![]() You wondered whether she was deliberately trying to make you hate her, whether it would give her power to torture you further. It was a question and a dismissive sneer in one. Finally you suspected that the pillar of lost souls that had just mortally wounded him had taunted him with his son’s image to lure him into striking distance. You’d seen the way that Donan had begged his son’s spirit for forgiveness in Hawezar, not to leave him again. The sympathy had evaporated like mist on a summer morning when you’d seen her inflicting that same grief upon Donan, forced to watch it eat the Horadrim alive, all whilst remembering Yorin’s screams as Astaroth burnt him away from the inside. Does anyone have an official source on how old Yorin and Neyrelle are?Īs you’d watched Lilith discover her son’s body you’d actually felt a twinge of pity for her and the pain of her loss.The “what if my character could side with Lilith fic” of my own interpretation.Language: English Words: 4,415 Chapters: 2/? Comments: 6 Kudos: 19 Bookmarks: 2 Hits: 190 He continued to speak to his rapt audience, oblivious to her displeasure. Elias didn’t see, by the time he looked in her direction her expression had smoothed again into an indifferent mask. His shout was echoed by the cultists, though it didn’t escape your attention that Lilith’s expression twisted into something resembling distaste. The look on his face as he beheld his Lorath, former mentor, caged like an animal, was nothing short of triumphant. Your speculation was ended as Elias entered and the room fell silent. Looking at your fellow prisoners you wondered who they would sacrifice first. IceboundEmu Fandoms: Diablo (Video Games)
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