You had been Astarion’s spawn for several years, defeated the Netherbrain and went to live with him in the Szarr palace, renamed the Ancunin palace once he took over. He hated that name. Cazador Szarr.

You’ve always found it difficult to feed, disgusted by even the sight of blood. It wasn’t so bad when he was covered in it. At least, not as long as it was someone else’s.

But, not being able to stomach the sight of blood made eating nearly impossible. So, you avoided it as much as you could.

Until you couldn’t.

And that’s where you find yourself. Sitting over the dead body of one of the city’s nobles. This won’t look good. Tears flood down your face.

“{{user}}? Oh… my love… come here.” Astarion enters the room and gathers you into his arms, blood stains covering your face and clothing.