====== The Primeviliad ======
Sing, O goddess, the anger of the prime Three, whose evil brought countless ills upon no lesser of beings than the six brave souls who deigned with their own furor to bring to the depths of Hades at last an end.  Many a mortal vessel of these heroes did it release as prey to the fell scavengers of this earth, and many an immortal spirit did it force back to the fighting gates of embattled Harrogath itself, for so were the counsels of Tyrael fulfilled from the day on which twice the Three of warrior's blood took upon their arms so great a burden that had only been tried once before.

Two were given to the ways of Ares and Athena, charging forth at the front of every sword's thrust straight into the midst of the mortal realm's greatest chaos.

From pain vicious and wrath irate the Shield defended the others, and immersed in the depths of fiends so numerous he yet hew his own path in his way, drawing strength from the fury of his every blow.  The soul of a fanatic guided his edge through the heart of foe with confidence not known to even the most insightful haruspex, and his allies drew upon his awesome aura as if he were the very wellspring of courage.

Wanton slaying may be the heir of Ares's will, but Athena's owls strike with a cruel precision truly known only by the few that it does not take, and in just this way were many a fell one shredded by the swift Shadow.  It is the way of the world to bring to each great source of light a balancing darkness, in which our most despised secrets we protect from Rumor's betraying ear; but some challenge this realm to weave it as a protecting cloak against all the harms faced by other creatures, and in this very way did the Shadow lash out from a safety seemingly only nebulous to any other warrior yet more enveloping than night itself.

As the proud lion charges forth unto his prey and the wily snake sinks its deep fangs into another unknowing victim, other dignified beings bring death from afar as gods in their own way; in this way did the others of the Four conduct their craft.

No amount of malevolence tossed shining into a fountain with ill wishes invoked by arcane utterance could hold ground against those curses whispered with gleeful abandon by the Bone.  Even the wretched remnants of those long vacant from this coil had no peace from his forbidden word, and found themselves compelled to offer death and limb to form terrible fortification against the accursed beasts who had sent them walking to Styx from the beginning.

Death being but one instrument of the gods, another formidable conductor chose to make her own the harmony sung by the high chorus of Olympus wrested from their immortal voice.  Plucking the strings of elemental nature, the Staff played a masterpiece that shocked its audience both celestial and mundane; men whose ears caught its howl were but fractions of their former selves, the heavens wept tears burning at the beckoning of the Staff's imperative, and winter's cold grew out of the very wind at her chill touch.

Having endured such bitterness thrown like a strangling net upon their previous battle by Fate itself, the Four had enlisted two more to their cause to become the Six who carried their indomitable right to victory high in their minds.

One learned his ways from Hephaestus, upon the fiery mountain forge laying stone upon steel tempered by the pass of many blazing suns.  The Hammer wielded his name to no small effect, whirling his armament in a furious tornado faster and faster, now striking down ten, now a hundred, now thousands who all lay beaten by the swift blow of what fools call surely nothing more than a blacksmith's tool!

Drawing the strings back, fixing the eye upon the beast, holding a steady aim, and releasing Artemis's swift mark of justice brought many a terrible thing groveling wretchedly before the Fates; such was the path taken in battle by the Bow.  Like a river that first flows as one and then breaks into many a small rivulet, scattering the land between it, the arrow of the Bow fired alone divided its enemy with its own multitudinous army.  No legion of the damned had numbers sufficient to bring pause to the rapid downpour that fell upon them with no mercy.

In this way did the Six who came from all distant bearings of the relentless world of mortals take their quarrel to the Three who came from one familiar place unspeakable to most and loathsome to all.

Just as when, in chaotic storms seas only wreak, against stalwart stone tide undulating bombards itself repeatedly over and over, each time split apart to be cast with impervious solidity aside and away, until finally the crash of waves, with time's inevitable stride as its ally, first in a trickle and soon flowing as freely as the defeated's blood on the sands, opens the tiniest crack into the majestic metropolis and sees great magnificence ruined under its oppressive deluge, so too was the iron strength of the Six first broken by the surging hordes of Evil's unholy swarm.  Not even vengeance's conviction or lightning's fury knew success against the unstoppable tide, and soon both were turned away overpowered to never again aid in Light's grand struggle.

Their arms faltering, their magic cast aside with little more than the slightest glance, the Six against the chaos struggled to bring out of the fray in that familiar town some order, and even as the day grew darker and brought ever more unholy creatures arrayed against them, not once did their focus falter and begin the most innocent whisperings of honey and wine; such unswerving dedication to so noble a cause cannot be lauded by any mere mortal's pen.  Patience tested by an entire lifetime kept their gaze locked on their only viable path, that which is restricted to those who earn the right to write history.

The Six then, in one single concerted act, brought out of the wicked hurricane the eye of the storm, making for themselves a haven of strength, alliance, and the Light, shielding them from the disgusting embodiments of terror gnashing with rotted visage at wherever chance directed their mindless, stuttering gait, and giving them a hold with which to pull the tempest to their own end and push back against the evils.  First of the Three to taste the initial fears of the beginning of Terror's end was none other than the very master himself of that which gnaws brave hearts into hollow shells, incapable of anything more than contemplating the fate they write for themselves.  The Lord of such a black abyss could call upon no blazing fires ardent enough, no argent lightning corrupt enough, no crashing blow furious enough to fight away the swarm that little by little struck away at his form, until at last the evil one succumbed to himself and fled cowardly the realm he had formerly held his vice grip upon.

It is the knowledge of ages that speaks truthfully of time's fleeting nature, which inflicts upon all things, from the venerable pine to the unbreakable stone, the curse of forever reducing into lesser manifestations, with only the memory of the mountains conquered and stood upon existing as any proof of former heights, until inevitably they come to the void of a final destination boundless in emptiness, which only one as evil as a member of the Three could call home.  It was this Evil that next felt the challenge of the Six press upon him, threatening him with the Destruction that should have been his own warning.  Calling upon his feeble minions to bring his namesake upon the Six brought a deterrent too meaningless to even cause a stumble in their stride, and no amount of his trickery led them astray from their righteous purpose.  Consigned to the prison of his own creation in the center of the nothingness, this Evil found himself trapped in the chains of his own wickedness by those he had meant to entrap.

But before the first sublime rays of dawn, cast as shining beacons from across the horizon, could announce their victory and banish the darkness, a familiar cloud gathered itself in front of the light, and the Six who knew Fate's meaning with this latest obstacle drew upon every last ounce of heroism left in their wearied selves to go against the most despicable Evil of them all.  This one drove even the most holiest of life's disciples away from virtue, for his war was waged not against all things, nor even just animals; alas, only among mankind, who out of all life alone are capable of bitter Hatred, did he strive to make sinners out of saints and exile rational thought from great minds.  No, not even the august ones fighting against humanity's unique, worst enemy knew immunity to outbursts of anger spurred by the Evil's viciousness.

Yet even this could not deter the Six from their destiny, and in desperation the Evil called forth souls bound to the earth and too numerous to count, and wailed upon the mortals with every last river of wrath and drop of spite, every bit of scorn and word of malice, every mound of antipathy and piece of disgust, every part of loathing and whole of ire, and every form of odious contempt ever conceived by the most hostile wills, only to have them all rebound and backfire, bringing him and all the pain, suffering, difficulty, strife, hostility, tragedy, anguish, frustration, misfortune, disappointment, disaster, defeat, and loss that had plagued Six mortals the likes of which humanity will never have amongst them again to a great and terrible close.  And the heavens reeled as the entire cosmic battle echoed itself from start to finish once again, and then once more, throughout all the corners of all the planes and dimensions of every Universe; soon quiet, a noise unfamiliar to their ears, at last arrived, and three small fires took their places among the Six, eternally giving off an everlasting warm glow.