The Burning Hell began to seep into the world of Man and take root within the labyrinth. So strong was the terror that grew inside of Albrecht, that the borders of the Mortal realm began to warp and tear. Empowered by Diablo's possession of young Albrecht, the creatures of the boy's own imagination had gained corporeal form. The ancient catacombs of the Horadrim had become a twisted labyrinth of raw, focused Terror. As the cacophony of madness and nightmares hammered its final blow against Albrecht’s shattered spirit, the bloodlusted ghouls and demons of his mind scattered and scrambled maniacally into the lengthening passageways of his waking Nightmare. The ancient, skeletal corpses of the Horadrim arose from archaic crypts and lumbered off into the red washed corridors beyond.
Large bodies comprised of living rock erupted from the walls and bowed to their dark master. All of the ‘monsters’ that he had ever imagined or believed that he had seen in his life became flesh and were given life before him. Unholy, writhing visages of terror danced about him chanting choruses of obscenities. R eaching deep into Albrecht’s subconscious, Diablo ripped the greatest fears of the child from their hiding places and gave them breath.Īlbrecht watched, as if out of a dream, twisted and disfigured forms appeared all around him. A lustful hunger still tortured the demon after his frustrating bout for control over Leoric, but the nightmares of the boy provided ample substance to sate him. Diablo gazed upon his surroundings through the eyes of the young prince. Paralyzed with fear, Albrecht felt the presence of Diablo within his mind as it seemed to push him down, deeper and deeper into darkness and oblivion.
Hideous laughter filled his head and clouded his thoughts. Pain and fire raced through the child’s soul.
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