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Diablo: Amor Aeternus is a 4-Act fanfiction series set 20 years after Diablo III: Reaper of Souls. The story follows the New Tristram crew as they attempt to understand and avert a world-ending conflict between the Nephalem and the forces of the Eternal Conflict.
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‘Many ages ago, angels and demons stole a powerful artifact, the Worldstone, and used it to create the mortal world: Sanctuary. Their children, the Nephalem, triumphed against evil countless times, upsetting the eternal balance between good and evil. They were the bane of demons, and even the angels in their high towers began to fear them.
Although the Nephalem had their allies in the Heavens, one angel, Malthael, swept through Sanctuary as the Angel of Death, determined to eliminate all demonic essence. He failed, and fell to the mortals he sought to destroy. Yet, before before his Fall, Malthael was once the benevolent Archangel of Wisdom and the leader of his kind. His story is not over. Not yet.’
‘Malthael had supposed there would be silence in death. Instead, he found wisdom and the chance for redemption.’
Complete
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Music Playlist
Art courtesy of @zaera-d
‘Farah jumps at her sister's offer to manage her own library in New Tristram. She quickly discovers that her new clientele are most odd. Especially one enigmatic seeker of wisdom.’
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‘Rumours of a powerful demonic artefact draw the New Tristram crew to Caldeum, where they attempt to secure it without attracting unwanted attention. Spectacular hijinks ensue.’
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Music Playlist
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‘Come, stay awhile and listen! Join our heroes in these short tales that fill in the gaps of ‘Diablo: Amor Aeternus’.’
Series 1 - Complete
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"Tales from Tristram" reading order (as the chapters were posted alongside the Acts):
Chapters 1-3: Read after finishing "In All Things Light & Dark"
Chapter 4: Read after Chapter 1 of "Arcane & Apples"
Chapters 5-7: Read after finishing "Arcane & Apples"
Chapter 8: Read after Chapter 1 of "A Light in the Darkness"
Chapters 9-11: Read after finishing "A Light in the Darkness"
‘As the Nephalem deal with an escalating civil war, Tyrael visits the Silver City to facilitate an alliance between his companions and the angels. But when Justice and Wisdom walk as mortals, what balance remains in the Heavens? Stars fall. Sanctuary burns. The true End of Days has begun.’
Complete
Archive of Our Own (AO3) - link
Fanfiction.net - link
Music Playlist
Art courtesy of @kenyizsu
Supplemental Material
Cast List
Aspects of the High Heavens (Mortals & Archangels)
Aspects of the High Heavens Icons
Malthael & Tyrael Canon-based Headcannons
Itherael & Auriel Canon-based Headcannons
Short Character Headcannons
Horadric Waypoints and Traveller’s Scrolls (Headcannon)
More Diablo Headcannons (series specific)
About the writer and the protagonist
‘Why do you write Diablo?’
Artwork
mortal!Malthael Concept Art
mortal!Malthael Expressions Sheet
mortal!Malthael Expressions Sheet #2
Malthael vs. the Reaper of Westmarch (Act I, Chapter 4)
Writing and Reading the Book of Malthael (Act II, Chapter 3)
I love that Tyrael is constantly described as handsome in the books, like people can say whatever about him being bald (and the racism about him being a black man), but I do love that it's really reinforced that he is very handsome and provokes both respect and awe when he appears as a mortal to the humans
not doomed by the narrative but saved by the narrative. yeah i know you'd rather die than keep suffering but the story doesn't actually care what you want. you have to keep going, even when it hurts. even being erased from existence won't stop you from being salvaged from the wreckage of un-being. get up. keep pushing. keep bleeding. keep living.
On one hand, I am like "Tyrael doesn't need romance, his whole arc is about accepting his mortality and understand what makes humans so special and how its the fleeting nature of their lives that are filled with so much in such little time and to overcome his fear of the inevitable end and understand that he is very loved and he does belong" but on the other hand I am like extremely curious how he would navigate the idea of romance, the physical and mortal aspect of it, the power dynamic he believes to hold over humans and the way their inevitable deaths will cause them loss and grief
Sorry, reposting because I forgot the texture layer ><
When Cursed AU was first being developed, @seraphixuss gave me this agonizing idea: What if Malthael and Rathma had met before D3 happened, and speaking with someone as obsessed with research and knowledge as himself had almost -delayed- his fall. That thought's stayed with me for a long time, so I decided to comic it out to the lyrics of a pop song from the 1960s. "Here Comes That Rainy Day Feeling Again" by The Fortunes. This hurt so good to draw.
Enjoy some supernatural doomed old man yaoi this pride season
Slim-strong hands grabbed him by the gorget, and Malthael was abruptly yanked downwards. For a split-second he thought his nephalem was going to headbutt him in the face with his pretty red horns, but all Rathma did was smush his face into Malthael's hood.
His forehead was pressed up against Malthael's cheek-and-mouth. For a moment the stood like that, awkwardly huddled together in the middle of Westmarch square. People were staring. Malthael folded his wings, thin-skinny as they were, around himself and his partner to give them some kind of privacy for...whatever this was.
Right when he was getting ready to ask what was happening, Rathma shifted.
He had not kissed Malthael many times before, and usually it was something soft, uncertain. This time, there was nothing soft in the way his mouth dug at Malthael's jaw, and when he shifted just enough for Rathma to find his mouth, his kiss was nothing short of intense.
He could taste the desperate fear and sick relief behind it all. Perhaps that was what made him accept it.
Where Rathma was digging his nails into the metal of his armor (and making horrid little scratching noises), Malthael gently cupped the sides of his head and pulled him closer. His wings coiled tighter, wrapping them in a web of light.
Let his nephalem find solace in him. Whatever had scared him was on a short timer now.