The following is the first part of a story inspired by the Diablo universe. Terrifying events, a struggle against evil, and the race against a demon to save the world from destruction await you! Read on but beware of the sinister forces lurking within!
The events of that night will haunt my soul forever. I was only six though I could understand the terror in my father’s voice as he hurried to get my brother and me out of our small wooden country- house. The fierce winds, howling like an unimaginable creature, surrounded the candles and the light in our small fortitude vanished like a stone in murky water. Through my sobs I tried to keep up with my father as he lead me by my hand, rushing through the house trying to find my brother who had ventured into the back closet as darkness fell upon us. “Abel! Abel!” my father shouted desperately, though his words were hard to hear for the fierce winds had by this time grew loud as thunder ripping through a stormy sky.
My father had finally guided us to the back bedroom where Abel had hid though what I saw in that room still terrifies my dreams. As my father grabbed Abel from the closet a piercing glow came from the opposite corner of the room engulfing us in a red hue. Dark shadows raced across the room as though to grab us, the walls started to sway and the floorboards rippled in various directions as if in a synchronized dance. A loud grumbling erupted from the red light growing ever more intense and my father struggled to herd us out the door.
Just as Abel and I stumbled outside the room I struggled to push myself up onto my knees to see my father, standing in the doorway shouting toward something, or someone, out of my view. At once my father was slammed against the wall, as if gravity had shifted and the wall became the ground. Through the now vibrant red glow I could see my father reaching out to me. As our eyes locked with each other he tried to tell me something but the words were distorted by the thunderous winds and by my own horrified screams. Then all at once the red glow instantly surged so bright I fearfully hide my face and when I looked back the door to the room was closed and I felt a deep pain knowing somehow that my father was gone.
I turned to Abel who was clinging to my leg with his hands over his ears and I felt a deep sense of sorrow, with my father gone I felt lost and had no idea what was happening or what I needed to do to escape this terrifying ordeal. As I sat sobbing, almost disconnected from the world, I was forced back into this nightmare by the opening of our front door and a man’s figure standing in the doorway. “Hurry!” I yelled to Abel. “We’ve gotta hide!” I shouted. I took Abel by the hand as my father had done just shortly before and lead us to the back door. My heart sank deep into my chest and again I felt a deep sense of sorrow as I discovered the back door had been ravished by the winds and was completely blocked. There was no exit.
I threw my arms around Abel and hoped that by closing my eyes this nightmare would end and I would awake back in my bed with my brother, and my father still alive reading his books in his old wooden chair. Through the thunderous winds that still persisted to covet my brother and I, I could hear through their piercing sounds the footsteps of the figure in the doorway coming closer to us. I sobbed once more as the footsteps stopped in front of us and I let aloud a shriek as I felt a presence reach down and touch my back. As I screamed in terror a soft, but stern voice said my name. Morgan.