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A random snipped of a conversation between Raya and Mephisto I wrote at work
Raya looked out the window. The waves crashed against the rocky cliffs of Skovos. It was beautiful.
Soft footsteps made her turn around, the energy in the air causing goosebumps.
Mephisto deliberately kept his distance; the Prophet's body seemed almost fragile, yet his gaze was that of a predator watching its prey.
"What am I doing here, Mephisto?"
"I welcome you to Skovos," he said with a smile. It was Akarat's warm smile, but Raya shook her head slightly. "Stay out of my head."
"Hmm," he said, and there was a slight change in his gaze that Raya couldn't interpret.
He walked over to the window, his hands clasped behind his back, and gazed at the landscape outside. Wild roses climbed up the sand-colored stone wall, and the light framed him… almost sacred.
Raya would have laughed at the absurdity of the situation, but her mind was still busy processing Neyrelle's death. She wasn't ready to just put it behind her yet.
The Prime Evil before her turned his head slightly, though his gaze remained fixed on the horizon. "I did not choose her fate and I haven't planned her demise just yet."
Raya froze for a moment. "Don't you dare blame her for this," she said, feeling anger welling up inside her. "She didn't choose this."
"No," Mephisto agreed. "But she knew the consequences."
"I should have taken the stone," Raya whispered.
That made Mephisto turn around. "No."
His reaction surprised her; she raised an eyebrow. "I should have," she said again.
Mephisto looked at her for a moment before turning away again. His grip on his hands seemed to tighten just so slightly.
There it was again. That same feeling she had when he'd stopped her from proceeding to the Cathedral of Hatred. That strange sensation that he made exceptions for her. It made her feel uneasy.
That's really random because I have never played Diablo, never saw any gameplay and just learned some informations about the game on Fandom Wiki. But when new dlc (?) came out some time ago I saw few characters and decided "why shouldn't I draw something?" Like I just had this realisation that there is nothing that really stops me and I can do whatever I want even if I don't know the media
Also me when I see big scary monster:
The way Knaak describes woman in books makes me roll my eyes every. damn. time. I already thought that about War of the Ancients and Sin War isn’t much better ;w;
Another „Perfect red lips and a radiant, ivory-colored face, with an exquisitely feminine figure.“ and I‘m gonna throw books xD
Sometimes I wanna turn games into books. I know so many people who don’t play games, but I just know they would love the stories. Just today I annoyed my dad with diablo theories and I wish he would know what I talk about 😭

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It arrived 👄
I bought some books
I hand you a „prophet“ <3
I maybe a bit obsessed with D4 again
Drawing old man is not my specialty but I like how it turned out
I am still too scared to try drawing Diablo humans, but I did draw livestock guardian dog Tyrael and sheep he kills wolves for, Lorath Nahr 💜 (like that one post)
I really like this outfit 👄

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Started replaying D4 a few days ago and damn I’m still mad at Prava bc of Vigo
So I made a more human version of Mephy and Lucion (a bit like Lilith). Anyone interested in seeing thems colored? :3
I think Mephisto is a creature of habit and would totally use Akarats design
I know Lucion is supposed to be dead dead, but I really wish to see him in game ;_;
I finished the campaign and I maybe cried a little
A quick glance into Mephistos mind, meeting someone he wasn’t expecting.
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The first time he saw her, it bewildered him beyond measure. Never before had he witnessed a mortal so radiant with light. No plan he had ever woven, no intrigue so carefully planned nor scheme so meticulously designed, considered encountering her. It was no wonder that a Prime Evil could not fathom the revelation before him: A solution.
Yet, it was impossible for a demon to be truthful, and so he deceived himself.
This human must be protected.
He quickly moved on, giving her no further thought, slipping through the shadows as he pursued the Nephalem.
But of course, their fates were intertwined. The old man had survived the Angel of Death, and thus it was a relief when he saw her with him. A relief that morphed into confusion. Did he wish for her to be with the Horadrim? With the Nephalem? With that girl whose mother had so willingly given herself to Lilith? And why did he care at all?
He despised her—the mortal with the light. It sickened him to dwell on her even momentarily. It would be best to kill her swiftly and be done with it.
But when Astaroth laid waste to that village, it struck him. Parum Lucis, little light… could it be?
His hatred flared with a passion almost unbearable, even for him. How was he to know that it was not hatred he felt?
But the mortal was safe, and he felt... solace. Her light had nearly been extinguished by minor demons. How could such a fragile being be worthy of life?
As she journeyed on with her companions, he sensed that a moment of truth awaited. And he feared it—that he, Mephisto, the Lord of Hatred, would stand face to face with her.
And she feared him. The mere mention of his name or that of his brethren brought worry to her innocent face. And rightly so. Foolish girl, if she weren’t afraid.
And that was what he hated the most.
If only he could accept this simple fact: that there is one being in this godforsaken world he didn’t hate.
Officially wanna write for them again ;w;

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If the worldstone was Anus eye and the Crystal Arch his spine, I wonder what happend to the rest of his body…
I finally finished Vessel of Hatred (yes it took me super long bc I had no time and shit internet) and once again I am super sad that this game has so much less fan art and stuff then other games I play ;w;