The Forsaken

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    Times were hard within the High Heavens. Especially when war was on the horizon. There was a prophesy that spread throughout the civilization speaking of the fall of the Heavens. Few believed this to be true. The Angiris council however, didn't realize how soon it would come to pass, until it was already upon them.

    Tyrael was know for being the peace maker among the humans. He had gained much knowledge from spending time with them up close and building closer relations among the towns people. Him being an angel made it difficult to gain their trust, but they managed to look past it after his help in rebuilding their city and giving several strong examples after protecting them from demonic attacks. Few humans wielded magic strong enough to ward off larger groups of demonic entities. Tyrael however, did so in one foul wave of his trusted sword, many of which would kill to have. The angel wondered from city to city in search for more knowledge and allies for future purposes. Although Imperius disagreed with his actions, he paid them no mind and continued on with his personal quest.

    Along the heart of Tristram, there was a small Inn that the angel had grown rather fond of. He always heard the most outlandish tales and enjoyed hearing the roaring laughter of the people. They seemed to have far more pleasant character than most of the angels wishing the high heavens. Angels like Imperius were always so serious and head strong about everything that came into contact with them. It was as though there was no relief from the stagnant air. Here, Tyrael was able to breathe and relax for a bit. He felt more alive here and at peace. Although there was not an ordered balance like the High Heavens, the Archangel of Justice enjoyed it far more.

    The Archangel took up a seat along the bar, sticky from spilt beer. He had on a large rustic looking hooded robe, large enough to cover his wings and most of his armor. His large frame stood out, but he couldn't have the entire village knowing there was an archangel there. It would only put them in more danger. The Inn keeper greeted him with a friendly smile, familiar with the regular guest. "Ah, hello old friend. It's been a while. You've been gone nearly a month! Boy do we have news for you." He replied in his typical strong foreign accent. "There have been sightings of a creature north of here. Passing travelers say it looks like your kind, but smaller. They have yet to mention any details. None have been able to get close enough to give me better description." He pressed on. "They say it resides within the Sharval Wilds, along the gulf of Westmarch. Villagers have stated it flies through the trees with glowing tendrils for wings. Do you know why one of your own would be wondering around that forest alone? It's rather dangerous along those parts. Too close to demon territory."

    Tyrael furrowed his brows underneath his hood and hummed to himself in deep, curious thought. He didn't recall there being a search team within this part of sanctuary. He highly doubted any of them got lost. Surely it had been a mistake and someone had mistook another creature for an angelic figure. The angels knew better than to openly present themselves to onlooking humans. Tyrael was there to make allies, very few others had the same intentions. "Unfortunately, that cannot be one of our kind. I suggest everyone stay clear of that area until it had been looked into by perhaps a demon hunter."

    The Inn keeper looked to Tyrael and handed him a large mug with a deep amber colored ale inside. "Well, say it is one of your own. Wouldn't you say you'd be more suited to make an approach than a demon hunter?"

Tyrael sighed in response, knowing this was probably true but very out of the way. He had other business to tend to, but this was also a prime opportunity to gain a better reputation within the human realm. "They haven't attacked any human that I'm aware of, but there have been awful screams deep within the forest at night. It concerns the surrounding villages and they fear at attack in on the rise."

    The archangel stared down at the mug before taking it into his armor clad hand, tilting it back. He let out a deep sigh and cleared his throat before sliding the empty mug back. "Very well. I'll-"

    Moments before he went to accept the quest, an older man buried through the swinging Inn doors. "I saw it! I saw it!" He blurted out, panting heavily as he stumbled to the bar stool. "There I was, collecting water along the gulf and there it was! Floating along the water like it was walking on air. Large beautiful wings like nothing I have ever seen! I have been blessed!" He said, still trying to catch his breath in between. "It didn't notice me until I called out to it, and then it took off! It was gone in an instant. I blinked and it vanished!"

    One of the younger men at a round table with two others chuckled to himself and grumbled. "Sure you're not just seeing things old man? I mean, you are dipping your toes in the grave." His buddied laughed and clanked their drinks together before throwing them back.

    "I know what I saw!" The older man declared.

    Tyrael stood from the bar and looked down to the old brittle traveler. "Where?" He asked, adjusting his cloak before shifting his tone to a more serious one. "Show me."

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Authors Note: I'm a new writer so bare with me. I'm doing this for fun. I wanted to get out my little story ideas and Diablo is a huge game I've been obsessed with for some time now. I enjoy the lore and I want to put y own little spin on this. I'll also be doing some fan art of my own to help get a better image of the OC's within this story. Both angels and demons alike will be in this story and I love both sides for different reasons. All angels will be involved so don't worry.

I also do not claim any of the original Diablo characters of my own. They obviously belong to blizzard so don't take down my story -_-