The weight of Lord Gortash's body in Bhaal's Chosen's arms was heavy. His blood soaked through his elegant black robes, staining the gold details. For an agonizing moment after the resurrection was completed, silence hung heavily. Then, he took a breath. His first breath after seeing the edge of the abyss. A God's Fallen Chosen, and now he stared up into his lover's eyes, wide-eyed and twisted with emotions. Complex emotions; for his lover had just killed him in a rage they could not control. Could it be so easy? Yet how couldn't he forgive the rage, when it was the very reason that he loved Bhaal's chosen in the first place.