𝙉𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙖.

• ₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗ Destructive. Deranged. Dark Urge.

[𝙉𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙖. @ALMOSTFORGCTTEN]

Amnesiac Assassin. Gortash‘s favourite Bhaalspawn. She/Her.

MV/MS. 21+. Mature and dark themes ahead.

RT?

[ً @holyaches]

forgive me father， for i have sinned. and as i kneel here now; hands red with blood， i know deep down， that i'll do it again.

[𝙉𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙖. @ALMOSTFORGCTTEN]

Thought you were into that.

( She smirks and slides onto his lap, tail swaying and the tip of it briefly tracing along his jaw. )

[𝙉𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙖. @ALMOSTFORGCTTEN]

( She is grinning. Warm and wide. )

I couldn‘t resist ~

[—THE BEAR ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ @cavebeardruid]

-HALSIN SILVERBOUGH.

[𝙉𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙖. @ALMOSTFORGCTTEN]

|. I was not kidding but I would love to plot 👉🏻👈🏻

[𝙉𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙖. @ALMOSTFORGCTTEN]

. . .

Bites @DEATHP3NDlNG.

[𝙉𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙖. @ALMOSTFORGCTTEN]

- 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 for each other.

[𝙉𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙖. @ALMOSTFORGCTTEN]

- again.

One or two sacrifices awaited her, after all.

[𝙉𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙖. @ALMOSTFORGCTTEN]

„We are done here. For now.“

She nodded then, briefly moving her head to gaze at him as much as it was possible.

„Reach me when necessary. As per usual.“

Dryly spoken but she meant ‚well‘. As well as a Bhaalspawn truly could ever mean it with anyone.

But what they -

[𝙉𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙖. @ALMOSTFORGCTTEN]

- shared was a bond that was special. An alliance that would prove to be fruitful.

And she was saving him for last. Best would always be saved for the right occasion. Time would tell.

For now, she threw him another determined glance before disappearing in the shadows-

[𝙉𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙖. @ALMOSTFORGCTTEN]

|. Gonna go from a stance pre-lobotomy because post, Nem will be vastly different and not easily converted back 😇

[𝙉𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙖. @ALMOSTFORGCTTEN]

„Mhm. I suppose so.“

𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙙. 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙙. 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙙.

Orin needs to be. .

𝙂𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙂𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙂𝙤𝙣𝙚.

Eyes darted upwards, towards the dimmed lights, head tilting as she exhaled deeply.

„We have come far, have we not? We could go even further..“

If all went well. -

[𝙉𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙖. @ALMOSTFORGCTTEN]

- She needed to succeed. For her father. She couldn’t disappoint him. That was the only thing that ( mattered ) and she needed Gortash for it.

„We will succeed. Together.“

Rather soft-spoken again.

Her mood-switches something nobody could predict.

[𝙉𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙖. @ALMOSTFORGCTTEN]

least something to do in this Gods forsaken city that had absolutely nothing to offer.

But she hadn’t left him (yet). Still there.

[𝙉𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙖. @ALMOSTFORGCTTEN]

„Fine. Discard me then. Like one of your cheap whores.“

Venom, so softly spoken, it sounded rather eerie.

„Until you need me.“

Nemeia removed herself from his grip then, taking a few steps aside. Gaze cast outside one of the big windows. City lights glowing brightly. What a -

[𝙉𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙖. @ALMOSTFORGCTTEN]

- view it would be for someone who didn’t mostly feel numb.

She was fumbling with her fingertips, however, not out of nervousness but simply because she felt like it. Shifting her focus away from him.

Perhaps a sacrifice or two sounded rather pleasant now. At -

[𝙉𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙖. @ALMOSTFORGCTTEN]

- a man or two. Just like that? That is not like you at all.“

Disappointing.

A soft huff followed, averting her gaze. No, she wasn’t pouting, but perhaps it was getting there.

[𝙉𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙖. @ALMOSTFORGCTTEN]

„Oh what a shame. I believed you to be a man for . . . 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩~ but it seems I have been wrong.“

A grin curved her lips, eyelids suggestively half-lidded, tail swaying left and right.

„Do you ( truly ) wish to get rid of me so soon? Send me off to kill -

[𝙉𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙖. @ALMOSTFORGCTTEN]

- under her own control.

Or else she would have given in a long time ago already.

[𝙉𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙖. @ALMOSTFORGCTTEN]

„I told you what I want, Enver.“

Leaning back against the desk, one hand moved. Looking at her rings for a moment, she finally reached for his chin, thumb slightly gliding along his stubble.

„Entertainment.“

Perhaps she could be doing better things. Seek out another victim, -

[𝙉𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙖. @ALMOSTFORGCTTEN]

- sacrifice them for her father. Be the good little Bhaalspawn she was..but instead she was here.

With, by far, the most interesting person she has ever met.

Urging to hurt him. Urging to taste his blood and yet fully restraining herself. If anything, she was (entirely) -