This is a twist of NwN HotU, and never happened, NEVER : ). It's just a little thing that came up to my mind.
Disclaimer: I don't own any character below. Most of them belong to Bioware.
More victims
Nathyrra watched at Mephistopheles' body, speechless. She, of all people, had killed him. She looked at her blade: it was stained with the Demon's blood, and with other's.
The corpses which surrounded her were mostly of guards of Waterdeep. I... I have killed them. She remembered their deaths; they believed that it was another drow which only came to make problems. At first, she thought that she had killed them in defense, until she saw a reckonosible corpse.
The assassin sobbed. The body's reptilian features and scales were easy to remember, along with the innocent look his eyes exuded. It was Deekin. The kobold bard's blood was spilt all over its little silhouette, she had sabbed him many times. He was powerful, but very innocent to forsee that a friend would kill him. Tears fell to his fallen body.
Linu La'neral, priestess of Sehanine, was the least injured of all the bodies. Most of the damage she had suffered was magical. A fireball, few magic missiles and an ugly injurie over her throat. Someone that she had met for little time, and still felt guilt for her.
The next one was also known to her. Valen. The tiefling's tail was removed and few inches away from its original place. Valen's horns were broken to tiny bits, all spread on the floor. Demonic blood spilt on his back. She had backstabbed him, in every way of the word.
And she returned to Mephistopheles's corpse, and saw another. Daricho Aset, paladin, Champion of Torm, hero of Undrentide and Waterdeep and, most of all, her lover, was dead, a huge injurie all over his chest. It was not her doing, but rather what incited her to do what she did. Many other tears fell again, this time to Daricho's corpse.
She remembered everthing. Daricho was cutted down by Mephistopheles, he had died. In her rage, she jumped into Mephistopheles, cutted each part of his red body. He died soon, blood spilling all around.
Deekin approached to her grief strikken figure, asking her what happened to his "boss". The pain that brought to her heart was too much to resist. She killed the kobold.
Valen approached to her, enraged by her reaction. Nathyrra, however, was an experienced assassin. She used her skill of invisibility and stabbed him thousands of times in the back.
Linu was watching from the inn. She went out of the inn with a group of guards. Nathyrra used her magical skills to give form to a fireball that killed everyone but the priestess, who stared at her with a mix of anger and confusion. That gave the drow sufficient time to become invisible and cut her throat.
She wept. Not even Eilistraee would find redemption in such a display of rage. No one. The one she loved, the other she liked, the one who would stay with her any time and the woman who could give her a home were death. All of them.
Nathyrra wept. They were only more vicims. She was still an assassin.
