Chapter 1: The Prophecy

Summery: This chapter will include not quite meeting main characters in the story as I have yet to make their names, however they will be involved in the story as much as I can. Oh and there will be a Prophecy that is important.

Disclaimer: I do not own Diablo or any of its characters, places, skills, or whatever else. I will not be making money from this story as I am just doing it for fun. All credit for the amazing Diablo series goes to Blizzard.

In an old bar that resided in the old town of Grintom, there was a small group of people who had met under the cover of darkness. For a long time they sat in silence, weary of any ears that would be as unwanted and unwelcome as change was to most other people that resided in the world. They had a lot to discuss and none of it was to be shared with others that might try to use the information as a way to gain power with those that would move against this small group.

Finally the silence was broken by a young woman, who looked to be in her early twenties, or late twenties, she had raven black hair that flowed like a black river, seemingly as deep as an abyss. As she looked around with golden eyes that seemed to be able to stare straight through the others that were sitting around the table, she confidently said, "We can speak without anyone hearing us now. I have set up wards to turn their ears away from our conversation if they try to listen in."

"Wards? I did not know that you were able to do things like that. Your ancestors certainly could not." The man who had spoken had a soft voice that hid what all the others knew was a seething hatred that always burned no matter who he was with and where he was. He, like the woman, had hair as black as the night, and was short. His eyes were pools of darkness that promised that if someone made him mad they would soon leave the world of the living behind.

The woman scoffed at that the moment he said it, "Do you actually believe that I would be exactly like my ancestors? I, unlike them, find that some secrets are better kept to myself. So I created new spells, wards, and protection to keep my secrets safe until I choose to pass them along."

The man was about to reply when he was cut off by another at the group. "That's enough. We have not come to meet to discuss new talents or ancient knowledge. We have come here to discuss the future, and what we must do to prepare for the arrival of a new threat, one that might very well rival that of the Prime Evils that our ancestors fought against and forced back to the Burning Hells where they belong and locked them there."

The man who had spoken was tall and broad. Unlike the others he wore pants only, his chest as bare as the day he were born apart from the hair that covered it. His presence demanded that he be listened to and that he was not a man to be reckoned with. His hair was brown and was wild, going down to his shoulders. His eyes were an amber color that radiated power and strength.

"First things first, what do we do about the future? As the decendents of nephalem we have a much longer lifespan than others, and it doesn't help that we have been growing as nephalem. I for one, am going to be looking for an apprentice to make my blood child and therefore the one to inherent my powers and abilities. I hope to find someone that is part of my kin." He gestured to the others, "I'm hoping that you shall look for someone to inherent your secrets as well."

A man, that had been so far silent, spoke up as he looked at everyone. "Just like our friend here, I plan on finding someone to teach the ways of my people, the monks that have lived in Ivgorod and has worshiped the thousand and one gods and goddesses that guide us. We are a dying breed and hopefully the person I choose will be able to make us whole."

The man who had just spoken had light green eyes and was completely bald. He had an aura around him that made him seem like he was glowing, an obvious reaction from spending so much time worshiping the gods that his people cared about so much.

Slowly the others agreed on getting apprentices and passing on their knowledge and power to them. Soon that discussion was over, and the more pressing matter was to come to heart. The matter of an evil that would plague their world, more pressing than even the prime evils ever were.

The man, the one who had summoned them, spoke in a voice that was crawling with contempt of what they were going to face. "On my travels I have visited many places, and learned many things. However all these are secondary to one thing that I found, this one thing forced my hand and made me get in contact with all of you and to summon you here. I found a new Prophecy."

The others looked shocked and stared at him and each other. They all knew of the last prophecy that had marked what was supposed to be the end of days if not for their ancestors who changed the fates themselves and saved their world. To hear that there was a new prophecy was troubling, to say the least.

"What is this new Prophecy that you have heard? What is within it?" The woman asked shocked.

Taking a breath the man recounted the Prophecy that had plagued his mind since he heard it.

"...During the Fall Of Man, Monuments will be Corrupted,

The Dead shall Crawl from their Graves,

While Creatures shall be Released from the Dark Corners of their Universe Unto the World Of Man,

The Ultimate Evil shall Rise, Giving Union to the Denizens of The Burning Hells-

And Sanctuary Shall Burn."

For several minutes everyone was quiet. The words that they had just heard were enough to shake them to the bone. Finally looking at each other they knew that they were going to face an evil more powerful than the Prime Evils if it is enough to unite the Burning Hells, who almost never got along with each other, at least not before betraying each other and tearing into them. The closet that got to that is when Diablo became the Prime Evil.

"We have to stop it." The woman said after the silence got too long.

"Indeed we do. Those damned demons aren't going to win if I can help it." The black haired man said immediately after her.

"Than it has been decided while we look for successors and apprentices we will also be doing our best to find out exactly what is going on?" The leader asked quietly to the group.

Everyone nodded their agreement as they got up from the table and started to head out one by one until they were all gone in the night that surrounded the town.

AUTHORS NOTES: I decided to write this story since I have always loved reading fanfiction and though I have a general idea of what I want to happen, I am also considering making this a Diablo mixed with a few other things, like harry potter and maybe warcraft, fanfiction though if harry potter or other characters are in it they won't be the main character, more of the supporting characters and possible allies of my main character, who will be a OC. If you like this review and please remember that this is my first ever Fanfiction so I don't believe it will be awesome and amazing or anything like that, any reviews will help me and if you have ideas give them so that I can consider them. Next time I am planning on making the chapter a lot longer than this chapter is. Thanks for reading!