Immortal Desires

"Do not forget that you owe me, Raphael, I gave you the Netherese crown only for a debt repaid for the future. I am calling it in. You will allow me safe passage back to Metzoborazin and if the Ascendant should follow me as you say he will then I require protection. I fell for his quick wit and charms quite easily the first time we met. He is much stronger, swifter, and more dangerous. I can not allow myself to slip back into the abyss that I'm trying so hard to climb out of. I will sacrifice my memories as you have asked to veil your name, but I require insurance of my own; a warding spell. With all the power you've accumulated, I am sure you could at the very least warn me of his pursuits."

"Did you ever regret it? Damning all of those souls for him?"

"Do we an accord or not, Devil?"

"You are no fun. Yes, little spawn. You have a deal."

It was five years since Sinil Sorn and her band saved the Sword Coast from the Grand Design, its cruel and vicious villainy at the cusp of coming to fruition. At the beginning of the end of the Illithid empire, Sinil and Astarion began their new rule at the Szarr palace, scraping what they could to rebuild Baldurs Gate after its near destruction.

As time passed Sinil became more closed off from the world she grew fond of. A dilemma sparking amidst the palace; something she knew was not possible rising from the dark depths and bringing chaos to her relationship with her Master.

Would it break the bonds that were forged in the fires of the Underdark or would it snap like cheap metal under too much pressure?

Instead of leaving her fate in the hands of others, Sinil decides to take matters into her own hands. She will do as she has always done; she will save herself.

TRIGGER WARNINGS:
Graphic scenes to follow include but are not limited to mature sex scenes, violence, and emotional triggers. A warning will be advised before the chapter, but please read at your discretion.