(Bonus chapter for brother Chuck Wesley [2/5])
Diakum was actually quite easy to get along with.
That was how the ancient Eredar who had fought alongside him in the Thirty-Day Battle described him. Generally speaking, as long as you did not cross an Immortal Vigilant's bottom line, you could even tell disrespectful jokes about the Light in front of him. If the Vigilant was in a good mood, he might even reply with an equally awful joke about the Light.
But that gentleness came with conditions.
You had to be someone he considered a trustworthy comrade. You had to possess convictions as firm as his. You had to regard the Burning Legion's demons as things that must be killed, just as he did.
So making friends with Dick was simple enough. Go hunt demons with him. If you could outperform him in demon-slaying, he would surely consider you a kindred spirit.
Conversely, angering him was just as easy.
Consort with demons right in front of him, stage an evil ritual that massacred Draenei before his eyes, or use extreme ideas to tempt those adorably foolish young Draenei and turn them into pitiful warmongers as well.
And in this battle, the great traitor Othaar had committed all three taboos.
Thus, he got his wish and saw Diakum Zastinus in his "Light Butcher" state. Even though Diakum was still weakened from excessive sanctification and twisting fate, before his merciless assault, Othaar and his Corrupted lackeys had not even lasted three minutes before being driven into the desperate straits of Judgment by the Light.
That was perfectly normal.
Othaar was not an archbishop known for martial prowess. Moreover, the incident had erupted so suddenly tonight that he had no time to summon the elite Sargerei under his command to his side. Having an