Leah: Diablo

[moonshadows]

“What’s the matter?” I taunt, my voice deeper and rough. “Didn’t Adria ever tell you where she got the body to be your vessel?”

“Such things are too petty to waste my time with,” he returns, along with a taloned backhand that sends me skidding across the floor. I dig my own claws in and screech to a stop on all fours, tail held out for balance. “I am the Lord of Terror. Even you, nephalem, will succumb to your own fear.”

“Yeah, about that. How about no?” My tail twitches, like a cat. “You see, I’m your daughter. You sired me while you were still killing Aidan. You’re not going to win this because I’ve already beaten you.”

“What?!?” He crouches down, prepared to pounce, and his eyes narrow as the similarities strike him.

“I lived with you in my body. In my head. I lived with that terror, and in the end? You don’t scare me anymore, Dad. The Scroll of Fate can’t be changed. Itherael has seen your defeat.”

“Impossible,” he growls confidently. “The Scroll records none who can defeat me. My servant has slain Hope, and the High Heavens fell before me. I climbed unchallenged to the Crystal Arch, just as was written, with none to oppose me.”

I bare my fangs in a grin. “Oh, that’s the other thing. The Scroll doesn’t record the nephalem at all.”

His head jerks back, and his claws tighten their grip on the impossible substance the angels use as a floor.

“And one more thing, Dad.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Dad. Daddy. Dadablo. Father. You sired me, now take responsibility like a man.”

“I will kill you slowly and painfully, and then I will torture your soul for all eternity.”

“No, I don’t think you will. You see…” I smirk as the first pink tendrils snake out of the biggest spines on my shoulders, and his eyes widen. “Your servant killed Auriel. But Hope never dies.”