Diablo 2: Fallen
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+A through F › Diablo 2
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
4,977
Reviews:
2
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Currently Reading:
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Epilogue
D2: Fallen: Epilogue
By Lady Jasmine
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Legal note: Diablo 2 does not belong to me. This is meant as a parody. It contains adult situations, so please do not read this if you’re a minor in your country. Thanks so much. If anything is indented within this chapter, it means it's a reflection of the past, alrighty? And thoughts are in italics!!
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Within the span of two months from that fateful day, Valerius' mind drifted back to Diemma on an average of three times a day, yet more if there was no battle to face during that time.
Oh, yes, for a year Valerius raged at everything that existed, he spent his time within the city, watching the plague leave and no one take note of Lanai's absence or the reason for the change to the good within the city. Lutheric had chalked it up to good luck all the while Valerius was biting his tongue in an amazing effort to not back-hand slap the older paladin.
A week after Diemma vanished with Tyreal, Valerius found himself in a new mission. A company of a sorceress and a paladin came to town having heard tales of mysterious and demonic plagues. That company was sorely disappointed that they had traveled so far for nothing. They had been hoping to find Andariel stationed in town and being the reason behind the rampant plauges. Instead, what they walked away with was a new partner in tow: Valerius.
Valerius had quit the Hand of Zakarum. He knew if They had found out about Diemma, they would've struck her down regardless of her possibly being innocent and her only sin is existing as a being of power for others to use at their desire. There was no law stating what to do about the souls lost in the grey between good and evil.
"Valerius, you've been quiet," Erix spoke up as he held peasant bread out to him, wrapped loosely in a flimsy cotton scrap.
He accepted the food as they walked in tow behind a caravan. From the front of the caravan and perched in the driver's seat, Nevia's ears perked, hoping to hear a juicy conversation that gave her insight into the quiet paladin's life.
Valerius had been travelling well over a month with them and his services had been proven a godsend. Emotional in battle, he'd cry out to protect his new friends, he'd charge fearlessly to save anyone and also, as Erix and Nevia had discussed before, he had the curious habit of making certain something was evil before slaying it. If anything was questionable, he'd wait and often let it go, hoping that the act of mercy would change it.
A soft warm feeing settled over Nevia as she smiled gently, turning to her side to greet the new person, ignoring Valerius' and Erix' exchange
"Thanks," Valerius said gruffly, taking the bread with a sigh. "How much longer till we see Tyreal?" His sword hand itched just saying the name.
Erix shrugged, "He said he'd come to us, just to keep heading towards where it is rumoured that Andariel's nest is."
Valerius tensed. He knew that going along with them to find Andariel was a ruse. He wasn't after Andariel... he was after Tyreal. Nevia had told him they had met Tyreal twice before. Valerius figured if they ha met Tyreal, there was a possibility they'd meet again given how the archangel had directed them what to do and where to go. It was Tyreal he wanted now. He could not rest until he found him.
"You're not Tyreal," they heard Nevia say, astonished. "Where is he?"
"He is currently occupied elsewhere," a familiar feminine voice answered, devoid of emotion.
Valerius' breath caught in his chest as he broke into a sprint, racing to catch up to the front of the caravan. He didn't want to hope, he had been hoping for the past four months but each time he thought he had seen her or heard her, it had been his imagination.
"I am his acting messenger," the woman garbed in white said softly. "My name is--"
"--Diemma..." Valerius finished for her. He stopped in his tracks out of fear that she would vanish just as quickly as she appeared. And she did... because the caravan was still moving forward while Valerius wasn't.
Valerius broke into a mad dash for the front of the caravan and jumped in, the force of his weight knocking Nevia over into the back of the caravan. "Ooof!"
The paladin apologized briskly to the sorceress as he saw Erix in the corner of his eye hop into the caravan and tend to the sorceress as she muttered an oath which led to much cursing in Valerius' name.
"Diemma..." Valerius said softly, examining her. Every detail of her face was the same. Under the white hood of the cloak, she still had the beautiful hair that he longed to run his fingers through, the skin that beckoned him to touch and the small quirk in the corner of her lips that made people believe she was possibly smirking. But most of all... she was glowing.
She raised an eyebrow at him, the glow from her being bright to his eyes that he had to squint. She cast her eyes on him, no recognition registering on her face. "You must be Valerius. Tyreal mentioned that Erix and Nevia had a new comrade. Do you fare well?"
He nodded mutely.
"Tyreal sends his regards to you all and apologizes for being unable to be here. He is currently occupied with a revolt in the Zann Esu region involving some possessed druids destroying the country of the sorceresses."
Nevia let out a horrified gasp. "What??!"
Diemma's eyes remained curiously fixed on Valerius as she pulled the white cloak off her head. She closed her eyes and the white glow fades much to Valerius' amazement. She now looked very normal, no longer an ethereal being. "Tyreal has ordered me to stay with the new one and help you."
"For how long," Erix asked skeptically from the back of the caravan, Nevia leaning heavily on his shoulder. "We could use a lot of help."
Diemma shrugged off her white cloak from around her body to reveal a white dress peeking from beneath her battle garb...The sight of the white dress made Valerius reminisce instantly. "I am ordered to stay for an entire human life." She said simply, frowning.
"Human??!" Nevia repeated, shocked.
"I am a healer. So please do not fret or worry about me, I can handle my own too."
"Why are you human now?" Nevia asked, quizzically. "What did you do.
Diemma frowned, nodding. "I don't remember, but, Tyreal says in a previous life, I didn't follow my fate... so now I'm sealed to this horrible fate in penance." She sighed dramatically. "He says I have to get it right this time or else the next life will have me doing all these tasks again."
A hope quietly sparked inside Valerius, the warm feeling spreading all over his body, threatening to consume his entire soul once more. "Yes..." he replied calmly in an even tone despite the jubilation his soul was cheering out of, "It sounds quite horrible..."
She looked at him, appearing quite bored with his existance. "I do not know your name."
"Valerius... Valerius Mendalc."
"I know that name... You're that Paragon of the Hand of Zakarum, are you not?"
The sound of her voice was so soothing.
"I heard you fornicated with a demon," she said in a low voice. "Tyreal told me as much. That's hardly the actions of a Paragon..."
"She wasn't a demon.... she was a fallen angel," he replied simply, barely able to contain his laughter. He rushed forward, gathering Diemma in his arms, holding her in a tight embrace.
Startled, Diemma raised her hand to shove him back, but instead, that hand rested on his back. Something was pulling her hand to do so and though she consciously wasn't aware of it, her soul recognized what that pull was:
Fate.
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I hope you all enjoyed Fallen, I will be writing a new one soon hopefully. Thank you to the two people who rated this story and the zero people that left reviews out of the 800+ that have read it.
By Lady Jasmine
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Legal note: Diablo 2 does not belong to me. This is meant as a parody. It contains adult situations, so please do not read this if you’re a minor in your country. Thanks so much. If anything is indented within this chapter, it means it's a reflection of the past, alrighty? And thoughts are in italics!!
____________________________________________________________________________
Within the span of two months from that fateful day, Valerius' mind drifted back to Diemma on an average of three times a day, yet more if there was no battle to face during that time.
Oh, yes, for a year Valerius raged at everything that existed, he spent his time within the city, watching the plague leave and no one take note of Lanai's absence or the reason for the change to the good within the city. Lutheric had chalked it up to good luck all the while Valerius was biting his tongue in an amazing effort to not back-hand slap the older paladin.
A week after Diemma vanished with Tyreal, Valerius found himself in a new mission. A company of a sorceress and a paladin came to town having heard tales of mysterious and demonic plagues. That company was sorely disappointed that they had traveled so far for nothing. They had been hoping to find Andariel stationed in town and being the reason behind the rampant plauges. Instead, what they walked away with was a new partner in tow: Valerius.
Valerius had quit the Hand of Zakarum. He knew if They had found out about Diemma, they would've struck her down regardless of her possibly being innocent and her only sin is existing as a being of power for others to use at their desire. There was no law stating what to do about the souls lost in the grey between good and evil.
"Valerius, you've been quiet," Erix spoke up as he held peasant bread out to him, wrapped loosely in a flimsy cotton scrap.
He accepted the food as they walked in tow behind a caravan. From the front of the caravan and perched in the driver's seat, Nevia's ears perked, hoping to hear a juicy conversation that gave her insight into the quiet paladin's life.
Valerius had been travelling well over a month with them and his services had been proven a godsend. Emotional in battle, he'd cry out to protect his new friends, he'd charge fearlessly to save anyone and also, as Erix and Nevia had discussed before, he had the curious habit of making certain something was evil before slaying it. If anything was questionable, he'd wait and often let it go, hoping that the act of mercy would change it.
A soft warm feeing settled over Nevia as she smiled gently, turning to her side to greet the new person, ignoring Valerius' and Erix' exchange
"Thanks," Valerius said gruffly, taking the bread with a sigh. "How much longer till we see Tyreal?" His sword hand itched just saying the name.
Erix shrugged, "He said he'd come to us, just to keep heading towards where it is rumoured that Andariel's nest is."
Valerius tensed. He knew that going along with them to find Andariel was a ruse. He wasn't after Andariel... he was after Tyreal. Nevia had told him they had met Tyreal twice before. Valerius figured if they ha met Tyreal, there was a possibility they'd meet again given how the archangel had directed them what to do and where to go. It was Tyreal he wanted now. He could not rest until he found him.
"You're not Tyreal," they heard Nevia say, astonished. "Where is he?"
"He is currently occupied elsewhere," a familiar feminine voice answered, devoid of emotion.
Valerius' breath caught in his chest as he broke into a sprint, racing to catch up to the front of the caravan. He didn't want to hope, he had been hoping for the past four months but each time he thought he had seen her or heard her, it had been his imagination.
"I am his acting messenger," the woman garbed in white said softly. "My name is--"
"--Diemma..." Valerius finished for her. He stopped in his tracks out of fear that she would vanish just as quickly as she appeared. And she did... because the caravan was still moving forward while Valerius wasn't.
Valerius broke into a mad dash for the front of the caravan and jumped in, the force of his weight knocking Nevia over into the back of the caravan. "Ooof!"
The paladin apologized briskly to the sorceress as he saw Erix in the corner of his eye hop into the caravan and tend to the sorceress as she muttered an oath which led to much cursing in Valerius' name.
"Diemma..." Valerius said softly, examining her. Every detail of her face was the same. Under the white hood of the cloak, she still had the beautiful hair that he longed to run his fingers through, the skin that beckoned him to touch and the small quirk in the corner of her lips that made people believe she was possibly smirking. But most of all... she was glowing.
She raised an eyebrow at him, the glow from her being bright to his eyes that he had to squint. She cast her eyes on him, no recognition registering on her face. "You must be Valerius. Tyreal mentioned that Erix and Nevia had a new comrade. Do you fare well?"
He nodded mutely.
"Tyreal sends his regards to you all and apologizes for being unable to be here. He is currently occupied with a revolt in the Zann Esu region involving some possessed druids destroying the country of the sorceresses."
Nevia let out a horrified gasp. "What??!"
Diemma's eyes remained curiously fixed on Valerius as she pulled the white cloak off her head. She closed her eyes and the white glow fades much to Valerius' amazement. She now looked very normal, no longer an ethereal being. "Tyreal has ordered me to stay with the new one and help you."
"For how long," Erix asked skeptically from the back of the caravan, Nevia leaning heavily on his shoulder. "We could use a lot of help."
Diemma shrugged off her white cloak from around her body to reveal a white dress peeking from beneath her battle garb...The sight of the white dress made Valerius reminisce instantly. "I am ordered to stay for an entire human life." She said simply, frowning.
"Human??!" Nevia repeated, shocked.
"I am a healer. So please do not fret or worry about me, I can handle my own too."
"Why are you human now?" Nevia asked, quizzically. "What did you do.
Diemma frowned, nodding. "I don't remember, but, Tyreal says in a previous life, I didn't follow my fate... so now I'm sealed to this horrible fate in penance." She sighed dramatically. "He says I have to get it right this time or else the next life will have me doing all these tasks again."
A hope quietly sparked inside Valerius, the warm feeling spreading all over his body, threatening to consume his entire soul once more. "Yes..." he replied calmly in an even tone despite the jubilation his soul was cheering out of, "It sounds quite horrible..."
She looked at him, appearing quite bored with his existance. "I do not know your name."
"Valerius... Valerius Mendalc."
"I know that name... You're that Paragon of the Hand of Zakarum, are you not?"
The sound of her voice was so soothing.
"I heard you fornicated with a demon," she said in a low voice. "Tyreal told me as much. That's hardly the actions of a Paragon..."
"She wasn't a demon.... she was a fallen angel," he replied simply, barely able to contain his laughter. He rushed forward, gathering Diemma in his arms, holding her in a tight embrace.
Startled, Diemma raised her hand to shove him back, but instead, that hand rested on his back. Something was pulling her hand to do so and though she consciously wasn't aware of it, her soul recognized what that pull was:
Fate.
----------
I hope you all enjoyed Fallen, I will be writing a new one soon hopefully. Thank you to the two people who rated this story and the zero people that left reviews out of the 800+ that have read it.