Overwatch: Hell's Awakening Chapter 6: Back Home, a Diablo + Overwatch Crossover fanfic

Season 1: Beginning of the End | Act 2: Freedom

Hey, guys! There were some mistakes in the previous chapters that may or may not make sense! I apologize for this!

Disclaimer: I do not own Overwatch or Diablo 3, those belong to Blizzard Entertainment. I do, however, own any and all OCs as well as twisted plot/Canon.

Timing: Post Reaper of Souls expansion, prior Overwatch Recall.

Notes: Now, there will be many inside of the Black Soulstone that will never actually transform over Li-Ming's body, but will affect her, as Ghom is. He is affecting her ability to eat without any real consequence, giving her unquenchable hunger. She won't receive any debuffs from not eating, she just doesn't stop. Cydaea will probably just send her hormones high or something. I'm thinking over whether or not allowing Duriel, the Demon Lord of Pain, to give the capability of either making her feel pain in order to escape, if he has the ability to dull her pain, or possibly make her enemies feel more pain. It's all up in the air right now.

Correction: Now, remember Jacob? The old guy? Yeah, there was a missing word in his tiny backstory given. He was a slave before he was freed by a Shambali. That's what happened. There ya go.

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

-= *Back Home* =-

"What do you plan to do after you liberate Brazil?"

Lucio sighed after the repeated question. There had been a silence spanning for more than fifteen seconds as a testament to his failure to answer earlier. It seems, after all, he had been so far caught in the ambition of freeing Brazil, that he wasn't exactly thinking ahead.

"I see," she sighed. "You have no idea. Freedom sounded way too good, I presume?"

"Yeah," Lucio replied, adding a swift sigh before continuing, "besides, it doesn't matter, does it? I'll just reestablish the government, right?" he tried.

He was wrong.

"No," she replied, "you can't just reestablish a government. If you want to be seen as a hero in a later generation that had no idea what their ancestors felt in a time like this, you must take the steps to be a hero," she explained. He changed his face to question her silently. She sighed, "Paving your way to heroism with blood is not a good idea," she elaborated.

"What makes you think I'm paving the way with blood?" he questioned.

"You plan on killing the leader of the Vishkarian operations in the Brazilian," Li-Ming said.

He scoffed, as if it had been obvious. "Well, yeah, the guy's put a lot of hurt on us."

"Have you ever considered that these soldiers and workers are just doing what they're told?" Li-Ming asked, continuing before he had a chance to speak, "Have you ever thought that not even they might want to do this?"

"Well-"

"And killing someone who is not overall the leader of the Vishkarian corporation will just bring hundreds more just like him," she finished, leaning back for a moment, before snapping her fingers up. Lucio noticed several chefs in the back snap awake and quickly made more food, which confused him, but he was too focused on this girl.

"So, what's your plan?" he asked, believing she had a much better idea.

"You've already started a bloody revolution by filling the streets with your men and their men," she stated the obvious, "but it will be considered bloodless at first glance if you end it without killing the leader or harming he or she whatsoever," she explained.

He leaned forward, ready for a thicker plan as a tray was quickly placed down in front of her. The chef scurried away. He'd have to ask of that later.

She took a bite of the burger, quickly devouring half quickly and swallowing faster than humanly possible, Lucio noticed. She sighed, before continuing, "I will give you my plan, but the end of said plan will be unknown to you until after it begins."

Lucio tilted his head as she took more bites of the burgers in front of her, ignoring the abnormality of her capability of eating and instead saying, "I kinda don't like the idea of not knowing what I'm doing."

She finished a bite, and after a small bit of a silent sigh, she elaborated, "Not like you knew how you were going to complete this rebellion in the first place, Lucio dos Santos," she spat with as little venom as possible, continuing with, "I may as well give you your own treatment. Something you're used to," she jested.

It garnered the right reaction, albeit it was only a small chuckle. He turned to the side to try and hide it as he did it, but he knew he got beat on that one. Turning back, he relented, "Fine, I'll follow your plan." He gestured for her to begin.

"So, here's the deal," she began, after finishing her sixth burger ("WHAT THE HELL?!" -Lucio's mind), "It's rather simple, really. In three days time, I will have captured your entire city. Your simple task is to make sure your soldiers thickly move forward in a single line to hold each point. No man will be between your line and your base unless they are switching shifts, remember that," she explained, biting into the seventh burger. "At night, the night owls of your army will replace the day workers, holding the line. Preferably, I'd like your third division to work at night, as you said they were the strongest." A nod.

She continued, "When we reach the end of the city, you will surround the main Vishkarian building, but you will leave me to go inside alone." Before he could question her intentions, "I will not tell you what I have done until it is done. And that is not the endgame you will not know until a few days after that."

"So, a week, then?" he wondered. She nodded, beginning her thirteenth burger. He shook his head quickly, rubbing his right eye with his hand, "That's it?"

"Yes. Now, I should leave before I eat out your entire larder," she said politely, standing and walking away from an empty tray, towards the door.

It took a moment to register that comment. "Wait," he said, turning to her as she left and standing, she ignoring him. "What do you mean, larder?!"

-= *line break* =-

Satya Vaswani, moniker Symmetra, was called to the CEO building of the Vishkar corporation. She always believed she was making a better world with the hard-light technology she weaved not with the mechanical motions taught to her, but the dance of her people, to the heartbeat of a better world.

Yes, of course, she had a conscience, and often wondered if Vishkar was a correct choice.

Not that she even had a choice. Forced into labor, she learned hard-light differently, and the corporation saw potential - or rather, use - in her abilities, and plucked her from the rest of the flock.

She walked the halls of the clean white hallways, mixed with the strange color of black and light blues at particular points as either eye candy, or simple structured pillars.

She saw order in chaos, and meant to uplift order out of chaos. Man's greatest enemy was disorder, after all.

Eventually, she made her way to the waiting room, awaiting - as the room's intention was - to being called by the leader of the company himself. This had been done often when she was sent on solo missions, or backed by Sanjay Korpal (who she often questioned of his actual motivations, though he always batted these off with a twist of psychological craftsmanship) to...bring order.

She sat down in the smooth seat that wound up in an arc of metallic hard light architecture into the wall, which she leaned against in mild exhaustion. The woman at the desk paid her no heed, instead typing with the light pings of the glass keyboard.

Of course, returning to her original thoughts, she didn't find bringing order in the manner they were doing it in her very best interests, but!, she did it anyway, believing, maybe, just maybe, she could change the company from the inside.

Of course, her influence on the company wasn't as...official as she had originally believed. She just decided to rely on the company for now and leave whenever possible. But the leaving option would never be found with a clean outcome. She'd have to find...a better way.

The door slid open with a pneumatic hiss, indicating that she had been called in. How that secretary did it without a single sound was beyond her, but pushed that thought aside for now as she approached the room.

The room was large, she gave them that, but while impressed with the uneccessary size and space of the room, it diminished every time she stepped into there.

The room was mostly empty, other than the full desk, lamp and carpet beneath. Few bookshelves lined the walls, and a large window on the other side of the room allowed little moonlight to flow into the room, giving the room an eerie white light, even as the lamp gave off its own yellow light (which, in itself, added to the creepiness of the shadows emanating from the cover).

She stood cleanly, dressed in her usual combat outfit, in a revealing blue dress that showed much dark skin on her legs, and the simple skintightsocks that reached up to her knees. Her feet were made completely of metal, as she had lost them as a small child when Vishkar took over, turning her into a partial bionic.

She sighed as she stood in the middle of the room, doors closing behind her with another nearly silent hiss.

"Satya," the man's deep voice bellowed in the room. She's never seen his face, even with the brightness of the room, his face was still covered in an almost ethereal shadow. "There is a new player in the streets of Rio, so we're sending you back there."

"Name?" she requested. He nodded.

"She calls herself M, be wary, for she destroyed a newer paladin before by herself. Possibly with her bare hands. The pilot went crazy, depicting the most ludicrous of things."

"Such as?" Satya raised a brow. She knew her questions went against code and regulation, but with her position, she could almost play with words. Just no real change in the actual structure of the chain of command here.

He sighed, "A giant skeleton took her place and beat him with a mace."

"..." Satya had no reply.

"Exactly," the CEO said, "I'm sending you to my little brother in Rio. Call him Snow, you understand?"

"Yes," she replied. "I have always wondered, though," she asked as she strode out of the room, stopping with a head over her shoulder. "What do you even need Brazil for?"

"You will see, Symmetra," he ended, her taking it as a chance to leave.

However, as the door closed, she heard but one last thing from him,

"Soon."

-= *line break* =-

Miguel sighed as he returned to the base alone, new orders from Lucio somewhat strange, but it was probably M's fault, he assumed.

Removing his helmet, he sighed again, walking into the metallic corridor that was the main rebel base, air conditioning cooling the perspiration upon his forehead immediately, causing him to wipe it off for comfort.

It was deep in the night, as the sun had long ago left horizon to reach Asia, causing them to use up power for the lights adorning the inside of the base. He heard his boots clanking against the floor as he tiredly made it back to his room.

Katia, the first lieutenant, entered the hallway as well, making it to Miguel's side rather quickly. "Hello!" she beamed with a tired smile.

He returned an equally fatigued smile, "Hello, Katia," he replied.

"Tell me about her," Katia said simply. He sighed.

"Who?"

"The woman you brought with us," she replied. "Is she hot, what?"

He sighed again quickly and abrasively, blushing, realizing that it was going to be this kind of conversation. "Katia, no."

"Are you saying she's ugly?" she questioned innocently, but he caught her smile.

"Stop, Katia," he said tiredly, "I've had a bad day. And, according to Lucio, she's older than me! Tha'd be weird!"

She groaned, "Age doesn't matter!"

"Say that to the 30 year old who dated the 12 year old!"

"Stop using that one!" she complained, having finally lost the small banter, before he smiled and chuckled and entered his room, leaving her to enter hers.

He sighed one last time as he entered the room, shutting the door, before he heard the movement of one of his items being placed back down on a desk.

He swung around, pistol in hand, only to lower it as he saw M. "M?" he questioned. "What the hell are you doing in my room?!"

"Lucio sent me here," she replied. "There are no other quarters for me to sleep in." Her voice was calm, albeit standing in a rather full room.

"I'm sorry," Miguel said, bending over to pick up several items off the floor - consisting of clothing, plastic items, and other stuff - and walking to a wastebasket quickly, dropping in clothes before taking the other objects to other stands and desks.

"For what, exactly?" she wondered. She didn't break his privacy, did she (she did)?

"I wasn't expecting a roommate," he said quickly, bending over to pick up even more items. "But why would Lucio send you to a male's room?"

"I'm not exactly sure," she said.

He sighed for, like, the fiftieth time that day, before sitting on his bed. "I'm taking the floor tonight, you sleep on my bed."

"But-"

"No buts!" shouted Miguel, just beneath angry tone. "It's called chivalry, I'm sure you've heard that before!" his voice dripped with sarcasm.

Yet, she didn't know what that meant, but lied, "Yes."

"Good, he exhaled, "I'm taking a shower," he said as he slid off his shirt, revealing his torso. "You?"

"Uhh..." she wondered, staring at me.

"Standing under a stream of water," he replied with a whiff of humor, making fun of her rather British accent.

"Hey!" she yelled, but with a smile, he noticed. Well, she did snag a definition, whatever shower meant in detail. Hey, now all she needed to do was search up the meaning of chivalry!

But, she relented as the door was shut, the running of water was heard. She was still quite ignorant in the details of plumbing, and she still found it a great wonder of how much water a human can waste in a day compared to the rations people used to take back on Sanctuary. But, that was something to ponder for a latter date.

Now, she is to wonder about this strange ball with white and black pentagons adorning it, only a black one every so often, white being predominant.

She picked it up, and wondered greatly what it was and what it was for.

-=- *line break* =-

"D," said Lucio into the terminal, which blinked in affirmation.

"What is it, S?" she questioned back, voice small and high, as was her still developing self. She was still quite young, despite her many accomplishments.

"You've heard of M, I'm assuming?" he said.

She nodded through the holoboard. "Yeah," she replied. "I still don't know what I think of her..."

"Hey, she's alright," Lucio defended. "She's really powerful."

D sighed loudly, garnering more attention from Lucio. "Look, S, I want you to do me a favor and keep your eyes on M," she said.

"Why?" he wondered. "I have her in Alcantara's room, just in case something happens."

D rolled her eyes. "No, I mean, not to keep her in check," she tried to elaborate, which failed and she sighed again. "I meant to keep her safe."

"I think she can defend herself, D," Lucio replied with a slight of humor. This was batted down immediately.

D placed a hand on her head before leaning into it, irritated. "No, S, I mean from other countries that want to get their hands on her," she elaborated. "If some country gets their hands on her, they could win any war if she's as powerful as she says she is."

"Oh, that," Lucio said. "What countries should I be worried about in particular?"

"I don't know," D replied, "Japan, maybe. They'd probably lure her in for a chance to make her even more powerful by giving her a false sense of justice and equipping her with bionics," she speculated. "They are really trying to promote pro-Omnic ideas just to stop any chance of the Second Omnic Crisis," she said.

"Who else?" wondered Lucio.

"Russia, too," she explained. "They might compete with Japan for her, a war to either turn her into an Omnic-loving machine or an Omnic-killing machine," she said. "You know where those sides lead to."

"Dammit," Lucio rubbed his face. This was getting complicated.

"My country, too," she said. "Korea might not be too inclined in either pro or anti Omnic groups, but we kind of want to be a more powerful superpower, perhaps even supersede them. We'd probably try to duplicate her power."

"What makes you think she's special?"

"S," D replied as if it was obvious. "My people would love to get their hands on someone more powerful than any known telekinetic," she said. Lucio tried to scoff, but she backed it up. "I ran some numbers, and apparently, she's the strongest the planet's ever seen. You have to make sure her profile is small, or people will be after her. I don't know," she said quickly, "just keep her in Brazil. America's already tailing her."

"America?!" Lucio yelled, before bringing his voice low. "How?"

"Two men," she said, "they're in an anti-Talon group known as Task Force 29," she said. "I hacked their military network."

"You could get assassinated by the American government!" Lucio exclaimed quietly.

"They're not about to declare war," D smiled, before it faded. "Look, they're just trying to figure out who's good and who's bad in Brazil. Vishkar's severing the connection of all reporter systems makes it difficult to get information out."

Lucio sighed, "I really need to start getting information to the world, but how?"

"I can send someone down," D tried. "Reporter with a strong sense of adventure?" she tried.

"We could get them killed, D," Lucio refused.

"I have the perfect person," she smiled smugly.

Lucio sighed again. When she got like this, there was no winning any argument. "When can they be here?" he inquired.

"Tomorrow," she said. "That's when that girl starts that plan of her's, right?" D asked. "Good intro for French News."

"The person you're sending is French?" D nodded. "Through French Guiana, then?" Another nod.

"And this plan of M's," D said, bringing her smile down.

"I don't like it, either, D," Lucio agreed.

"Don't need MEKAs now that there's a chance to win this in half the time it would take for me to send them?"

Lucio sighed before rubbing his face, leaning forward from the couch he had been sitting in, towards the face of D. Va, the famous MEKA pilot he had made friends with over the internet. Both were quite popular, though she far more than he. "I don't know," he replied. "I really don't. If M's plan works, though..." he speculated.

"I don't trust her plan," D reiterated.

"I know," Lucio said, shutting her up a bit. "I think it's better, though, that we finish this faster, so we can get started on some big plans for Brazil, and kicking India directly into the ass."

"Yeah," she agreed.

"The only thing I don't like, and I'm fine with, by the way," he said, "is the fact that, since I don't know the endgame, I don't know exactly what I'm doing."

"Not like you knew how you were going to end your rebellion in the first place, Lucio," D. Va chuckled.

"Funny," Lucio said, a bit irritated. "M said something eerily similar. You women scare me."

"That's our job!" she giggled as he rolled his eyes. "Annyeong!" she gave a farewell.

"Tchau," he gave her a farewell as well.

It seems, it would be fairly interesting after all.

-= *End of Chapter 6* =-

Well, that's that, I guess. I hope you like the whole new ideas I put in here. They're not the greatest, I know.