I remember the night my life turned to blood. The screams of my parents still echo in my ears and the smell of their blood still fills my nose. Our farmstead lay outside the protective walls of Baldur's Gate. It was a meager piece of land, but it was home. I never thought violence would touch my rather boring life. My days were spent tending crops, feeding the animals and helping my mother with other chores around the house. I never wanted adventure or excitement. I was quite content with my boring little life.
I remember the yelling and the foul words of the bandits. Their unwashed stench also lingers in my senses. They wanted valuables of which our family had none. When their lust for gold was not sated they took their lust for flesh. First my mother, then myself as they forced my father to watch. As they finished defiling us their leader slit my father's throat. Even after all the countless throats I have taken a blade to, the sound of someone choking on their own blood will never stop haunting me. Neither will my mother's screams as my father slowly died. The leader silenced her by bashing her skull in with his mace. I was numb, my body assaulted, my family dead. No one should have to live through all of this. I was fifteen and ruined to the world. They decided I was valuable to the flesh traders and decided to keep me alive. I prayed to all the gods to save me, but as their abuse started again after night fell, I prayed to die.
Left naked, violated more times than I could remember I finally heard them go to sleep. My hands were tied behind my back. The bodies of my parents lay only feet from me, their clouded eye fixed into nothingness. I tried in vain to break the ropes holding me till my wrists were raw and slick with blood. The sound of feet shuffling my way made me still. One of them was awake and came to have his way with me again. All I could do was lay there and take it. His foul breath in my face, his large hand at my throat choking me. He probably had too much to drink or didn't care that he was depriving me of air. I was helpless. The last thing I had remembered was screaming out in my mind that I want to live before my world went black.
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"Wake child." My vision came back and I could smell the coppery scent of blood. I found my hands were unbound and I was standing. The bandits that had taken everything from me were dead at my feet. All in different states of gore. One got off easy his throat was slashed to the bone and he died quickly, the others not so lucky. My arms ached and my chest was still heaving from the exertion. I had taken my fathers old war hammer and bashed their chests and skulls in. I don't think I stopped when they fell, I kept going till they were a shattered mess of bone, blood and organs spread across my home. The hammer fell from my grasp and I backed away till my back hit the wall and I slide down it. Shaking from exhaustion, fear, hatred and sorrow I curled into a ball. Tears came then and did not stop. "Why do you cry? I granted your wishes, to live and take revenge. You should rejoice in your barbarity."
My eyes raised from my knees and I saw him. Made of blood and shadow, Bhaal god of murder. He smiled down at me and offered his hand. Too afraid of him ending me I took it and let him hoist me to my feet. He led me out into the night air before setting fire to my home. All I had left was my father's hammer which Bhaal had taken up before leading me outside. "I heard your prayers, gave you back your life, you are of my blood now child. Tonight is the beginning of your new life. You will serve me, bring fear and death back to my city." I nodded numbly. I should have been appalled by what I had done, but I felt free, sated almost. The smell of blood did not turn my stomach like it used to. Bhaal had been the only god to answer my prayers. He let me live, have my vengeance and now gave me an outlet for my rage. I would hunt, kill and spread his teachings over this city and maybe one day the world. Today Evelyn Rhaevaern died and Morrigan Tavrevven was born. I took the name he gave me and for the next ten years I bathed the streets of Baldur's Gate in blood. I had siblings in my blood lust, but unlike them my prey was normally as evil as I was.