A/N: As much as I loved nwn2, I didn't really like the ending. So I thought I'd write about after the OC. Be forwarned I'm a Bishop fangirl. Basically it's what I think happened to Bishop and the PC after the OC. Please review, I'd love feedback.

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Chapter 1: Alone

Celene

I scanned my surroundings warily, looking for someone who lived in the Planes was dangerous enough, especially when you were not sure where you were. But I was determined. I would make them all pay. But perhaps I should explain what happened after the battle against the King of Shadows…

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The chamber started to collapse around us. I was already wounded from the battle, a gash deep in my side. There was a great rumble and broken pieces of an arch blocked the only entrance into the chamber.

"Lass, what do we do?" Khelgar shouted anxiously over the ominous rumbling.

My eyes fell on the still glowing portal. That was our only way out, and I had no idea when it would lead. Time seemed to almost freeze for a moment, as I looked at each of my remaining companions. Then, for a second, my mind turned to him. He betrayed you. Another voice in my mind said. Forget about him. But I could not.

"Let's go." I said, gesturing to the portal.

Khelgar leapt through it first, then the rest of them. Casavir was last, shooting me a look that I did not know how to interpret.

As I dodged some of the rubble that fell from the ceiling, a paused and looked back at the caved in entrance. Had he made it out okay? Then somewhere inside a coldness seemed to grow, what did it matter? He did not really care about me. I unclasped the cloak around my neck and threw it on a nearby statue. I dropped the Silver Sword. I wanted nothing more to do with it. It tore everything in my life apart, gave me responsibilities and tied me up in snares I could not get out of.

There was a last groan as the entire ceiling gave way, I fled through the portal and was greeted with a flash of bright light and then darkness.

When I awoke, I was alone and there was a rough bandage around my side. I was aware of a hissing sound around me. I could feel the heavy shackles around my wrists. I heard a deep chuckling somewhere to my left, but my head was still fuzzy and I could not quite focus on anything. And thus began nearly six months of torture.

I will spare the majority of the details, considering the fact I have no wish to relive any of it again. But let me say this, whoever my assailant was, they knew how to torture and no small detail was spared. They were not wrong when they said that demons knew how to torture.

I hung on the edge of death for nearly four out of those six months. But time had not meaning for me. There was only pain, it was only after I found out how long it had been. One thing kept me alive. Revenge.

My torturer's name was Mezzedrel, or so he said. A planar being, a cambion I soon identified, a half demon.

Any pain, or humiliation he could think of, he put me through it. Even going so far as to dangle me into a pit of Shadow Mastiffs, they leapt and snapped at my head, as he hung me upside down. Deep in my subconscious, I was making a tally. I was counting the things he did, but consciously I was just trying to die.

"Hello, precious. How did you sleep?" His mocking voice called out from the shadows.

I felt my breath in rasps, my chest was burning. One thing was on my mind, escape. But I had a feeling death would be easier than escape.

He took out a small dagger, one I had grown to hate. It had a minor acid enchantment. My skin blistered when the blade was run over the skin on my arms, and the blade had not even broken the skin. The burning slowly grew unbearable. I felt myself cry out in pain. The blade was taken away from my arm.

"Already, precious? But I'm only starting." There was a vicious grin plastered on his face.

Gods I hated him. But the Gods had abandoned me, hadn't they?

I faded into the blackness of unconsciousness. I think twice I stirred from it, only to fall back to the darkness once more.