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The Hunter and the Templar	By : BurneHazard Category: +A through F > Diablo III Views: 6473 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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            "And, alas, we are of our fathers and mothers, alike and yet opposite, one decay and the other light. Indeed, the union of angel and demon created a third essence. And we are those children. We are the nephalem. We exist as half angel and half demon, yet fully a new entity. And because of our lineage, they loved us. And because of our difference, they feared us. Within the trembling balance between love and fear is the relation of us to our fathers and mothers." ~ taken from Cain's journal by Lyndon.
            "To escape the Eternal Conflict, a group of renegade angels and demons came together and created a hidden paradise for themselves. They called this world Sanctuary. Eventually, they commingled. They gave birth to mankind. That is why you have both good and evil within you...and the power of both realms as your birthright. The power of your nephalem ancestors was so terrifying to their parents that they tuned the Worldstone to weaken them. They knew they had loosed something...unimaginable upon creation." ~ information given by Tyrael.
            "They call themselves the demon hunters, a group of fanatical warriors sworn to a single purpose: the destruction of the creatures of the Burning Hells. The demon hunters number in the hundreds and make their home in the Dreadlands so that they can live and train without the interference of any nation that would worry over having such a fearsome group camped within its borders. Though at any time over half are dispatched across the world seeking hellspawn. There is something in all demon hunters that gives them the strength to resist the demonic corruption that would drive lesser men to madness. They hone this power, for their resistance to this taint enables them to use the demons' power as a weapon. But their mission and their power are not all that bind them together." ~ found in a book from the great library at Caldeum, written by Abd al-Hazir.
            For all this combined information, I only now think I see what is happening to me. The former angel, Tyrael, spoke with me in the desert near Caldeum about these things. He assured me that no human could be turned into a demon, just as it was impossible for one to become an angel. Simply because there was no way to separate the two halves of the nature that created us. I think I wrote previously that I know too well that it is nearly impossible to see the difference between the darkest shade of gray and the black beside it. As for the opposite, that much I believe. No human could become an angel. Not a single one would ever be able to destroy the darkness within their natures.
            But I am not human, am I? I am something else. A throwback. A reversion to something pre-dating humans. A nephalem. And my powers are growing every passing day. I have no clue just what I can do or how strong I have become. The demons I face are weak things that provide no challenge for me to test this. And because I am not human, I wonder if Tyrael might have misspoken. He told me of humans when he said that they could not become demon or angel. He did not mention nephalem. One thing I have learned in my years hunting demons is that so much as one word misspoken can lead to disaster.
            For almost twenty years I have fought demons with the darkness they cursed me with. In all that time I used their "gift" to do as much good as I could. Even in saving one life or sparing one child from my own pain I do the work of good. And now the greatest hunt lies before me. The remaining demon lords of hell. My task to destroy them is within my reach. And I am faltering. My hatred burns within me so hot that at times I could swear it bleeds into the very air around me. My rage is fast and consuming. Even in the cold of the lands around Arreat Crater, I barely feel the chill. When I do, it is soothing rather than biting.
            It has even come to the point where I can feel the end of my hunt drawing near. There is still chaos in my mind and heart. Hatred and rage are too swift to possess me. Lust...I still lust but, I no longer feel the shame in it I did only a few days ago. Or was it a week? Even the sense of time has slipped from my grasp. All that matters is my next kill, the next demon. Something tells me that a few of the bodies left on the battlements might have fallen to me instead of the demon archers I brought down. But...even that realization only leaves a tired ache within me now rather than the horror of before.
            Lyndon. Eirena. Kormac. Tyrael. Leah. Adria. The witch still makes me wary. But she has been isolated with Leah and Tyrael while I have been on the lines slaughtering hellspawn. That wariness no longer seems to matter. I will leave her to Tyrael and the others. I will leave all of them to their own paths. Mine will end soon. I pray that it will not end before I silence Azmodan once and for all. And if I must become a demon to destroy him, I shall. In the end, it will be the same. I will die. Whether it is by the demons or by the hand of one of my friends, it only matters that I hurt no one else when the time comes.

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            Lyndon swallowed hard before tearing his eyes away from the open journal. Quickly and quietly, he gave his eyes a dash from his sleeve and looked to the one holding the book open. Kormac was staring at the words on the last page. The templar had plenty of time to read them, but he sat there as the scoundrel waited silently.
            "Why did you give me this?" Kormac finally asked.
            "Would you have believed me if I just told you?"
            The templar was silent. It was answer enough for both of them. The green eyes moved over the written words once more before he returned to staring at the page unseeing. Lyndon glanced up quickly to make sure they were still alone. Killa had gone to see Haedrig about her replacement armor a little while ago and Eirena was tending some of the newly retrieved injured. Neither had come back yet but if Kormac delayed much longer they would be discovered.
            "And this is what has been tearing her apart? How could she think that she has anything in common with a demon let alone become one?"
            "Well, you could always ask her. But then she'd know you read her private journal. How honorable is that for a templar?"
            Tensing, Kormac shot a dark glare toward the scoundrel. Lyndon merely gave an exaggerated shrug.
            "The point is, now you have an idea about just what is making her act this way. She never would have told you herself."
            "Why not? Why would she not tell me such things after all she's helped me through? I owe her more than just my service--look at what she's done, where she's brought us. We're but a stone's throw away from hell itself! How could she...she..."
            Working on the inside of his cheek, Lyndon shrugged. "If you wanted to read some of the first entries, maybe you'd learn. But this is the only one that I think you want to see. After all, you're hopeless with talking to women let alone understanding them."
            Another glare, but Kormac did not rise to the prodding. Instead, he looked back to the journal. He had only read the last entry. More pages beckoned him from the start of the book. It was in his hands. He could look and see into Killa's thoughts and fears. That made him tense and slowly close the journal. It was disrespectful. Perhaps he could live with invading her privacy this much because the last entry contained more information than personal thoughts.
            "Put it back. Exactly where you found it. Now. And we will not speak of this again."
            "Oh, keeping secrets now are we? How noble for a templar!" Lyndon jabbed. But he took the journal back and turned to go as ordered. It left Kormac to his thoughts once more. They were not light ones.

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Author's Note:
            The first three paragraphs are taken from the Diablo 3 wiki site--the one by Tyrael is taken from the game, one of the talks he has with the player concerning the creation of the world. I know he says more about the nephalem but try as I might I can't find which part of which act he says it in. I'll keep looking later on, I had enough to get this chapter done satisfactorily. Soon though, Kormac's going to have to make a very important decision. I can't wait!
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