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-To destroy Mephisto's soulstone, Mizor placed it on the Hellforge, and smashed it with the Hell smith's hammer.  His Maul couldn't break it, strangely, even though the corrupted soulstone was supposed to be fragile.  The ways of magic are strange.  Mephisto's soul was in the stone, and smashing it would release him back into Hell, but without any connection to the world, so he couldn't go back.  The stone glowed in the heat of the forge, and with great pleasure, Mizor pounded it into tiny little flinders, releasing several dead spirits.  Who were they, Mizor wondered?  Souls the father of hate had devoured?  They were gone too quickly to guess at their identity; hopefully, they would go on to whatever reward they deserved.
-Among the soulstone fragments were several rocks of gem quality; a perfect sapphire, a flawless emerald, a flawless diamond, and a small demon skull, along with a Tal rune.  Fascinating how one stone can produce such variety.  After playing with his Horadric Cube for a while (such a useful toy!) Mizor had 5 perfect stones, all very large and shiny.  It seemed to Mizor, after a moment's pondering, that this victory called for some sort of celebration.  Maybe a trip back to Lut Gholein to talk with that nice fellow from Atma's?  No, Paige didn't want to, and the angel seemed to disapprove, so he and Paige played marbles with his gems.
-Mizor: "Rrrruf!"  (Good shot!)
-Paige: "Next time, I'm going after your big topaz."
-Mizor: "Hauurrugahh?" (Who are you kidding?)  (Shoots, get a ruby.)
-Paige: "Why didn't go for the perfect skull?"
-Mizor: "Haz."  (I was.)
-Paige: "Handy things, opposable thumbs." (Shoots, gets the perfect topaz.)
-Tyrael: "Ahem."
-Mizor: "Soeahuum?" (Should we ignore him some more?)
-Paige: "He wants us to go back into Hell."
-Mizor: "Ahhownel.  Rrpprreen." (I don't like Hell.  It's depressing.)
-Paige: "Hellish, even."
-Mizor: "Rrrrfll." (Infernal.)
-Paige: "Stygian."
-Mizor: "Prruushs." (Perditious.)
-Paige: "Acherontic."
-Mizor: "Rrr... rrgadrrul?" (Er... purgatorial?)
-Paige: "Chthonic."
-Mizor: "Hwin." (You win.)
-Tyrael: "The time has come for you to hunt down and destroy Diablo himself."
-Mizor: "Aaawwgiigahom?" (Can't we just give him a big wedgie and go home?)
-Tyrael: "The demon lord Diablo is the youngest of the Three Great Evils, the Lord of Terror.  He is responsible for the destruction of Tristram, and many other cities and towns, as well as the corruption of the last great hero who faced him.  He is dedicated to the destruction of your entire world, and all that you know."
-Mizor: "Owwunaarrb." (I can throw in a good dutch rub.)
-Tyrael: "He is to be found in his Chaos Fortress, conferring with his closest advisors.  They are protected by five seals, which you must open to reach the Lord of Terror himself."
-Paige: "Wedgies for all!  Except some of them might not wear underwear."
-Mizor: "Hweerreenowrr?" (Do we really want to know about demon underwear?)
-Tyrael: "It is imperative that you complete this task..."
-Mizor: "RRWWAAAHHH!  Hrrgo." (We know, already!  Here we go.)
-(Poof, away they went.)
-Tyrael: "This does not bode well.  Should their courage falter, we..."
-Cain: "Please, worry not, great Tyrael.  They have not lost their bravery.  The trials they have faced were tiring, and they needed time to rest and restore their spirits."
-Tyrael: "The trials that face them have hardly begun.  If the mortal hero tires so quickly, what hope is there for your world?"
-Cain: "They simply lack your experience and knowledge.  The first trial a youth faces weighs heavily upon him, as he has known no greater burden."
-Tyrael: "Perhaps you are right, mortal.  Izual's betrayal has troubled me, and led me to doubt the wisdom of my course.  They have brought so much suffering, and my actions may have caused still more.  Could we simply be playing into their deception again?"
-From the Hellforge, Mizor and Paige fought upriver, finding another angel hovering over the path.  Hadriel?  Who was Hadriel?  Whoever he was, he repeated what Tyrael said about the Chaos Fortress, and wouldn't say anything more.  The Chaos Fortress was an awful place, full of demons who threw curses and laughing skulls, and opening the seals unleashed Diablo's advisors.  He had nasty advisors, who probably gave nasty advice.  The skeleton guy did something really nasty to Paige, for which Mizor pounded him into splinters.  Once his advisors had all been disposed of, the fortress shook, and a voice almost as frightening as Mephisto's said, "Not even death can save you from me."  Paige shrugged. "Been there, done that."
-Diablo was terrifying, and not just in looks.  He killed Bear with a bolt of pinkish lightning, again and again, and the Heart of Wolverine spirit.  Even with the Spirit, it was hard for Mizor's claws to penetrate the demon's thick scales, and his maul just seemed to bounce away.  Paige kept her distance, chilling Diablo with her arrows; the harm they did seemed insignificant.  Mizor spent much of his time simply re-summoning his minions, he could not match the Lord of Terror by himself.  When Paige was killed by a lightning bolt meant for Mizor, things got really difficult.  Mizor drank potion after potion, trying to keep breath in his body.  Bear was little more than a distraction now, but a distraction that lasted long enough to summon the Heart of Wolverine again.  Almost imperceptibly, Diablo began to weaken, and threw fiery waves and lightning frantically at his foes.  Hammering away for all he was worth, Mizor drank his last potion, hoping he'd be able to run if Diablo didn't die soon enough.  Diablo chose to kill Bear first, then the Spirit.  That bought Mizor enough time.  On the brink of death himself, Mizor crushed the back of the Lord of Terror's skull.  It was over.
-Concluding thoughts:
-#With players 8 on, Diablo is grinning evil death on wheels.  I need more purple potions.
-#When Diablo went down, Mizor had 36 hit points left.  Diablo's treasure was a Paladin-specific shield, Assassin claws, and gauntlets that added to Amazon skills.  How does the game always know exactly what you're not looking for?
-#I hope the words I put in Tyrael's mouth were pompous enough for him.

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