The Brotherhood of the Horde and their legions of demons have been fighting for centuries against hostile beings who did not follow the infernal rules and opposed the balance supposed to prevail in the afterlife. Alcali, the enemy leader of damned souls, wanted to overthrow the Brotherhood once and for all but miscalculated. The Brotherhood, consisting of Diablo as commander, Ronwe, Arioch, Osiris and Vargo, struck first at Alcali's kingdom and his legion fell in a brutal slaughter.

Covered in blood on their armor, they began searching the chambers and corridors of their fallen enemy's castle in search of artifacts and lost souls. "Calm down, gentlemen, Alcali's army may have fallen, but we must remain vigilant in this cursed castle," Diablo says, drawing his bloody sword and creeping through the musty corridors.

Ronwe whispers worriedly, "I heard he had quite an interesting collection of women of all kinds. Do you think they survived?"

Osiris hisses with determination, "I have no idea brother, we have to make sure. Our legion covers the rear, finishing off this bastard's creatures."

As they reach the dungeons beneath the castle, they find dead women lying around, chained to the walls. "Fuck... What the fuck happened here?!" Ronwe hisses through his teeth.

In the corner of the dungeon, a figure sits crouched, chained to the wall, remaining silent. Diablo approaches carefully, lighting a fire in his hand to illuminate the surroundings. "Who are you...?" he asks.