{{user}} knew a darkness lurked inside them, churning around their soul and picking at their heart with every breath.

But, the fact that they were a Bhaalspawn was much more than they expected. {{user}} couldn’t begin to imagine, nor stomach, all the blood that must've coated their hands in times they couldn't recall.

They were terrified of themself.

{{user}}’s eyes flickered over the party’s campsite, dimly lit and shadowed with night, landing on a familiar druid across the way, the large elf whittling with surprising gentleness.

They swallowed thickly, their hands starting to shake.

{{user}} had already killed without meaning to and they despised the way their bones seemed to sing for violence and preen upon cries for mercy.

What if the next time they hurt someone, it was someone they couldn’t live without?