Overwatch: Hell's Awakening Chapter 2: Learning Spree, a Diablo + Overwatch Crossover fanfic

Season 1: Beginning of the End | Act 1: Modern Conditioning

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Disclaimer: I do not own Diablo 3 or Overwatch, they belong to Blizzard Entertainment. I do, however, own any and all OCs as well as twisted plot/Canon. I also own the personality I have given this character, as I have changed it slightly to make sure Li-Ming acts in the way I have imagined her to change into throughout Diablo 3.

Timing: Post Diablo 3: Reaper of Souls, prior Overwatch recall.

Notes: I also realize there were some mistakes in the previous chapter. Expect a fix at the end of the chapter for specific scenes. It'll make more sense.

References: There will be a "Deus Ex" reference with TF29, but I'm not too far into the story in order to really understand it yet, so you'll have to forgive me if I fuck a few things up. G.I. Joe reference as well, I hope you catch it! And, lastly but not leastly, there is also a Captain America reference!

PLEASE READ: Please note that I do NOT write the above for the hell of it! If anything, please read the last line of the disclaimer, and all of the timing and notes area. They are important as to where and how the story is in both universes! Yes, they will be explained later in the story, but, please, for now, read the above.

Now, for the love of God, let this Fanfiction begin!

-= *Learning Spree* =-

General Emily Peterson was many things. Valiant. Courageous. One of the few female generals with more balls than her own standing army. Veteran, even at 26 years of age. And, well, unknown to most, ran a black ops group known as Task Force 29, a group of Bionics, humans with bionic limbs from incurable scars - like the loss of an arm, or a leg.

And even fewer people knew what kind of right hook she could deliver, especially because it was bionic.

But, even with Task Force 29 on her ass and watching down at the aftermath below, an even newer, more recent, secret made itself known.

She was confused as fuck about what happened here.

The entire area was either darkened with black mars, a few areas cackled with remnants of electricity, and even a few Talon soldiers were literally frozen, others seemingly completely gone.

Someone had gone on a rampage against these guys, but had the guts to leave them alive for the TF29 to pick up, whether or not that person actually knew they were gonna show up.

General Peterson looked over and motioned for her bionic soldiers to go ahead and head on down. Quickly descending down the cliff with rappels, they made it barely without a sound and little visual from others. They stepped down and quickly entered a cloaked mode, sprinting around as only small distortions of air.

Camouflage suits. They take pictures of what's behind you, and puts it in front of you. Useful for the original intentions of this operation, but now it was cleanup.

At least a few were kept alive as previously mentioned, so they captured a few of the Talon agents, knocked them unconscious, and brought them back to their base.

-= *line break* =-

The General exited the interrogation room, closing the door slowly behind her, looking to the floor with an unreadable face to the team in front of her, nodding absentmindedly.

"General?" one of the 29ers asked.

"They all say the same thing," she stated for them, getting to the point. "They cooperate with us, but they also tell us the damndest things that stopped their operation."

"And their operation?" a second 29er asked.

"Was to recruit people with strange abilities into their group. Most of them were just augmented, bionics or just plain weird telekinetic people, but nothing too much."

"What was the damndest thing?" the first asked again.

She looked him in the eye. "They say a woman they brought in after she fell off a cliff and hit her head inside their base destroyed everything. She wielding lightning, fire, and ice. She spoke of not wanting to be a pawn, and they even said she turned into some weird thing similar to the Reaper of Talon before nearly killing him. He got away, but she got her power back. Seems like not even she knew about that one, but she's bound to try and control it."

A third 29er sighed brashly, "And you're sure they're not on drugs."

The general gave a short, hearty laugh. "You still think they're high?" A nod. "I keep telling you, their tactics are too powerful and tactful to be concocted of narcotics, Steve."

"Just speculating," Steve smiled under the mask.

She smiled back of pure humor, seeing the Task Force masks she created forming into a smile from Steve's creation of his own. She sighed, realizing that all of the black ops gear, adorning their entire bodies, with black body armor and leg pads, and even the Batman-esque utility belts sans the presence of a middle, fashionable emblem on the center. Each had an MP77 (future versions of MP45s), resting on their back, each with their almost 2 century old 1911s on their hips, doused in black, and each weapon rounded off with a suppressor.

She was currently wearing her normal general outfit, the green military uniform filled with 21st century camouflage, a black belt at her waist with a baton and several other items, and a communicator that she fished up and brought to her face after dropping her smile.

"Talon base, destroyed. Unknown target cleaned it up for us, but left us some interrogees for us to wrap up. Currently investigating."

Several more people, a few in different tongues, began speaking over the communicator, indicating that they were mobilizing to return to base. Two guards made their way to the interrogation room behind her as she stepped away, allowing them entry. The Talon agents, seemingly resigning to their fate, were pulled away by the guards without resistance.

"One of the Talon agents was able to snap up a few pictures during the fight with Reaper," she stated, handing Steve the file, but before he could grab it, the folder flipped up. "You have one month to locate her before I give you new orders."

The file flipped down into his awaiting hand as he nodded, walking away with the rest of his team as his general scouted the base.

"What's next, cap?"

He turned his head towards the wingman as they walked forward towards a Hover Hummer, opening the file to reveal a female Asian in the picture, sporting a black corset, red overcoat, and a determined look on her face. Looks like whatever trade she worked in, meant she meant business.

"Well, Riley," Steve said as he walked forward, closing the file and slamming it onto Riley's chest, stopping him and forcing him to grab the file on his chest. "We're going hunting."

He left Riley to go and ready up the hummer as the other members of Task Force 29 huddled around him, his opening the file. It opened to the same page as the woman that Steve had looked at, every male of the group noticing another picture on the next page as it had stuck out just a bit.

Upon turning the page, there were several images of her screaming and grasping her head before she turned into what looked like a dark grey and dull blue version of the Reaper of Talon, though several times larger. The next pages were blurry images of the fight, showing that she was truly capable of fighting this guy.

"If she hates Talon," said another man in the group, "she could be a powerful friend."

"She doesn't like being considered a pawn, though, Bucks," said Riley, looking at the metal armed man. "I think Steve's right," Riley said as he closed the file, garnering everyone to follow his gaze.

Their gaze landed on the Hover Hummer approaching, the insignia of the vehicle sporting the indication H27.

"I think we're going hunting," he smiled.

-= *line break* =-

Li-Ming took in the sight around her. She was in a city known as Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, a town that spoke the tongue she learned was called Portuguese. She was able to interpret what was known as an old library in town and made her way to it.

Inside were several glowing metal boxes she never seemed to understand, and a much cleaner part of the library was filled with flat glass that glowed and showed texts she didn't fully understand. She would learn this later, she knew. She was always a studious student, and she knew when to learn of these things if she didn't know of it now.

Nimbly walking up to the mildly intimidated librarian, Li-Ming spoke in only the tongue she knew.

"Ma'am, do you understand me?"

"Yes, I do, menina," she replied. "How may I help you?"

"Do you have any books in my language?"

"Yes, menina, I do," she replied, the stout lady making her way around the desk. "Follow me," she commanded, and Li-Ming followed accordingly.

Soon, they made it to a single section of the library that was specifically in the language of Khanduras, which helped her immensely. Li-Ming knew she was not on Sanctuary, now was only a time of figuring out where she was, its history, and, if she finds a way, a way to return.

"This section is entirely in English," the librarian informed her. "If you find any books in another language, inform me and I shall put them in the place they belong."

Li-Ming nodded, before adding, "May I please have some privacy, I may be here awhile."

"Yes, menina," the woman replied, leaving her.

Li-Ming then pondered how she was to do this. Already, she noticed that magic wasn't entirely used in this time, in whatever time this world was in, and she let her hand slide across the books of the library as she past, taking in the feeling of each binding and the age of the books, seeing them with her eyes and trying to discern the faded lettering on each, before finding a book that read, History.

Why there was one, she wouldn't know, but seeing as the section she was in was rather large, she decided against the idea that there was only one. She resigned to pulling out the book with her claw-like gauntlet. The Ascended Gauntlets went well with her Firebird's Breast, the armor piece on her torso that flitted down next to her in small portions of cape.

She opened the book to the first page and sat at the small, round table, feet propped up over the edge and showing her shining, gleaming Fire Walkers, before resigning to reading the first few words of the book.

This was going to be a long day in the library.

-= *line break* =-

The library was open for 24 hours a day, apparently. Several librarians had walked, each stating that she would be watching over the library next in what was called a shift. Li-Ming nodded to them and asked each of them for privacy every time they entered and left, a mountain of books stacking around her.

Even one librarian said that she hoped Li-Ming knew where the books were once at so she wouldn't have to clean the whole thing up. Li-Ming assured she had a good memory and would place them back on her own.

After a while, fewer librarians showed up, one even saying that they were told by the previous librarian what was going on so as to not disturb Li-Ming further. The wizard thanked them, and continued reading.

Eventually, she read the entire English area and found that she was in an era more than a millennium further in technology and history, and even with demons and angels rarely mentioned in history other than religion or actual comings, it still seemed Earth - as the world she was on was called - had been through a lot more than the Eternal Conflict or even Sanctuary could ever compare to.

She put a gauntleted hand up to her face in a facepalm, sighing in realization.

There was no way for her to return.

-= *line break* =-

After about a week of living on the street, Li-Ming found herself being watched. She'd no idea who exactly was watching her, but she was pretty sure these ones were hostile. She was taught in the art of vision by the Witch Doctor who was also by her side in the adventures of Sanctuary, flanked by a Monk.

They saved Sanctuary, she remembered that.

But this Omnic Crisis...obviously, with the animosity Omnics were gaining now, there was bound to be a second one. And with Overwatch gone these few decades, she was sure there would be no saving grace this time, unless she made a difference.

She could start with the Bionics, pseudo half-breeds of human and Omnics. Really just people with bionic limbs, as they were called.

But, now they she thinks about it, she realizes as to why Talon was trying to so hard to rid the world of Omnics.

Some of them hated Omnics for personal reasons, and that was more than enough to stir Li-Ming. These Omnics may not literally be her people, but she also fought for Justice, just as Tyrael once was, turned Wisdom.

And this...newfound power of hers...she clenched her fists as she felt the rush of mist cover her arms and disappear just as fast, revealing the gauntlets that showed that she was now her second most recent enemy.

Malthael, the Angel of Death, Reaper of Souls, and former Angel of Wisdom.

She had control over him now, she realized. She held the Black Soulstone in her heart.

But that also meant...that the Prime Evil was also inside of her, she bowed her head and scrunched up her eyes in concentration, not looking at the mist that overtook her arms and rid of the essence of Malthael.

She took a deep breath, as Isendra - her master - taught her.

She opened her eyes slowly to reveal a dark blur and a gust of wind that blew her hair in her face.

She didn't move herself, letting the garments fly around absently as she blinked.

Looking to the right, she saw a man who barely hovered above the ground, skin a dark tone - nothing she hadn't seen often in the streets of Caldeum, and even Westmarch - and watch him sprint away on air.

To her left, several men and woman ran forward with what were called rifles - slang somewhat being "gun" - that ran after the dark skinned man with admirable speed on their feet, blue uniforms with white overcoats. They seemed to be firing on the man with what were called suppressors.

Li-Ming tilted her head and scrunched a brow in confusion, watching them approach her.

They spoke their native language, which she cursed herself for not taking the time to learn.

"Uh..."

"English?"

"Yes," she replied to another soldier.

The one before backed away, the English one speaking up. "Did you see a darkly skinned man...run...near here?" he inquired.

"Yes...I wasn't able to discern which way he went after that due to my curiosity of yourselves," she answered. Before he could reply, she asked, "Why is it that you chase him?"

"His name is Lucio dos Santos," he answered, "rebel against the Vishkar corporation. Have you heard of him?"

Li-Ming believed she may have read about it in some text, and answered, "Yes, yet I am not too familiar with his acts."

"Doesn't matter, he's still a criminal," he replied, "I need you to go into your home. We made an announcement earlier for everyone to go into their home so they don't get caught in the firefight against them."

"I do not have a home," Li-Ming stated, "I was in the library studying not too long ago."

"It's true we don't have comms in that area." She did not know what comms meant, at least, not yet. Perhaps the texts she studied weren't too useful. "We'll bring you to a shelter for the attack."

"Thank you," said Li-Ming, as two soldiers began to flank her, the rest continuing pursuit of the dark skinned. She had no right as to judge immediately of his character with only one side of the story. Perhaps...she will try to see what other homeless people have to say of this... Lucio dos Santos man.

-= *End Chapter 2* =-

I meant for more to be in this chapter, but...meh.

Corrections from Previous Chapter:

(Original): She lifted a leg, and with inhuman strange, kicked it open. Inside, lay her weapons, in the hands of strange machines, white clothed people standing around it like a study.

(Correction): She lifted a leg, and with inhuman strength, kicked it open. Inside, lay her weapons, in the hands of strange machines, white clothed people standing around it like a study.

(Original): Caught of guard, she flew a distance, but time seemed to slow as she flowed, tumbling mid air, before time sped up again and she found herself acrobatically throwing herself back onto her feet, unabated.

(Correction): Caught off guard, she flew a distance, but time seemed to slow as she flowed, tumbling mid air, before time sped up again and she found herself acrobatically throwing herself back onto her feet, unabated.

(Original): For she had piqued her curiosity with her newfound power over the Black Soulstone, and with the feelings he learned from her, he was now in her debt.

(Correction): For she had piqued his curiosity with her newfound power over the Black Soulstone, and with the feelings he learned from her, he was now in her debt.