Diablo - A Forgotten Feeling

The Keep

-Much of the story is based around what I remember from the main story line so if some information is off feel free to mention it, this is mostly just a fun story for my own personal amusement but if you like it then that's a plus! While the story is mainly 1st person barbarian perspective I might throw in a few random other perspectives here and there.-

The sound of the injured and distant explosions were what echoed off the stone walls of the keep. And the silent sobs of the few scared children were what sealed the gloom mood of the whole encampment. Leah is gone. The grief festering with Adrias lies, her betrayal still fresh and toxic in all of us. The High Heavens are in ruins as demons swarm the pure towers and Diablo roams free again. It's been non stop for days with killing the foul demons ever since we entered, the heavens are keeping the onslaught back but even the angels are weakening in the fight and only now have I been able to sit. Not from my own will, my companions have made me sit to recover my strength.

But I do not need it I think as I down the pint of beer I was given with my watery stew and stale bread. My burning fury is what drives me to go on with this slaughter. The dead of thousands; children, women, men, soldiers, and my friends are what fuel my lust for vengeance and victory against Diablo. I am lost in my enraged mind as a hand touches my shoulder and Lyndon, the archer scoundrel, sits beside me. He has not been the same since Leah's departure. He had a fondness for her, more than just his normal infatuation with women and her absence has affected him as much as it has affected the rest of us. Kormac, the Templar, and Erina, the enchantress, are in discussion with Tyreal, the fallen angel, about our next move towards the heavens. Lyndon strains a charming smile as he calls it, to me. I soften a fragment but I still burn inside as he tries to strike a conversation. 

"My friend, do not scowl so! For I can tell that victory is upon us in our fight to defeat Diablo, it's fate to do so!" He says as positively as he can.

"Fate? You speak so positively about the angel even though you only met him briefly and the only time you have thought something was fate was when the gold had been of plentiful bounty on our journey." I say with a bitter smirk as I spoon the stew into my mouth. He gives a solemn laugh at my comment.

"But think about it, all the creatures we faced. The battles we've fought the spawns of hell we have destroyed have all led us to this moment! And yes we've had our share of injuries and hardships but now we're on the doorstep of the high heavens towards Diablo himself! And if it isn't fate to defeat him, even if yours hasn't been written, then I'd like to speak to the angel of Fate himself and give him a piece of my mind!" He says with a wave of his fist as if threatening such a being brings him no fear. His words bring me comfort in a way. Comfort from Lyndon. Such an unusual combination.

"It sounds like Kormac has been rubbing off on you, that sounds like a speech he'd be giving to rally and motivate the Keep with to fight on till the end." I say with a joking tone and smirk as I look at him. He shows a shocked face of horror and turns red as he fumbles over his words in disagreement, "ME?! Like that Templar! That's absurd! Volatile! Hell would freeze over before I was ever anything like him!" He shakes his head in disgust at the thought.

 "Well surely you'd look heroic in Templar armor would you not? Imagine all the ladies swooning at your mighty stature as a hero of the land, that thought must please you." I say in response as I finish off what's left of the beer and soak the bread in the remaining stew.

He gives a sort of pouting face like a child, and his ears are pink, "I'm afraid I look much better in leather than I do in heavy armor, such a tiring thing to wear all day, I'm sure you must agree with that?" I look at him with a blank stare.

While I was covered in complete armor, save for my helmet which I took off, my hair cascading down in tangled red furls I did not think of it as heavy or tiring to wear. I put the soaked bread into my mouth and lick the bowl spotless of stew. "It is not tiring if you are strong" I place my helmet onto Lyndon's head in a joking manner and the weight of it nearly has him fall backwards from his chair, I steady him by his shoulders as he gains some stability, an actual smile of his under the open part of the helmet. He takes it off and puts it on the table as he shakes his head with a chuckle, "While I am strong my friend, I am not as strong as a barbarian like you." I give his response an amused snort, strength doesn't come from your lineage but to him I guess it looks that way. I stand and put my helmet back on, the slit allowing enough view to see him and the tired look he now wears. I sigh and pat his shoulder, "Be even stronger than you are now, friend. We have an evil far worse than the ones we've fought previously to destroy." He nods his head in agreement, "Let's see what the plan is that they've been talking about '' I finish with and walk towards our companions with Lyndon in tow.