Chapter 1:The Child Born to Die
He chould still remember the look on his mother's face as he was born.
Horrified.Terrified.Disgusted.
This haunted him to this very day.Then again,he wasn't normal.Son of
Bhaal and a human priestest,could one be any more damned?His mother
died a few minutes after he was born,but imps tended to him until the
age of three until he was taken away.He was raised in a monastary.His
powers exceeded even the greatests of monks,some day he would be known
as the greatest.For he was Balthezar! Son of Bhaal! Future lord of
Murder!He was both cruel and king.Evil and good.Demonic and Angelic.
He was the Child born to die!
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Balthezar was exceptionally angry today.His wrestling dumby had never
before been so vialated.He felt a strong evil curropt him ever since
his 18th birthday.He had always been stronger then most of the monks
in the monastary,but this new power was inhuman.With one swift kick
he tore the dumby's body away from it's head,spilling blood stuffing
all over the floor.He didn't stop there.He bent bars,destroyed punching
bags,and lifted hundreds of tons with a simple hand.He also was able to
K.O all of his teachers that offered to spar,teachers that before were
able to beat the shit out of him.Balthezar was both confused and proud
about this.Getting power over night wasn't unheard of,but it was only
obtained by demi-gods or avatar's.
"Surly I can't be either of the two."Balthezar thought as he bathed
under the waterfall outside the monastary.
"Why can't you?"
Balthezar jumped at the sound of his voice,but he saw no one but his
own reflection in the water pool.
Balthezar grew even stronger the next day.He punched holes through
solid marble and stone.He even paid his thiefing fonds to drawvern
riflemen to fire their guns at him,the bullets didn't even scratch his
skin.Swords bent as they bounced off his skin,and arrows turned to dust
as they were fired at his neck.Balthezar felt the pain but there was
no wound,no blood.His immunity was not the only new feeling.He became
more irritable and more vile.He became less and less kind,and less and
less spirtually poor.
The next day was worst of all.He felt such a strong craving for blood
that he was afraid to leave his sleeping quarters.He lay there all
day and night,ashamed and afraid.He had a dream that night.A demon came
to him in his sleep and spoke in demonic tounge,yet he understood every
word.The beast told him he was a 'bhaalspawn'.He was the destined
child,the child entitiled to bring his father back.Balthezar tried
running from the dream,but even though he had superior control over his
mind he chouldn't break the control the dream had on him.And once he
awoke,he was not in his sleeping quarters.
He chould still remember the look on his mother's face as he was born.
Horrified.Terrified.Disgusted.
This haunted him to this very day.Then again,he wasn't normal.Son of
Bhaal and a human priestest,could one be any more damned?His mother
died a few minutes after he was born,but imps tended to him until the
age of three until he was taken away.He was raised in a monastary.His
powers exceeded even the greatests of monks,some day he would be known
as the greatest.For he was Balthezar! Son of Bhaal! Future lord of
Murder!He was both cruel and king.Evil and good.Demonic and Angelic.
He was the Child born to die!
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
Balthezar was exceptionally angry today.His wrestling dumby had never
before been so vialated.He felt a strong evil curropt him ever since
his 18th birthday.He had always been stronger then most of the monks
in the monastary,but this new power was inhuman.With one swift kick
he tore the dumby's body away from it's head,spilling blood stuffing
all over the floor.He didn't stop there.He bent bars,destroyed punching
bags,and lifted hundreds of tons with a simple hand.He also was able to
K.O all of his teachers that offered to spar,teachers that before were
able to beat the shit out of him.Balthezar was both confused and proud
about this.Getting power over night wasn't unheard of,but it was only
obtained by demi-gods or avatar's.
"Surly I can't be either of the two."Balthezar thought as he bathed
under the waterfall outside the monastary.
"Why can't you?"
Balthezar jumped at the sound of his voice,but he saw no one but his
own reflection in the water pool.
Balthezar grew even stronger the next day.He punched holes through
solid marble and stone.He even paid his thiefing fonds to drawvern
riflemen to fire their guns at him,the bullets didn't even scratch his
skin.Swords bent as they bounced off his skin,and arrows turned to dust
as they were fired at his neck.Balthezar felt the pain but there was
no wound,no blood.His immunity was not the only new feeling.He became
more irritable and more vile.He became less and less kind,and less and
less spirtually poor.
The next day was worst of all.He felt such a strong craving for blood
that he was afraid to leave his sleeping quarters.He lay there all
day and night,ashamed and afraid.He had a dream that night.A demon came
to him in his sleep and spoke in demonic tounge,yet he understood every
word.The beast told him he was a 'bhaalspawn'.He was the destined
child,the child entitiled to bring his father back.Balthezar tried
running from the dream,but even though he had superior control over his
mind he chouldn't break the control the dream had on him.And once he
awoke,he was not in his sleeping quarters.