Homeless forever. IDEK

[lord_of_terror]

[There is now a large crimson demon stalking around, growling under its breath. When it speaks, it's mouth doesn't move and only a hissing whisper can be heard over what sounds like a hundred screams.]

You think to control me? The Angels tried and failed. The Horradrim tried and failed. None in the Burning Hells, Sanctuary, or High Heavens can contain me.

It is but a matter of time before you fall as well.

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[cagedsanctuary]

They will try.
It isn't as if you can do anything against them even if they release you.

[lord_of_terror]

[Have an arched eyebrow. A mortal that wasn't automatically on the offense without active corruption attempts on his part? Interesting.]

I am nothing if not patient. Before long he'll bend to my will.

Tell me though, do you know what I am?

[cagedsanctuary]

[Why would she be offended? Demons corrupt. At least that they are honest about that.]

Mm.
My mundane knows your "canon source."

[lord_of_terror]

[Diablo chuckles his mirthless rattling chuckle.]

And yet you, a mortal, approaches me with no hesitation and indeed with possible sympathy to my cause?

[He takes a few strides toward her before grinning down his truncated snout at her.]

And just who are you to stand in the presence of the Lord of Terror?

[cagedsanctuary]

I made a simple statement. You can think whatever pleases you.

[Whether she's a sympathetic "mortal" or not is just his point of view.

Alexiel doesn't care what other people believe. Angels, demons, humans, evils, spirits, they would all make fantastic stories.]

Alexiel.

[Bluntly detached.]

[notjustinthemirror]

[Hey giant scary super powerful demon, meet .. a .. not so powerful demon. Who can .. okay the ability to summon mannequins and alcohol and posses televisions seems pretty lame in comparison to DIABLO, but not everyone can rule Hell okay?]

You could try picking up your mundane's brain and shaking it. Sometimes that helps. It's like turning it off and then on again.

[lord_of_terror]

[Hey, no need to be self-conscious. So long as you're not in league with any of the Lesser Evils.]

My mere presence is enough to corrupt his mind. I need simply to wait, and he will give himself over to me willingly to stop the nightmares.

[notjustinthemirror]

[He's more like a free-agent.]

Nightmares? Oh now I'm interested. Tell me more.

[lord_of_terror]

[Free-agents are better than allies of the stupid Lesser Evils. Diablo still chuckles about how they thought they actually won Hell's Civil War.]

I am Diablo. I am one of the three Prime Evils and the Lord of Terror. I leave horror and despair in my wake as mortals leave footprints.

[athermercy]

I don't know. You could be underestimating your mun.

[Big and scary, all right. Sort of Endless-ly vibe rather than demonic. Not one of Her Creation. Even if there are some that resemble him in the purposes.]

You might be less dramatic over it. They aren't thinking in sending you to a place, right? So it's some degree of freedom.

[lord_of_terror]

[Hm. Definitely giving off an Angelic vibe, but those wings are all wrong. More feathery and less energy-tendrils... Still, he snarls at her.]

No mortal can contain my power without giving themselves over to me. Even the most pious of warriors with the most Righteous of causes have turned themselves into my pawns and spread terror in my name.

[athermercy]

[Well, she can do energy tendrils too. She's a Maker. She can take any form she pleases.

Wings are just prettier.]

I don't think that works with them. Are you okay? This must be hard for you.

[lord_of_terror]

[Diablo can do that too. Well... to an extent. He can take on the appearance of a person's deepest fears, or make them manifest in his demon minions. Still, in his mind, humans with wings are angels. And he hates angels.]

DO NOT PATRONIZE THE LORD OF TERROR! [He glares, having practically roared, crimson lightning dancing across his teeth.]

I am one of the Prime Evils. I exist so long as mortals fear. Fear consumes all things, and gives me power. I do not need nor do I desire aid from one as duplicitous as you.

[kingunmaker]

[Morpheus knows well the power of the High Lords and Ladies of Hell. He conspired, and succeeded, in killing one after all.

But not in this disguise, not as handsome Count Duphaston. In his true form he could at the very least put up a fight to a lord, which is exactly why he doesn't use it here. Because displaying his own power would be to play the High Lords game, and it is one he couldn't hope to play as well. Instead...]

Such confidence... yet with such a history, I suppose it is more than warranted.

[He will hide inside this disguise, so well-weaved that not even someone like Diablo would be able to tell what he really is. He will hide, wait, and play his game.]

[lord_of_terror]

[He wouldn't be surprised if he had claimed that with Andariel or Duriel. However, he doubts that Mephisto would let such a plot go undetected and unpunished if directed toward him and his brothers. ...Then again, Mephisto was a shifty bastard... At least Baal was predictable.]

[Diablo, for his part, can sense that something isn't what it seems, but he can't see through the disguise. Belial was the deception expert after all.]

Of course it is warranted. I know not what you are, but I can tell you that I am no mere demon.

[kingunmaker]

[Well, technically it was his OWN world's High Lady which he had killed, but since it took breaking time apart to assemble an army of stolen demons, and a whole strike-force of heroes who each were the highly trained protagonist in their own time-line (all orchestrated by him), it's still a plan he's quite proud of.~

Ah, but that was then. This, this is now and now is big, red and very, very irate from the looks of things.]

And I can tell that by presence alone. Yes... you are something old, are you not? Old... and strong.

[lord_of_terror]

[A plot that would undoubtedly give Mephisto and Belial goosebumps. Diablo prefers a more straightforward approach to manipulating things behind the scenes.]

I am Diablo. Lord of Terror, and Prime Evil. I was old when the mortal world was created. I always have been, and always shall.

ngl just seeing you made me reconsider picking up Malthael

[scarfenvy]

[chirp!]

When you fall, you just get back up.

DOO EET

[lord_of_terror]

[Just have an odd look. You most certainly are not of Sanctuary, Hell, or Heaven. Pandemonium isn't home to a native population, so you are an anomaly in his eyes.]

I do not fall.

YOU TEMPT ME SO

[scarfenvy]

[Curiosity wins over caution. The red journeyer flutters closer, oblivious to the danger the red beast poses. He pips excitedly.]

Do you fly?

Diablo needs a good counterpoint. :3 DO EET!!!

[lord_of_terror]

[Have an amused snort.]

If I wished, I could. My physical form is whatever I desire it to be. However, I prefer the more visceral feel of both bone and rock trembling beneath my feet.

I done did it :D

[brobrokemyworldstone]

[A tall figure, detached and brooding, observes the Lord of Terror.]

PATIENCE.

:DDD

[lord_of_terror]

[Diablo doesn't even turn to face the angel. He just chuckles.]

Malthael... care to join your brother in mortality? I'm sure Tyreal would enjoy the company before I rend you both limb from limb.

8') I wish he was in D3

[brobrokemyworldstone]

[Unflinching and unmoving. He is a stone to whatever waves of terror may send mortals fleeing.]

YOUR BATTLE LIES WITH MY KIN, NOT I.

Me too.

[lord_of_terror]

[Of course. Wisdom is the polar opposite to Terror. Diablo loves a challenge, of course.]

My battle lies with all of creation.