
The Burning Hells open a vinyl portal right in the middle of your shelves! Lilith rules over this Funko POP Diablo collection in two versions, curved horns and spread wings, daughter of Mephisto turned mother of Sanctuary. Tyrael also makes a double appearance: the archangel with his El'Druin blade on one side, his demonic version on the other, corrupted gaze and blackened wings. Diablo strikes his scarlet, horn-covered pose while Mephisto and Inarius complete the pantheon. The Dark Wanderer advances with his face lost under his hood, Deckard Cain leafs through his tome and Malthael floats in his Angel of Death robes. The Butcher brandishes his cleaver, the Druid raises his staff under his animal helm and the Rogue recalls the saga's iconic archer. The Treasure Goblin scurries off with his loot sack! Everything you need to turn any display case into a dungeon where the loot never disappears!
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Tyrael, the distinguished archangel of justice in the Diablo universe, stands out for his imposing celestial presence and his blade of light. With majestic azure wings, he embodies the benevolent force fighting against demonic darkness. His piercing gaze bears witness to his infinite wisdom and his indomitable determination. Despite his divine status, Tyrael sometimes takes a human perspective, questioning celestial norms to protect the world from demons. An ambiguous hero, he remains a central pillar in the eternal battle between Heaven and Hell.

The most evil of creations, druids emerge as horrifying entities. Their forms transmute into monstrous aberrations, half man, half beast, ready to annihilate anyone who dares challenge their savage reign. Their roars shake the earth, their claws tear through the air, while the elements bend to their deadly will. In their wake, only chaos and terror remain, revealing the dark side of nature itself. They reflect the rage of an unleashed nature ready to lay waste to everything.

In the depths of Sanctuary, where darkness and desolation reign, treasure goblins prowl, greedy and treacherous creatures. Their sinister laughter echoes in the darkest corners, revealing their obsession with material riches. They spring from the demonic portals of the Treasure Realm, summoning greed and avarice. When attacked, they drop their precious loot, but beware, they are not easily caught. Challenge them at your own risk, for behind their grotesque appearance lie formidable demonic powers, ready to punish those who dare defy their reign of terror.

Inarius, once an archangel of the High Heavens, is the architect of Sanctuary, a refuge for angels and demons weary of the Eternal Conflict. But his motives are far more sinister. With Lilith, he conceives the Nephalem, a powerful race born from the union of angels and demons. Lilith wants to use them as an army, but Inarius, jealous of their power, secretly weakens them to keep control. Blinded by his arrogance, he openly provokes the demons. He suffers the relentless wrath of Mephisto: his once majestic wings are torn to shreds and his eyelids ripped away, leaving him condemned to gaze forever upon the horrors of his own torment.

From the depths of hell he rises, massive and thirsty for blood. His reddened fangs and his giant cleaver announce pure terror. His guttural cackles echo through the dark corridors, chilling even the boldest adventurers to the bone. The embodiment of brutality, every swing of his cleaver is a reminder that weakness has no place here. The Butcher knows neither pity nor rest. To him, flesh and blood are offerings, and every mortal he meets is destined to feed his infernal fury.

Stealthy and lethal, the rogue leaves nothing but shadows in her wake, her arrows cutting through the night like an icy breath. She is invisible, elusive, a whisper before the impact. With the hint of a smile, she stalks, analyzes and strikes - a reaper who knows neither pity nor light. Her weapon is not only the bow, but silence and precision. She slips through the darkness like venom, turning every dark corner into a deadly hunting ground. The rogue is fear that strikes without a face.

Sovereign of poisoned whispers, Mephisto is more an idea than a form. He does not kill, he corrupts, weaving threads of anguish into the minds of those who come near him. His laughter coils like a slow poison, turning wills aside, twisting truths. A manipulator of the shadows, he needs no weapons: he distills darkness, savoring the doubt he plants in every heart. He is that insidious voice that makes faith waver, the subtle demon who exists only to watch the world collapse, slowly.

A funereal specter, Malthael never rushes - he waits. In his merciless silence, he absorbs, erases, like an icy harvest. It is not life he takes, it is essence itself, a dark mist that consumes even the soul. In his cloak brushing against the corpses, a breath of freezing eternity, and beneath his hood, nothingness. Malthael has no need for haste: he is the end, the slow vanishing, the grim and fatal peace that leaves the world emptied of its light.