"The Flag of the Black King by Erik Sabol (Diablo)

Summary: Having wandered aimlessly for some time, Lachdanan searches for absolution after slaying his ruler, King Leoric.

"And what are you expecting?"

Lachdanan considered the question carefully. "A fair judgment," he said. "And my salvation. I trust now that you have heard my story; you do not consider me a coward, traitor, or murderer."

"You are correct in your assumption," the voice replied. "You are not Lachdanan the Damned, the Weak, or the Traitor."

Lachdanan's spirit soared. He beamed a smile to the heavens and fell to his knees. "Then you will grant me my salvation?"

"Alas," the voice said, "I cannot. Your soul belongs to the Black King."

Lachdanan opened his mouth to speak but found no words. His breaths were short and quick, and his eyes welled with tears. He collapsed to his knees and pleaded with the voice in the sky.

"But I was saved," he whispered.

"I deem you Lachdanan the Forsaken, unfit for salvation," the voice said. "Another casualty under the flag of the Black King.""