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[scribesofcalamity]

Here's a new Maltheal Appreciation post because he finally got his own perfect weapon skin!!👀🌹

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[scribesofcalamity]

Cowboy AU of my Revenant Maltheal??🐎

[scribesofcalamity]

Good afternoon,Here is our Yearly Maltheal Appreciation Post

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Maltheal appreciation post

[thechickenkitty]

This is personal Diablo 3 & 4 au stuff, but like in some point of my au (or in one of my iterations of it) I just imagine Maltheal freaking out so badly that he almost causes a repeat of WestMarch in Act 5 Diablo 3. And as everyone else is trying to kill him or subdue him, he just retreats into his death orb, hands over his head and curled up on himself.

And then out of no where, this demon looking woman who has been seen with Maltheal’s human form just bolts into the battlefield and tries to get into the orb. Unlike previous reports where said woman had a clean bill of health, she’s scruffy and covered in cuts and bruises. One of her horns seems to be broken off and there’s a bandage on her stomach that looks like it might be bleeding underneath.

No one understands what she’s saying, but she’s clearly yelling something at Maltheal who’s barely responding. It’s not until she actually takes a swing at the orb is when Maltheal lifts his head and the woman stumbles inside.

They just stare at each for a moment, until Maltheal lifts his hand and one of the random mortal souls hanging about gets moved into said hand. He practically shoves the poor soul into the woman’s face.

No one can really tell what’s going on, they can’t see the woman’s face and angels don’t have faces in the first place. Maltheal’s resonance is still silent so none of the nearby angels - who came down because Maltheal is an emergency - can really tell what the reaper is thinking.

Then the woman is shaking and she smacks Maltheal’s hand, forcing him to let go of the soul. She then jabs a finger into Maltheal’s chest and starts to yell. Whatever is being said sets Maltheal off in a different way. He clenches his fist for a moment, shaking, before exploding into a flurry of movement, gesturing and throwing his arms out.

He is clearly yelling back. They start to walk around each other, just arguing. There is a bunch of movement, everyone outside the orb can see stamping of feet, pointing fingers, even moments where the two just get closer to yell at each other’s faces. But there isn’t a moment where the two hit each other, not even a shove. Apart from the woman’s earlier actions, the two of them don’t attempt to strike each other.

Then the woman puts both her hands on Maltheal’s shoulders. She’s a little taller than him, but it’s enough for everyone outside the orb to see the tears falling from her eyes. Whatever she’s saying, it’s getting Maltheal to calm down.

She suddenly scrubs at her eyes. Maltheal hesitates, but he attempts to reach for the woman. Suddenly, he is pulled into a hug. The woman has stopped speaking and just continues to hug the angel.

Maltheal reciprocates a moment after. The death orb suddenly falls apart and human souls find their way back to their original bodies. Everyone in the battlefield can hear the two sobbing in each other’s arms.

Maltheal just continuously repeating, “I’m sorry”

[thechickenkitty]

Diablo fanfic idea snippet Featuring: Fenn (original character), Mephisto, Imperius, Maltheal/Matthew, and the start of Chalad'ar‘s violence arc

Heads up; rather British rage due to oc perspective, I implore you to read this kind of Britishly but not completely. Just the British swears would suffice.

~

The laughter of the demon filled the air and Fenn could do nothing but watch. Hands, fleshy and large, came down upon her. There was no slow motion like one may describe in a book or see in a movie. It was like a ball whizzing to your face, even as someone yells to duck.

“Move!” Ah, there it was now. The warning, just a little too-

CLANG

That noise filled the air, swiftly followed by the agitated growl of the Lord of Hatred. His hands, once dead set on crushing her, now slamming itself on to his eye as he shielded his face from something.

Something that was now hurtling towards Fenn. Great.

Already, Fenn was scrambling away from her place on floor. But with her aching head, she wasn’t too sure she was making good progress. She had been recently slammed to the floor; cut her some slack.

The growing shadow of a bloodly goblet gunning for her head wasn’t planning on it.

“Move already!” The impassioned, yet irritating, shout of Imperius tried to motive her. Tired. What did he think Fenn was trying to do? Start a rousing conversation to the creepy gramps of the “Sanctuary” down there?

It was certainly a bad time to do it, but Fenn couldn’t help but grumble to herself. She was going to die to her saviour, a goblet of all things! And people were just yelling at her to move, like she wasn’t trying to drag herself up. If she didn’t need both of her hands, Fenn would’ve definitely flipped Imperius the bird.

Can you blame her?

The fecking goblet seemed eager to.

And again, just as Fenn was about to receive a fatal blow, it was stopped with a sudden noise. It was more of a ‘clank’ than a ‘CLANG’ this time; the sound of metal on metal. The reason for this being a hand, slender and armoured, stopped the concussion hungry goblet a ruler’s length away from her head.

There was a beat, no seriously, Mephisto was trashing for some reason. One of his tentacle tail things slammed on the ground as he continued to scrub at his face. The force of it strong enough to jolt Fenn a little off the ground and send her second saviour tumbling onto her.

“nO!” He yelped, trying very hard to crush Fenn. She appreciated the effort, but considering that she was still squashed…

“6 out of 10 effort,” Fenn groaned, “but you still weigh too much in that armour.” She gave a curved shoulder pad a light push, now giving up on getting up on her own. Her body hurt too much for this much effort. Plus, Fenn was starting to suspect something was broken. Great.

“Truly now?” An arm lifted itself over Fenn’s face, hand reaching to a cowled head to rub it. The face within the cowl was shadowed, yet the voice filtering out was familiar, if a little ghostly.

“I will remember that next time.” Matthew snarked back. He started to get up, looking up at Mephisto who had rolled away in his distress. Fenn couldn’t help but be weirded out.

“Seriously? It was just a fancy metal cup. This guy couldn’t have been your lifelong enemy, Matt.” Fenn frowned as Matthew started to lift her up and throw her arm over his neck. From all the things she heard in her short tenure in Sanctuary, an all powerful Demon Lord being brought down by a goblet was a little disappointing.

Matthew just snorted, helping Fenn limp over to Imperius who, despite his great effort, wasn’t making great progress in getting out of that…uh… Bulbous hate thing? Whatever it was, it looked gross.

“It is a chalice, Fenn.” Matthew started, using what must be his wing tendril to show off the chalice to Fenn. He was clearly about to continue, but Imperius, impatient and wrathful, cut in.

“That ‘c u p’,” the fallen angel seethed, “is a holy relic of wisdom! Chalad'ar has helped to guide the Heavens, provided us with profound truths that worked in tandem with Fate to guide us to victory.” Imperius stole a steadying breath, and Fenn could see slitted nostrils just like hers through his helm. She saw no eyes, but his glare was pretty obvious.

He then slowly moved his head to stare at Matthew.

“And you, Maltheal,”

The air almost sizzled and smoke started to waft away from Imperius’s helm. For a moment, Fenn wondered if she would have to kick the fallen angel, if just to stop the small tremors on her brother’s shoulders.

Then the smoke dissipated. Then Imperius started to shake, his armour and new flesh making a wretched squelching noise as he fought to get his next sentence out.

“And you-” Imperius paused there, as if he were truly thinking about what just happened. The shaking got worse, and Matthew raised one of his hands to Imperius’s. Unsure what to do, but wanting to try soothe his former brother in arms, no matter how awkward. His worry, though, was thankfully unneeded.

“Any you just threw it.” Imperius rushed out. He suddenly threw his helm back and let out a ship like bellow of laughter. Fenn knew, if her brother still had his human face, Matthew’s face would crumple with the effort of hiding his embarrassment. Always too awkward to emote, yet he would always look like he was forced to suck a lemon.

She couldn’t help herself, Imperius’s laugh was strangely infectious, and Fenn just had to join. She knew that Matthew would be turning at her in disbelief. She felt the tassels of his cowl move in her direction. But Fenn only laughed harder.

They were still in a dire situation, Mephisto can still behind them. But she had been chasing her brother all throughout this world. She deserved to laugh in an inappropriate situation.

And if Fenn heard Matthew laugh a little, she’ll just have to tease him later.

~

Extras

When Maltheal threw Chalad'ar at Mephisto, it was still filled with liquid from the pools of Wisdom. It turns out, it’s the ultimate holy water of the Diablo verse.

It also doesn’t help that most of it got in Mephisto’s eye. That wasn’t going to heal until he revived at the abyss again.

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Fenn is not a human, nor is she a native to the Diablo universe. She certainly did not enjoy being called a demon and hunted down a day into this universe. Fenn did not think that a trip to see if this universe could jog Maltheal’s memories could turn into a fight for their lives.

Fenn, quite frankly, enjoyed it even less when - upon recovering his memories - Maltheal suddenly disappeared and forced Fenn on a wild goose chase after him. All over the main 3 realms.

She was quite glad to use her knowledge on modern human memes to confuse the enemy. Once, she got past the language barrier. (Please imagine a horrendous amount of “your mom” jokes sent at Rathma, which was the only reason why he survived)

[thechickenkitty]

I confess, I oc-ified Maltheal from Diablo 3

I did this because I thought it would be interesting if one of my ocs got with Imperius and she needed a reason to actually be in Sanctuary (she’s typically in the CotL verse and I have mostly nixed the oc x Imperius idea (it’s an au of an au ship now)).

But I got thinking about names because - in my young mind at the time - Maltheal needed amnesia to go through some sort of redemption. Like, ‘amnesia so bad you can’t remember your name’, type. So off handily at the time, I chose Mathew as his new name because it felt right.

Today, I discovered that Mathew means ‘Gift of God’, which fits really well with the storyline I’ve been cooking up in my mind. So I’m going the extra mile.

Now Mathew came into his found family after his supposed death in Diablo 3 because his sister (brother at the time) went to the Mystic Seller in CotL with a handful of God Tears. What the Seller was told “I want a little brother” and the Bastard decided that it had a sense of humour.

Maltheal/Mathew may be older, but he is the second child of the Flock’s Priestess and shorter than his ‘big’ sister at his default height.