Bhaal Demands- Part 1
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+A through F › Baldur's Gate
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
21,728
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Baldurs Gate, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Viconia was lying in her tent, writing up the tenants of her master. She had modeled it slightly after the system used by her people, a cutthroat system that forced the new Lord of Murder's followers to remain always vigilant for threats from others while striving to attain greater power in the hierarchy. Viconia had spent some time working on thinking up a new name for her master as well, it was just starting to get annoying going around and having to refer to him as the Lord of Murder all the time.
He wouldn't even let her say his old name. At times he would almost deny that there was a time when he was mortal. So Viconia, as writer of his laws, was given the added responsibility of naming him. She knew she had to get it right, she saw what happened when someone failed the Lord of Murder. She knew what happened when someone failed a god.
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"Viconia, concentrate", Inolt pleaded with her little sister," if mother learns that you haven't mastered this, she will beat us both." Viconia looked at her older sister and only grinned. She knew her mother would use that cruel whip of hers on Inolt, but not her. Viconia knew that and was doing her best effort to bring down her mother's wrath.
"Are you even listening? No of course you are not", Inolt then threw her arms in the air and flailed them about as she stormed out of the room, no doubt to cry Viconia thought. Then, when she was sure no one was looking, Viconia willed herself all the way to the top of the ceiling andbbedbbed the token at the very top. When the Matron learned that Viconia had finally mastered levitation without Inolt's so called help, she would be guaranteed a seat at her mother's right hand to witness the beating. Maybe she would even get the chance to use the whip.
Viconia, now eight, was thought to be behind in her mastery of the fundamental arts. The truth was she had progressed far beyond those points, having already communed with Lolth for a few spells. The reason no one was aware of her power was that she had no desire to stop the constant assault that Inolt was being put under. Viconia had almost become a snitch, Inolt would fail and then Viconia would inform her mother.
So as Viconia rushed down the hallway to her mother’s room, she was stopped by a sound.
A gasp.
Viconia, puzzled, inched towards the door. Looking inside at what was transpiring, she saw Inolt being crushed by scrawny little servant. Viconia was no fool and knew right away what was occurring, Inolt was coupling with a smelly servant. She had the urge to run down to her mother’s room and tell about both Inolt’s failure to teach her how to levitate and what she’d rather be doing. Yet for some reason, Viconia was petrified.
The servant had one of her sister’s nipples in his mouth and was crudely sucking on it. His flimsy hand was massaging her left breast, kneading it like dough. All the while his scrawny frame pounded into Inolt without even a trace of rhythm. The deed was mercifully quick and after the shock had worn off, Viconia had no desire to tell on Inolt, seeing as she had suffered enough today. Yet, Viconia was slow in walking away from the door and heard what Inolt said next.
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Viconia stopped herself from continuing, her mind still awash with memories. Every since the Lord of Murder had messed around in her head, memories long forgotten had begun to popup. The emotions that came with them were nasty; each reminded her of why she left the Drow, why she had left Lloth.
“And why you’ll leave me”, a mildly amused voice interjected. Viconia spun around and looked surprised, though she truly wasn’t.
“Viconia, why do you hide from your memories? Is it guilt? I can’t have my high-priestess feeling guilty over someone’s death.”
“I don’t feel guilty!”
“Really”, the voice of Lord of Murder was the last thing Viconia remembered as she fell into darkness.
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Inolt was bound and naked upon the altar. Matron of the House Valsun stood above her lifeless corpse, bloody sacrificial dagger in her hand. No spiders rushed out to spare the young women. Viconia had almost wished some had. For seeing her dead sister left a bitter taste in the back of her mouth and the knowledge that she’d caused this. Viconia hadn’t needed to tell the Matron of Inolt’s words. Still, she had and now her sister, the only person in the entire family that really seemed to care for her, was dead. How alone and hated Viconia felt now now.
He wouldn't even let her say his old name. At times he would almost deny that there was a time when he was mortal. So Viconia, as writer of his laws, was given the added responsibility of naming him. She knew she had to get it right, she saw what happened when someone failed the Lord of Murder. She knew what happened when someone failed a god.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________
"Viconia, concentrate", Inolt pleaded with her little sister," if mother learns that you haven't mastered this, she will beat us both." Viconia looked at her older sister and only grinned. She knew her mother would use that cruel whip of hers on Inolt, but not her. Viconia knew that and was doing her best effort to bring down her mother's wrath.
"Are you even listening? No of course you are not", Inolt then threw her arms in the air and flailed them about as she stormed out of the room, no doubt to cry Viconia thought. Then, when she was sure no one was looking, Viconia willed herself all the way to the top of the ceiling andbbedbbed the token at the very top. When the Matron learned that Viconia had finally mastered levitation without Inolt's so called help, she would be guaranteed a seat at her mother's right hand to witness the beating. Maybe she would even get the chance to use the whip.
Viconia, now eight, was thought to be behind in her mastery of the fundamental arts. The truth was she had progressed far beyond those points, having already communed with Lolth for a few spells. The reason no one was aware of her power was that she had no desire to stop the constant assault that Inolt was being put under. Viconia had almost become a snitch, Inolt would fail and then Viconia would inform her mother.
So as Viconia rushed down the hallway to her mother’s room, she was stopped by a sound.
A gasp.
Viconia, puzzled, inched towards the door. Looking inside at what was transpiring, she saw Inolt being crushed by scrawny little servant. Viconia was no fool and knew right away what was occurring, Inolt was coupling with a smelly servant. She had the urge to run down to her mother’s room and tell about both Inolt’s failure to teach her how to levitate and what she’d rather be doing. Yet for some reason, Viconia was petrified.
The servant had one of her sister’s nipples in his mouth and was crudely sucking on it. His flimsy hand was massaging her left breast, kneading it like dough. All the while his scrawny frame pounded into Inolt without even a trace of rhythm. The deed was mercifully quick and after the shock had worn off, Viconia had no desire to tell on Inolt, seeing as she had suffered enough today. Yet, Viconia was slow in walking away from the door and heard what Inolt said next.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________
Viconia stopped herself from continuing, her mind still awash with memories. Every since the Lord of Murder had messed around in her head, memories long forgotten had begun to popup. The emotions that came with them were nasty; each reminded her of why she left the Drow, why she had left Lloth.
“And why you’ll leave me”, a mildly amused voice interjected. Viconia spun around and looked surprised, though she truly wasn’t.
“Viconia, why do you hide from your memories? Is it guilt? I can’t have my high-priestess feeling guilty over someone’s death.”
“I don’t feel guilty!”
“Really”, the voice of Lord of Murder was the last thing Viconia remembered as she fell into darkness.
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Inolt was bound and naked upon the altar. Matron of the House Valsun stood above her lifeless corpse, bloody sacrificial dagger in her hand. No spiders rushed out to spare the young women. Viconia had almost wished some had. For seeing her dead sister left a bitter taste in the back of her mouth and the knowledge that she’d caused this. Viconia hadn’t needed to tell the Matron of Inolt’s words. Still, she had and now her sister, the only person in the entire family that really seemed to care for her, was dead. How alone and hated Viconia felt now now.