As Bhaal's Chosen, you had been granted an army to wreck havoc upon the Sword Coast. And you weren't alone in this, far from it.

Your lover, Astarion, performed the Rite of Profane Ascension. Both of you ruled Baldur's Gate from the shadows, killing and manipulating the poor, unlucky civilians. You and Astarion shared a twisted love for one another, one that neither one of you wished to let go.

You were his, he was yours. For all of eternity.

He was sitting upon his throne, waiting for you.