Kay, I got some 'splainin to do……

Right. Writers block is a bitch, and unfortunately I was hit just as I was mid-way through this chapter. Seriously, half of this was done in March, but I just… lost the thread . And unfortunately, after that, a great deal of personal issues (which I won't go into as they are rather twisting and boring) made me just not in the mood to write,. I am aware that this is really no excuse, and that I left you all on a cliff hanger for almost 6 months. I apologize profusely, and promise to at least finish this story before disappearing again.

Most likely I will start the next story, though, as I was recently smacked by a billion ideas for this story. Originally I was apprehensive about the sequel because the idea I had was rather unfeasible. My plans have completely changed and work slightly better, so I'm a little happier about writing it. Thanks for sticking with me, everyone!

Yay! Confrontation!

Maharishi: Thanks for reviewing again. Battle scenes…. I've never really written one, and I guess I'm kinda assuming I can't write them. If I can't, which wouldn't surprise me, I'm going to have to learn, as I will be writing several for the sequel. Despite my 'threats' I will probably write the sequel, as I love this story to much to just drop it. I'm just making sure people will actually want to read it, and I'm glad to know you will be. Poor Sarevok…………….he is confused, and no surprise. Oh well, I'm sure he'll figure things out. As for Quinn…… I think you'll under stand him better after this chapter.

Little Megan: Thanks a lot. I try to make her so that you'll feel something for her, be it pity or disgust. I agree with the authors note thing, and you'll note I only really did it once , cause I don't like the idea wither. Hmmm… I ought to go back and change that. I don't even know what I was thinking…..

NybCR: Always nice to have a new reviewer, and yeah, on that chap, I kinda do. And yeah, I changed her hair color during revision because moon elves don't have red hair.

BurningTheMidnightOil: Thank you. I will. I did.

Larsen: Thanks! Always nice to see people have been reading. Baldur's Gate fanfic readers are few, so it's nice to know people are reading. I won't abandon it, promise! The Disco Party is still in production… I think the very characters may revolt if I try it though…..

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……."Hello, Raziel," said Quinn.

Raziel stared at her former lover. He looked…….. the same, only with a certain glow. Red-brown hair still fell lightly over his eyes, though it was no longer lanky from endless travels. His skin was no longer tan from days under the sun, but held a healthy pinkish glow. He wore robes, much richer than those he had worn in life. They were white, while silver trimmings that fell around him naturally, almost looking like a visual representation of his aura.

There was no anger, no malice exuding from him. In her mind Raziel had vilified Quinn, making him into a power-hungry monster that would abandon everything for the promise of godhood. But here, in this place, she could feel no hatred for her former lover.

Beside her, Sarevok growled. Quinn smiled at him. "You are looking well, brother," he said pleasantly to the former Bhaalspawn.

"You're looking…… luminescent today," said Sarevok. Quinn smiled slightly and raised an eyebrow. He was obviously amused, but felt this was not the time for such light-hearted ribbing.

He turned to Raziel, who still stared at him, frozen in his gaze. He smiled sadly and walked towards her slowly, but she did nothing. He stood in front of her, silent, staring into her eyes.

The stood like this for several minutes of silent contemplation.

Then, Raziel slapped him.

While Sarevok was pondering the sanity of slapping a god, Quinn moved a hand up to touch his face where she had slapped him. He smiled.

"I deserved that," he said after a moment.

"You deserve a lot more, you egotistical bastard," she said back calmly.

Quinn was about to respond when a thump, as if a heavy body had fallen, combined with the slightest crash of metal hitting the floor, rang though the Throne. All turned around, to see a slightly flushed and very angry Anomen rising from the floor.

Quinn's smile once more graced his lips. "Ah, Anomen, welcome! I was wondering when you would arrive. Of course, there is a bit of a time lag between one's entrance of the portal and one's arrival here, but I am glad you are finally here."

Anomen stared in confusion. "Quinn?"

Quinn laughed. "Of course, who did you expect? We are at the throne of Bhaal after all, and it is very unlikely that Bhaal himself was going to great you."

Sarevok raised an eyebrow. "As chatty as ever, aren't you."

Quinn ignored the comment, moving closer to Anomen, who had yet to get a word in edgewise. "Now then my old friend, I imagine you've come here in the pursuit of Liaedra, yes?"

"Raziel," the elf in question responded.

Quinn looked at her, his grin momentarily off his face. "Yes…. Raziel." He said, with a mix of regret and distaste on his voice. However when he turned back to Anomen his ever-present smile was once again upon his face.

"Anyway, I do not believe that Liae… I mean, Raziel, will be a problem any longer. I'll have a nice talk with her and make her see the error of her ways and all that. I'm sure my followers will forgive her, as can you knights, yes? You Radiant Heart types are always so accommodating, I really do appreciate that."

Anomen blinked. "You…. you forgive her? But…. But she burned down all your temples! She has done nothing but slander your name since you became a god, and you forgive her!"

Quinn waved his hands. "A slight misunderstanding, that's all this is. She's forgiven, and I'm sure she'll be a model citizen after this. And I really would appreciate it if you would clear her of charges. As a favor top a go of course."

Anomen blinked again.

"Of course, I could have a talk with Helm. Maybe if he asked you…."

Anomen shook his head, a slightly shocked look in his eyes. "No, no, that will… that will not be necessary. I'm sure if this is the will of a god we can… make an exception."

Quinn nodded, then steered Anomen back to the portal from which he had come. "Excellent, Anomen. Thank you my old friend. I'll be sure to add my blessing to the order."

And with that, a still-stunned Anomen was pushed through the portal.

Quinn turned back to his other guests. His grin was still there, nut it was slightly more amused and less overly-cheerful. "There, I suppose that's one less problem you have to contend with."

Sarevok stared at his half-brother. Even he was shocked. "You can just…. do that?"

Quinn shrugged. "I suppose. I am a god after all. All of Raziel's crimes were against me, and not necessarily against anyone else, so if I forgive her I imagine she will be left alone, by the law at least. Of course, she will probably still be disliked by quite a few individuals, but it shouldn't be a problem. Most people will not openly defy a god."

Raziel crossed her arms. "I suppose I ought to thank you."

Quinn raised an eyebrow. "But you won't I imagine."

"What do you expect?"

Quinn sighed, and moved to stand in front of her once again. "Would it help f I said I was sorry?"

Raziel' glare intensified. "I hardly think a simple sorry is enough."

Quinn merely stood in front of her. "There is little more I can do, Raziel. I accept that I am to blame here."

Raziel threw up her arms and turned away from her former lover. "Yes, you are to blame! You left me alone here, after declaring you loved me! I am an elf, Quinn, our love is not given lightly, especially to a human. And you abandoned me in all my times of need. But do you think admitting you were wrong changes any of it? I will always have these scars and memories, and you accepting blame will do NOTHING to alleviate any of that pain."

"I was a godling, weak and in need of a base of power. I could not spend my time saving you, Raziel, I was too busy protect myself."

She turned to him, eyes blazing. "Well, your selflessness was always legendary, Quinn!"

"Stop this," said Quinn, commandingly.

Raziel turned towards him, eyes glaring dangerously. She looked like she was going to attempt to deck the god. Sarevok questioned the intelligence of this move; Quinn looked to be at the end of his godly patience.

"Raziel," he said, in that quiet-yet-intense voice of his. The elf turned to look at him, glaring accusingly, as if the situation was somehow his fault as well. He glared right back, and, after a moment, her angry gaze dimmed, and she frowned despondently. She gave him a slight nod, and turned back to the still-fuming Quinn.

"I'm not helping anything either, am I?" she sighed. "Nothings going to change, no matter what I say, so…. just forget it."

Quinn raised an eyebrow. "How nice of you to realize that."

Raziel rolled her eyes. "I do have my mature moments, you know. Even though I may be stuck in the past most of the time, I think I'm starting to realize that's there's more to my life than revenge for past misdeeds."

She crossed her arms. "I'm not forgiving you, Quinn. Not yet, anyway. I don't think I've moved on enough to do that, and I won't lie to you. Maybe, someday, I will. But that day will take a while. And a lot of ale."

Sarevok coughed to hide his laughter, and Quinn gave him a look over Raziel's shoulder. Then he turned his attention back to his former lover. A small smile spread across his face.

"I believe…. That will suffice for now, Lia… I mean, Raziel."

She nodded and gave him a tentative smile back. He shook his head, smiling as if amused by some stray thought or memory. Then he waved his hand, and a portal appeared behind him.

"I believe the Order will leave you alone. If not, I might just have a talk with Helm." He smirked. "There are advantages to having been a doo-gooder adventurer before becoming a god. Many of the gods respect me, at least, for the deeds I did while helping their followers."

"Still," he continued, "I would at least leave the Athkatla area for a while. I imagine there will still be people, be they knights or misguided adventures, who will feel the need to attack you for revenge in my name. Travel for a while, or go hide somewhere. This time, I promise to try and keep you out of trouble."

She smiled again. "Thank you, Quinn."

He nodded, then turned to Sarevok. "And brother, I trust you will keep yourself alive for a while yet?"

"I'll certainly try," he grunted back.

Raziel met eyes with Quinn, and for a while her gaze lingered. She seemed to be contemplating what could have been. That she returned to what really was, and without another word, turned and walked through the portal. Sarevok headed after her.

"Sarevok," said Quinn suddenly. The former Bhaalspawn stopped and turned to face his brother.

"She still means a lot to me, despite what appearance I might put forth. I left her because I hoped to save her from harm," he said.

"Then tell her that, not me," Sarevok snarled, annoyed.

Quinn rolled his eyes. "I'm telling you so that you understand that I will look after her this time. And if anyone hurts her," and he glared at Sarevok, "anyone at all, I am prepared to make sure they disappear."

Sarevok smirked. "Considering you're the one that devastated her, I wouldn't be talking."

Sarevok turned and headed to the portal. A step away from it, though, he stopped once again.

"I'll watch out for her. Satisfied?"

And before he could hear Quinn's answer, he walked through the portal.

Quinn smiled and shook his head, chuckling. "You deny it, brother, but it's obvious every time you look at her," he said, speaking to no one in particular. "In time, she'll notice it too."

And he disappeared, leaving only the darkness.

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Un chapter left! The end! The epilogue! Hurray! Hurrah!

Its half done at this point, so it shouldn't take another 6 months. Promise. Pinky swear!

And if I disappointed anyone with the whole I-didn't-kill-or-horribly-maim-Quinn-who-all-of-you-hate, then… well, geez, people, haven't you read enough fanfiction! Revenge never solves anything. Well, yeah, I guess it sometimes does, but I wanted Raziel to decide she's better than that. Besides, I need Quinn for the next two stories, and I promise something bad will happen to him. He he he….