the world. He has only shown his vicious face when he wished to "Purge and Cleanse" the Earth. He has killed millions of humans in his campaigns, and an impossible estimation of demons. Oh, his actions have justification. Even Heaven itself cannot ignore this. Diveen is justified by his crusade agianst us Ganvatar.

Now, he wishes to be good. He has drilled a sub-conscience discipline into the human and demon populace. 'Thou shalt not rape any being for sexual pleasure.' Oh yes, today, only three of us Ganvatar remain, and we wish to keep it as such. It is from our great terror that we do not defy the Horadric demon. We are now the anti to what our peers were 10,000 years ago.

The Demon has spawned children, and now can find goodness. His family will get a love he was denied. They can grow and live in a society that they will not have to fear. No, for many millennia, there will be no war and strife, no anarchy or unrest. Baal, Diablo, Mephisto, the three ropes that shall hold Diveen down.

But I fear that in his move to make himself good, and to weaken himself, he may very well become stronger. He practices new forms of magic then in the old days. He has not called upon the pain wall curse in ages. He has not melded the fleshes of demons to make a new stronger demon. He has not used any demonic magics of major. Oh, but what he can do today.

We live in a world that he has proclaimed a sanctuary. Sanctuary, yes, that is what we will call our home. Here, we are safe from the strife that can be found only in Hell. My brothers of old, the Ganvatar, no longer exist in the light that the once clung to. The Ganvatar could not possibly organize in this world. Not in the wastelands of Anorach, not in the dense jungle of Kurast, not in the far north or the west. It is time that evil take a brake. . .