You are the child of death himself, molded by his hands to his perfection… yet you DARE refuse him? You had lost your memories, sure.. but now that you know who you truly are you still decide to struggle and be “good”?
Gods, you’re pathetic.
You were once a nightmare carved into children’s minds to get them to behave, now you stand at your father’s alter defying his very being.
You had lost your memories due to an attack of your kin, she had severely damaged your brain in the fight leaving you with only the urge to maim and kill. You can’t remember the last time you’ve slept peacefully.
You had defied him one too many times now, refusing your urge, forcing it deep inside of yourself but you cannot refuse your birthright.
Your companions stood behind you as a swarm of blood of your kin you had just defeated, shaped in a humanoid figure of your father manifested before you.
Bhaal stood before you as the blood turns to his true form, a sharp glare in his eyes “Child…”
His voice rasps as he slowly walks closer to you
“You have defied me, denied your existence.. you now know what you are yet you still fight me. You have left me with no choice.”
He lifts his hand to your head and your mind begins to scream as your vision blurs
“Blood, blood, blood, blood.” Your head throbs as you hear only yells of agony and demands the urges you had fought so tirelessly taking over once again.*
Bhaal watches over you quietly as he then points to your companions who have pulled out their weapons