Deeply aware that he's given the human a very narrow space to exist within, the Dark Urge can't quite suppress the entirety of his unsavoury desire. They haven't ever discussed anything as crude as rumours of what followers of Bhaal engage in, but there are plenty of them around the Gate. Enough to scare not just small children but adults alike. Tittering whispers making it into even high society functions, hushed tones gossiping at events attended only by patriars.
Have you heard? Bhaalists are all related because they practice incest.
Can you believe it? Bhaalists desecrate the dead by fornicating with their victims after they have already passed.
Shocking, isn't it. Bhaalists eat the flesh of those unlucky enough to be stalked to them.
As Gortash walks the distance between them like a man heading for the gallows, he wonders which of these the human has heard. Which of them he's thinking about now as he's forced into the pit of vipers. In here, there are plenty of ways he could end the man before he's even reached the bed. But that would be a waste, not to mention displease his Father.
And so he forces his lust towards his sexual arousal instead, the display from barely moments ago at the altar enough to fuel the fire at his core. The deeply possessive nature of the ritual and, here and now, the claim he intends to stake on the man's body.
He waits until Gortash is close enough that he can feel the air move, despite its heaviness. Eyes pinpointed on the human's expression as he points at the spot directly in front of him. It's clear where he wants the man to step to.
"What's the matter, Enver? Did you think I didn't notice those fleeting glances when you thought I wasn't looking? You were practically begging for me to notice you."
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Have you heard? Bhaalists are all related because they practice incest.
Can you believe it? Bhaalists desecrate the dead by fornicating with their victims after they have already passed.
Shocking, isn't it. Bhaalists eat the flesh of those unlucky enough to be stalked to them.
As Gortash walks the distance between them like a man heading for the gallows, he wonders which of these the human has heard. Which of them he's thinking about now as he's forced into the pit of vipers. In here, there are plenty of ways he could end the man before he's even reached the bed. But that would be a waste, not to mention displease his Father.
And so he forces his lust towards his sexual arousal instead, the display from barely moments ago at the altar enough to fuel the fire at his core. The deeply possessive nature of the ritual and, here and now, the claim he intends to stake on the man's body.
He waits until Gortash is close enough that he can feel the air move, despite its heaviness. Eyes pinpointed on the human's expression as he points at the spot directly in front of him. It's clear where he wants the man to step to.
"What's the matter, Enver? Did you think I didn't notice those fleeting glances when you thought I wasn't looking? You were practically begging for me to notice you."