Diablo: Redemption Chapter 1

This is a non-profit work of Fanfiction. Diablo is owned by Blizzard Entertainment, Dragon Age is owned by BioWare.

A.N: I am a huge Diablo fan, have been since I first played Diablo 1, and my favorite character has always been the Rogue. (Course I also like the Assassin in Diablo 2, and the Demon Hunter in Diablo 3.) The thought behind this fanfic is what if Blood Raven who as everyone should know is the Rogue from Diablo 1 that was corrupted by the demons due to what she experienced in the catacombs beneath Tristram, had been given a second chance after her death at the hands of the heroes in Diablo 2. What if Fate, decided that the story of Blood Raven was not yet over, that the woman known as Moreina was still in Blood Raven, and because of her regret over what she had become in the end realizing that, she was given a second life.

This is my take on that scenario. As such, I have decided to have this be a crossover with Dragon Age, another favorite game of mine. I believe the two worlds could fit together quite well, both being of the medieval fantasy setting, and having Moreina join the Inquisition seemed like a good fit.

Chapter 1

She felt a sharp pain in her breast as the Amazon’s spear finally ended her. Her blood-red eyes dimmed, as blood leaked from the wound in her chest, opening her mouth, blood pouring past her lips, as she coughed. Her eyes, upon her death, returned to the soft brown she had before, and her voice, which had once echoed with demonic influence, softened, the voice of a young woman, only nineteen.

“Th-thank you…” Her words had caught the Amazon by surprise, as well as the five other companions.

“Rest in peace, sister.” The Amazon said softly.

And with a demonic scream, the demon that had possessed Moreina known as Blood Raven had been exercised. With that came a sense of peace, of silence. As death fell upon Moreina she felt peace. Her last grateful smile to the heroes that had ended her corruption, was a permanent fixture on her face as the animal skull helmet fell from her head, as she fell back to the ground.

Moreina did not see the Heroes bury her, giving her final honors, as well as praying for her soul to be redeemed. Moreina’s soul was sent to be judged. As the light dimmed she found herself surrounded by the angels. Each one speaking out her fate. Imperius had condemned her. “Her human weakness is what caused her corruption. Surely damnation is all that she deserves.”

“Her human weakness?” Tyrael questioned looking at Imperious calmly. “Do you so easily forget how many of our own had fallen to the corruptive influence of hell?”

“We all know the depths of Diablo’s power, that she was able to even defeat him, with her companions speaks well of her skill. Do we condemn her for falling victim to Diablo’s terror?” Auriel asked, her voice soothing.

“Perhaps...her fate could lie elsewhere,” Ithereal spoke up, in his usual aloof manner.

Moriena stood silently, resigned to her fate, she deserved their condemnation for what she had done, her own weakness and lack of willpower when faced against Diablo’s evil, and the corruption of Andariel, if she had been stronger, she could have fought off the corruption. A tear, ran down her cheek. This was noticed by Auriel who smiled under her hood.

“A second chance, not on Sanctuary but in a place that she could find redemption.” The Archangel of Hope said.

Tyrael nodded, looking at Imperius. “Everyone deserves a second chance if they are willing to accept it, and work towards it.”

Imperius looked at the human woman scornfully. “Very well, as loathe as I am to agree, this will at least get her out of the heavens.”

With their combined powers, the Archangels cast Moreina from the heavens, and far from Sanctuary. The hells would never again lay claim to her, however, the Rogue would learn that there were much greater evils than the demons of the hell, and corruption can take many forms.

Cassandra Pentaghast had seen many disturbing things in the past months since the war between the Mages and Templars began, but this was not something she had expected. The conclave, where Divine Justinia had asked for a meeting between the leaders of the factions to finally come up with a peaceful solution to the war, had been murdered, the conclave destroyed.

The only suspect at first had been the man who fell out of the rift, however as they were dragging him off, a flash of white light occurred, and woman, with reddish-brown hair, had appeared. The woman’s pale skin and short breath told Cassandra she had been through a harrowing experience, yet like the man she too was suspect.

Both the man and woman were taken to the village of Haven, where they were taken to a cabin, and tended to.  The Seeker entered the cabin, where Solas, worked on healing the two.

“Well Solas, what can you tell us about them?” Cassandra asked looking at the two as they remained unconscious.

“The man, from the magic I feel from him, is from Thedas, the green mark on his hand, I cannot yet say for certain,” Solas said.

“And the woman?” Cassandra asked moving her attention to the sleeping female.

“I have no idea, she has...something attached to her, it doesn’t feel demonic, at least not as we feeling, but a residue of something...Whatever it is, it’s not from Thedas.” Solas explained.

“Are you saying she’s from another world?” Cassandra asked incredulously.

“Perhaps. But until she wakes up, we can’t ask her.” Solas calmly explained.

Cassandra looked to the two, one of them had to be responsible for Divine Justinia’s death, the only question was...which one? She looked to Solas who was using his magic to heal the man, he seemed to be the more injured of the two.

“Inform me when they wake up.” The seeker requested.

Then not waiting for a response left the cabin, leaving Solas alone with the two humans. Solas looked to the woman his eyes narrowed, he knew the woman was not from Thedas, nor was she from the fade, he knew the magic of Thedas and the Fade very well.

“I don’t know who you are, or where you came from, but something about you is troubling.” The elf said to himself.

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Days later, Moreina opened her eyes. Finding a bald male with pointed ears looking down at her, she gasped, and sat up, moving up away from him, eyes wide.

“W-where am I?” She demanded, her eyes showing her panic.

Solas held up a placating hand. “You are safe. I have been healing you.”

She blinked, and looked at herself, the scars she had on her arms were gone, lifting her shirt up, she noticed the spear wound to her chest, was also gone. Noticing she had just bared her breasts to a man she did not know, she pulled her shirt down and blushed.

“Thank you, but where am I?” She asked, looking around. She looked every bit the nineteen old she was.

Before Solas could answer, the door opened, and Cassandra walked in. Seeing the young woman sitting up eyes wide, she made a beeline for the bed.

“I see she is awake, I thought I asked you to inform me as soon as she woke up,” Cassandra asked crossing her arms, and looking to Solas.

“She has just woken up Seeker. I also believe you are scaring her.” Solace gently scolded.

“Scaring her? She possibly murdered the Divine, I am hardly concerned about scaring her.” Cassandra coldly said.

Moreina’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry.” She grasped the covers on the bed with her hands as tears leaked from her eyes.

“I’ve done so many terrible things since Tristram, killed so many of my sisters….” Moreina choked out the words, her bottom lip trembling.

“Tristram?” Cassandra asked, looking from the girl to Solas.

“Who are you, and where are you from?” Solas asked knowing the right question to ask.

She sniffled, the echoes of past pains filled her eyes and her words came out in a soft forlorn tone. “My name is Moreina, I..was a member of the Sisterhood of the Sightless Eye. We’re rogues, women who fight for our home, to show we don’t need men to protect us. I’m from Khanduras “

“Is Khanduras in Tristram?” Cassandra demanded.

Looking up, she shook her head. “No, Tristram is a village in Khanduras.”

“You said you did terrible things since Tristram, what did you mean?” Solas asked.

Taking a deep shuddering breath, Moreina began to tell her story; “I had been sent by Akara, our High Priestess to investigate rumors of evil in Tristram, I arrived there, along with two others, a warrior named Aiden, and a Sorcerer named Jazreth. We found the village was being tormented by demons, they had come up from the catacombs beneath the cathedral, several villagers had been dragged down and killed by a demon called The Butcher, only one survived, a young boy named Wirt, he lost his leg to the demon. We got there after the first attack, Aiden, Jazreth and myself we ventured into the catacombs, to find the source of the evil and destroy it….we were not prepared.”

Cassandra and Solas listened with rapt attention as Moreina told them everything about what she and the others had faced the demons they fought, then her tone became somber.

“We had finally defeated Diablo, he had fallen, but Aiden, he felt something, told us that he had to contain the demon within him. He tore the soul stone from his brother’s forehead, and slammed it into his own head.” Moreina told them, looking down at her hands resting on her covered lap.

"We left and went our separate ways. A month later, demons attacked the Ancestral Monastery of the Sisterhood. I fell to the demons corruption, I killed so many of my sisters….then raised them from their graves…” Tears ran freely down her cheeks now.

“I couldn’t stop it, the demoness Andariel had put demons in all of us, tortured us until we gave in...I was finally stopped, killed.” She said, remembering the feeling of freedom.

“I don’t know if your Divine was one of those I killed while under the demonic corruption, but if so I will accept whatever fate you decide for me.” Moreina’s tone was soft.

Cassandra wasn’t Leliana, she was not a spymaster, but she could read emotions, she saw the regret in the girl’s eyes.

“Seeker, I don’t believe she killed the Divine,” Solas spoke up.

“But she admitted to killing several people,” Cassandra argued.

Solas looked to Moreina who was looking down, eyes downcast as she waited for them to decide her fate.

“That may be, but she clearly regrets what she did, and even the strongest of us can fall prey to demonic influence. If she had been killed, before, and whatever in her world sent her here, perhaps, they are giving her a second chance, perhaps she can find atonement here.” Solas explained.

Cassandra looked at Solas. “You’re suggesting that she could perhaps help us?”

"Exactly,” Solas said, then turning to Moreina. “Child, we are fighting demons of our own, who are invading our world. If you could help us, perhaps it will help you atone for your past.”

Moreina eyes moist looked up at the two. ‘I could atone for the deaths I caused….was this what they meant?’ she thought to herself remembering the words of the archangels. She lowered her eyes, then she nodded to herself. Looking up her eyes sharp. “How can I help?”

A.N: This ends chapter 1. Sorry if it’s not that great, I haven’t written fanfiction in many years, having a lack of confidence in my writing can hinder it something terrible.

I recently got into a Diablo fix, and since I recently started playing Diablo again, and remembering how much I enjoyed playing the rogue and learning of her fate in Diablo 2, I decided to try my hand at writing a story.

Moreina is not the Inquisitor as you probably can tell, that’s going to be Aedan Trevelyan, which yes, Moreina will react to his name when she learns it. As for Moreina’s regret, I do believe that the Demonic Rogues you fight were possessed. And it had been due to what she had experienced in the catacombs that had made it easy for the demons to possess her.

I honestly have no idea how old Moreina is, I figured she was about eighteen during Diablo 1, so about nineteen in Diablo 2 since I believe only a year past between Diablo 1, and Diablo 2.  

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, please read and review.