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A Little Distraction

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Tav’s had enough of the abundance of planning Enver has committed himself to. She decides to take matters into her own hands to draw his attention to something more… entertaining.

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Just a little something to hold myself over until I finish the final chapter of The Night Shift 🙈

Tav watched from a stained glass window as the sun started to set below the city’s skyline. The colorful panes reflected a few rays of the day's last light onto the floor below, hues of red and yellow sparkled against the wooden boards. It was another late night with Lord Gortash, his office had become like a second home by now, much warmer than the temple. Gortash remained at his desk most of the day, enjoying her silent company. He occasionally asked for her thoughts during his meticulous planning, answered in usually a couple of short words before she returned to her voided stare across the city. Only until the sun disappeared beyond the horizon did he finally leave his desk to give her proper attention. The pair had reached the final hour of their invasion, most days spent fine tuning their strategy, some less productive night spent in bed together. Tav knew her sister was becoming more volatile by the day, it would be foolish to assume she wasn’t plotting to usurp her position as the Chosen of Bhaal. However cowardly it was to hole herself up within Lord Gortash’s office, she didn’t mind. A fight would be imminent, necessary in fact, in order to secure her birthright. For now she waits to anticipate Orin’s next move, keeping a cautious eye on her movements within The Gate.

It had become a bit of a bore though, wordlessly sitting by his window each day as he scribbled on parchment behind her. Jumping down from her perch, Tav made her way behind the lordling in his chair. She snaked her arms around Enver’s neck, laying her head against his as she looked over the maps scattered across his desk.

“Let’s take a break, shall we?” She said in a seductively low voice next to his ear. Gortash frowned and continued with his work, “You’ve hardly contributed today.” He scoffed.

“There’s nothing left to do! We’ve accounted for every possible deviation from the strategy, you’ll start to go mad spending another night staring over these maps.” She said with a whine. Gortash brought his fingers to the bridge of his nose, pinching the bridge in frustration.

“Another hour. Then you’ll have my attention.” He said shortly, laying a hand on her arm before returning his gaze to the desk. A worthless compromise, Tav was sure her own mind would rot if she had to wait for another hour. It was common for Gortash to be the last to quit for the day, working until his hands grew numb from gripping his quill, ink pots cluttering his space. If it was truly so difficult to tear him away from his desk, perhaps she should do it herself.

Circling his desk, Tav dipped down below the table top and sat in between his knees. Enver paid her no mind as she ran her hands along his thighs, her clawed nails sending shivers down the lordling’s spine. Only until she began fumbling to unclasp his belt did he cock an eyebrow at her, his gaze unreturned as she focused on freeing him from his trousers. Tav looked up to watch for his reaction as she reached into his pants through his underwear, massaging at his growing cock with a gentle hand. Gortash let out a short breath as she worked her hand along his shaft, bringing it up to press a soft thumb against his tip. She felt him hardened in her hand as she stroked his shaft and teased his head with her fingertips. Even as his heart began to race at the slow, languid movements, Gortash clenched his jaw and let out a short curse before returning to his work. His attempt to ignore her only spurred her on as she freed him from his trousers, the considerable length springing out and slapping against his stomach. With a hum of amusement, Tav brought her mouth around the head, swirling her tongue over beads of pre cum before swallowing him entirely. She relished in his taste, letting out another satisfied hum as she bobbed up and down his length. Enver let out a deep groan as he was engulfed in the wet heat of her throat. His hand moved to a tight grip on the chair’s arm, his nails making shallow grooves into the wood in an effort to hold himself back, hiding his desperation. Tav picked up her pace, pumping her fist along what she couldn’t fit in her mouth.

“Couldn’t wait another hour?” Gortash gritted through his teeth as he raked a hand through her hair, gripping onto the base of her curved horn. Tav gave a gentle shake of her head to indicate, no, she absolutely couldn’t wait. Enver let out a chuckle at her impatience, succeeded by a sharp inhale as her teeth grazed against his skin. The mix of pleasure and pain sent a roaring wave of arousal through his body, his mind screamed for more of her mouth, her touch, her taste. Tav could hear his frustration through the reserved groans he let out, the room filling with lewd sounds as she sloppily fucked him with her fist. Enver glanced down underneath the desk and she returned his gaze through half lidded eyes as she devoured him, the dizzying sensation causing Enver to thrust his hips against her mouth. Tav started to choke as she felt the tip press against the back of her throat, looking up at Enver in a plea for him to be gentle. Instead she was met with a devilish smirk as his eyes darkened at the scene in front of him, clouded by a thick aura of desire.

“Gods, your mouth feels divine.” He let out breathlessly, looking down at her with a sinful expression. Enver took advantage of her willing submission, wrapping his hands around the dark horns on her head, pushing her to take him further, deeper into her mouth. Gortash let out a guttural moan as he slammed her mouth down onto his cock. Using her horns for leverage, his hands moved in a rhythmic motion to drive himself deeper with every pump. Enver’s show of dominance only spurred Tav on as she moaned around his length, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine. She surrendered to his bruising pace and hollowed out her cheeks as she sucked and swallowed his length, running her tongue along the ridges of his soft skin.

“That’s it. You take me so well, my dear.”

Tav whimpered as he stuffed her mouth with his thick cock, feeling her own heat shudder for attention at his soft praise. Enver’s composure started to slip as he watched her hand disappear between her thighs, her moans around his cock growing louder as she worked her delicate fingers around her clit. An intense pressure began to rise in the pools of Enver’s stomach, threatening to spill over if Tav continued her feverish pace.

She couldn’t resist the urge to make him finish in her mouth, to suck and stroke him dry until he’s nothing but a mumbling fool under her touch. She’d give anything to watch him completely unravel. Once, twice, however many times he’d allow. The thought of it drove her wild, her fingers began to move faster against her clit as she drew herself closer to her peak. Tav started to gently suck on the tip, knowing this would push him over the edge. She stroked what she didn’t swallow, the combination having a dizzying effect on the Archduke. Enver shakily grabbed at a clump of her hair as a string of curses tumbled out of his mouth in a husky growl.

“Good girl.” He struggled to spit out, “Don’t stop.”

She didn’t intend to. His eyes were now fixed onto her, her soft hand gliding along his cock, her swollen lips tenderly working the pleasure out of him. Tav’s fingers started to move sloppily against her folds, the sensations becoming too much for her to suppress any longer. He could hear the wet sounds of his wicked little assassin pleasuring herself, how her legs began to tremble underneath her fingers, her thighs tensing at the building pressure. He was intoxicated by the sound of her gagging against his girth, her unrelenting strokes pulling him closer, closer to the edge. As Tav reached her climax. she let out a guttural moan and Enver pushed his cock further into her mouth to muffle the sounds. Tav choked around his length as she rode out her orgasm, intense waves of pleasure rolling through her as the obscene sounds around her turned to white noise. As he felt his own release approaching Enver couldn’t help but let out a primal groan, his hips involuntarily bucking against her throat at a shattered speed. His moans grew louder and more vulgar with every stroke, shouting her name as he filled her throat with his warm seed. The excess spilled out of the sides of her mouth before she pulled off with a sickening pop, happily swallowing everything he emptied inside of her.

“You wicked thing.” He said to her in a low voice, collecting the remaining spit lining her mouth with his thumb, bringing his fingers to his mouth to taste them both. Tav gave him a weak smile and mustered up what little strength she had to rise to her feet before immediately dropping into Enver’s lap. The Archduke let out a soft chuckle and brushed her hair out of her face, wrapping his hands around her waist to hold her tighter against him. Tav nestled her face into his neck, leaving soft kisses along the flesh, nipping at his skin with her teeth. Enver didn’t mind and he scooted the chair closer towards the desk, picking up the dried quill and dipping it back into the ink pot. It didn’t need to be said that this was only a preamble for the night to come, but for now Tav listened as he scribbled on parchment and flipped through the pages of a dusty journal.

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THE NIGHT SHIFT

Summary: It‘s been a week since bhaalspawn Nerissa has shown her face around Baldur‘s Gate after the fall of the attempted Illithid takeover. After facing the consequences of defeating the Elder Brain, can Nerissa forgive Enver Gortash for turning his back on her? Or will she spend a lifetime making him regret it?

TLDR: An excuse to write Gortash smut, with plot sprinkled in :)

Warnings; +18, graphic depictions of violence, smut

Words: 4.9k

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The weather had been awful in Baldur’s gate this past ten-day. On the days when she would finally leave her cold stone temple, Nerissa was met with equally chilling winds and sleet in the city. As she snaked out from under the sewer cover, her hands gripped the cobblestone street, crumpling halfway frozen leaves on the ground. The satisfying crunching noises reminded her of the recent sacrifice she made. Oh, how he screamed when his bones made the same satisfying sound, she thought, as a sensation shot down the column of her spine, her excitement for blood nearly palpable. Nerissa kept her hood up and head down as she moved through the narrow streets of the city, keeping a watchful eye towards her destination. She weaved through crowds who had stopped at warm market stalls along the streets, hoping to leech off the warmth of the food offered inside. Keeping her eyes on the ground, on the mismatched and uneven cobblestone, she maneuvered around the city’s citizens catching glimpses of their conversation as she passed by.

Nerissa had been counting the days since she defeated the Elder Brain, anxiously awaiting the wrath of her father for betraying his orders to take control of the illithid army. The time since the Elder Brain’s demise had been spent in complete seclusion out of fear of what Bhaal would do to her once he found out. Nerissa had used the horrid weather as an excuse not to meet up with her companions as she spent her time in the temple meditating on the recent battle. Ruminating more like it. Nothing had played out as she had planned it, something had gone horribly wrong and it had cost her everything. Nerissa replayed every awful moment in her head, the memories plaguing her every thought as she decided who to punish for this failure. Ultimately she found herself to blame. Every moment in the temple was spent thinking of a way to redeem herself. To her father. To Gortash.

The days leading up to the final battle had been filled with bouts of celebration as Nerissa and her allies geared up for the fight ahead of them. Gortash had made an effort to see her a final time the night before she headed out.

“Nerissa?” The Archduke asked, standing in the doorway of her chamber inside the Temple. He leaned against the cold stone frame, staring as Nerissa turned from a chest she had been rummaging through. Blood stained scimitars and warped daggers laid sprawled across the ground as if they’d been thrown in a frenzy, an attempt to find the perfect weapon to turn against her foes. Nerissa’s robes flourished as she stood from her crouched position, turning to look at the man standing at the precipice of her chambers.

She couldn’t help but smirk at him, “Came to wish me a final goodbye did you? You’ve always had so much confidence in my abilities, Gortash.”

He rolled his eyes, slowly making his way towards her side of the room. The bhaalspawn kept an… interesting approach to her chambers, Gortash thought to himself. Chests lined the furthest wall from him, each marked with symbols relating to what each chest held. Droplets of dried, melted wax littered the floor from the candlelight chandelier that hung in the middle of the room. She had once remarked on the pleasure it gives her, to have the molten wax inconspicuously drop on her whilst she meditated on the cushions underneath it. On the west end of the room, lay her bed, as if he would even call it that. The bhaalspawn had little interest in worldly comforts compared to Gortash, instead opting for a slightly cushioned mattress which sat on a stone slab. She had only added bedding and cushions on the third night they spent together. If only to silence his antagonizing complaints of discomfort on the rigid thing. The rest of her chambers were filled with a quiet nothingness. He figured it was her need for the mundane after a strenuous day of ripping throats and biting still-beating hearts. The gray, unforgiving stone slabs was all she wanted to see after returning to home.

“Is it wrong for me to want to see my favorite assassin?” He approached her carefully, remembering the deadly acts she committed with her calloused hands, the same that he reached out to hold. Nerissa didn’t pull away but instead shifted closer to him, closing the space between them. She could hear his breathing intensify, his pulse quicken as she grasped his hands tighter and her eyes narrowed on the pulsing vein on his neck. She let out a loose breath, imagining how she could knick his artery, catching the blood that flows out of his throat with her mouth. A blushing feeling rose in the pits of her body remembering the taste of his blood on her tongue.

“It’s not…in truth I’d hope you’d come to see me tonight.” A long pause before she spoke again, “If I don’t survive, Enver, I-” She shakes her head at the thought. In the months she spent meeting and planning with the Archduke, the plan they engineered had to be executed perfectly. Nerissa’s objective remained somewhat simple, to retrieve the Crown of Karsus before it would be destroyed by her companions, most of all Gale. He had nearly salivated at the sight of it in the cave, talking non stop on the trip to Baldur’s Gate about finding a bookshop to research its power. Nerissa’s father demanded that she use the crown to control her army, however the Archduke proposed a different objective. One which would solidify her as his Archduchess, to rule over Baldur’s Gate and with the crown, the entirety of Elturel. It was a devious plan; a wicked, delicious, thrilling betrayal for love. The future he had promised her detailed endless opportunities for killing, a lifetime of undying worship and an extensive operation to expand the teachings of Bhaal across the land. Scleritas advised against the deal. He had reminded her of the effectiveness of her fathers plan, the immediate gratification that unleashing terror within Baldur’s Gate would give her. It took little to convince Scleritas that this plan, Gortash’s plan, would be superior, promising an unending supply of worshippers to fill her temple with the rotted, fleshy corpses of the Archduke’s enemies.

Gortash closes the space further,“You will succeed, my wicked love” He says, letting go of her hands and grabbing her chin to pull her gaze to his. “You must succeed, the future I’ve promised rests on this.”

“You’re right.” She assured him.

“And besides,” He started, “I came to give you a…well we’ll call it a good luck present.”

”For me? Enver you didn’t have-“

“Nonsense. For my favorite assassin?” He leaned his head closer to hers, lips at the edge of connecting, “For my heart? I’d give anything.”

The Archduke released his grip on her chin to grab a small rectangular box from the inside of his coat. Presenting the gift to her, Nerissa smiled as she grabbed the black case from him. Nerissa’s heart stilled as she opened the lid to reveal a sparkling gold necklace sitting inside. In the middle there laid a small vial attached to the golden chain. Inside, a small amount of red liquid sloshed back and forth as she lifted it out in her hand. Gortash chuckled as she tossed the box somewhere off to the side and oggeled the gift she had received.

“It’s my blood in the vial.” He answered the question she had been brewing in her mind. ”When we first met…” He glanced nervously around the room, avoided direct eye contact with Nerissa as if she wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings of adoration. “When we first met, you had promised me you would slit my throat when the day came, you made a joke about how you would drown attempting to bathe in the gore of my corpse” Nerissa remembered the night fondley. “Truthfully, you bewitched me Nerissa. Think of this as…a token of myself to remember on the battlefield tomorrow.”

“You have a warped sense of humor, Enver.” She smiled, reaching her arms around her neck to put the necklace on. The feeling of the vial was cold against her chest, drooping low enough to lay against the skin near her heart.

“It is warped. A warped, wicked vial of blood worn by my most precious wicked thing.” He spoke, the sound of his voice dragging deeper and slowly against her ears. Gortash walked over to press his lips against her forehead, Nerissa’s heart fluttered at the feeling. She pressed herself into his body as she snaked a slender hand up along his throat to rest on the side of his jaw. He leaned down, pressing against Nerissa’s lips, moving his mouth slowly against hers as he gripped the back of her head as if at any moment she would run off. Nerissa gripped the side of his face, pulling him closer to her as if to assure him of her permanence in this moment. Her hand slithered into his dark hair carelessly laying on the sides of his face, tugging at it. Gortash groaned at the feeling, pulling back from Nerissa’s lips to trail his lips down her neck. He stopped where her neck met her shoulder and softly bit down causing Nerissa to arch her back and push against him. Gortash returned to her mouth, pressing against hers with a forceful urgency. His pace against her mouth quickened as he lowered his hands, letting them roam the outlines of her body, taking time to run his hands along her curves. He slipped one hand over her breasts and she groaned as he palmed her, running his thumb over her nipple. Swirling his thumb around, Nerissa let out a small cry into Gortash’s mouth as he mimicked the motions with his other hand. Gortash leaned down to pull her robes to the side, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. With the other hand, he lowered to cup at the wetness forming between her thighs. Nerissa threw her head back at the touch, grinding her hips into his hand. She let out a low moan which the Archduke took as an opportunity to return to her mouth and slip his tongue into her. These motions were familiar to them, yet this time felt different. They currently sat in a state of in-between. Today, everything is as it was, yet tomorrow everything will change. Nerissa will obtain the crown and Gortash will wield its power to control the Sword Coast. It all depended on her. She hadn’t started to feel the pressure until days before when her companions started to truly stockpile their weapons, taking inventory on potions, poisons and spell scrolls. With the morning sunrise silently approaching, she was glad to be here with him, in this moment. The anticipation of the coming violence started a fire deep within Nerissa’s bones, her body beginning to shake at the thoughts of death mixed with the feeling of his touch against her most sensitive spot. Another moan escaped her lips as she continued grinding against Gortash’s hand.

He pulled his hand from her, retreating back towards her bed. Gortash tore off his coat and tossed it to the side, focusing on unbuttoning the loose white blouse he wore underneath. She began to follow suit, untying the belt that kept her robes in place, letting them fall to the floor with a shrug. Nerissa kept an intense gaze on him as he continued undressing, watching his chest rise and fall as he finally pulled his shirt off over his head, tossing it towards the coat. In the dimming candlelight, she couldn’t help but stare at the sight in front of her. Gortash’s eyes were half lidded with lust as he stretched a hand out beckoning her to him. His eyes were glued to her naked form as Nerissa stalked over to him, taking his hand in hers when he suddenly pushed her to fall back against the mattress. She snarled at him, sitting up with her elbows propped up behind her. Gortash kneeled on the stone slab under her bed, wrapped his hands around both of her legs and swiftly tugging her to the edge of the bed.

He smirked as he looked down at her nakedness, “Think of this as a good luck present too.”

Disappearing between her thighs, Gortash started his work quickly, unwilling to give Nerissa a second to recover herself. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her thighs, sending chills through her body in anticipation of his tongue. Gortash swiped his tongue through her folds at an agonizingly slow pace, lavishing in the taste of her. He hooked his hand around her thigh, gripping the flesh and bringing her thigh closer around his head. Nerissa’s foot dug into his back as she arched hers in pleasure, allowing herself to let out soft moans to fill the sounds of him drinking up her wetness. Gortash sped up his movements, focusing on the spot that made her plunge her hands into his hair and pull sharply. Gortash groaned, picking up his pace and flattening his tongue against her. Nerissa let out a low groan and tightened her grip on his hair, pressing his head closer into her. The increasing groans from Gortash could drive her over the edge alone. Her breaths started to feel shaky as her legs began to clamp around the Archduke’s head. He pauses his movements to extend a hand up to her, two fingers resting at her lips. She opened her mouth and closed around his fingers, swirling her tongue around them. Gortash quietly moaned as he felt her start to suck before she released his fingers, letting them drag out of her mouth, pulling a thin string of spit with them. Circling the fingers outside of her hole, he looked up to watch her expression as he pushed a finger inside. Nerissa yelled out, moaning and biting into her hand as she tried to muffle the sounds from traveling farther into the temple. Her eyes clenched closed and hips jerked as Gortash started pumping and curling his thick finger inside of her. He continued with her clit, using his tongue to flick against her while his finger pressed against the small spot that he knew made her scream. The sensations were dizzying as he picked up the pace, using his other hand to unwrap around her thigh and hold her hip down. When he added a second finger, Nerissa yanked his hair as if in an attempt to rip it from his scalp for which Gortash let out a delicious moan. He had her laying there for what felt like hours as he enjoyed the wicked sounds she made whilst her fucked her with his fingers.

“Enver, please” She gasped out. He pumped his fingers at a faster pace, continuing dragging his tongue around her clit, putting more pressure on the sensitive spot. Nerissa released her hand from his hair to claw at his scalp as her legs started to violently shake in response to Gortash’s unrelenting licking. As she reached her peak, Gortash pushed the two fingers deeper inside of her, curling up at a pace that pushed her over the edge. Nerissa yelled into her hand as she came against his mouth, jerking her hips slowly up and down Gortash’s face as he continued to lap up every part of her with his tongue. Looking down, Nerissa saw him pull away to lick his lips and wipe his face against her thighs. Gortash rose from his kneeled position and turned to pick his clothes up. Panting and still coming down from her high, Nerissa sat up on her elbows and cocked an eyebrow at the man now across the room.

“Enver, come back” She pouted, motioning to the empty space on the mattress next to her.

Gortash threw his shirt over his head and glanced over at her while lacing up his trousers.

“You can return the favor when I see you tomorrow. When you’ve succeeded.” He said with a cold tone in his voice. This confused Nerissa, he’d always stayed afterwards. It was probably the thing she hated the most about him- the clinginess. The illusion of commitment. Just for him to be gone by first light.

“Stay.” She replied, demandingly, in an equally cold tone. Although she despised the indent he made in the mattress, she had grown accustomed to it. To the whispers he made in his sleep, the way his leg sometimes jerked in the night. As if he was battling demons in his sleep. It made for a show during the nights when Nerissa couldn’t trance. In the darkest hours of the night she liked to lay next to him, running her fingertips across the length of his arm and chest, imagining the types of filthy carnage they could create together. As if she would ever let him know she did this in the first place.

Gortash crossed the cold, empty space to her bed and leaned down to press his lips against her forehead for the final time.

“Good luck, Nerissa.” He said. As he walked out of her chambers, Nerissa turned over in her bed and pulled the sheets up and above her head.

The streets began to widen and Nerissa looked up from the ground to see lamp lights flicker on as the sun began to hide behind the city’s outline. A light dusting of snow fell from the clouds above the city as the Bhaalspawn leapt onto a neighboring building, silently creeping along the rooftops until reaching a particularly high building. Grabbing stone by stone, Nerissa pulled herself up along the side of the tower until she reached a small balcony. She hoisted herself over the stone edge and sat atop it, teetering between leaping onto the balcony floor or falling backwards onto the ground far, far below. Something within stopped her from continuing, instead favoring falling face first onto the pavement below. It had been a long time since she last spoke to him and doubt started to fill her thoughts. If he had wanted to send her a letter, he would’ve. During the initial stages of their partnership, he had once sent twenty three couriers in hopes of reaching her at the Bhaalist temple. To no avail. Instead, she waited until midnight to drag a bloody burlap sack filled with the heads of each courier through the streets and to his balcony window. She gripped the cold stone beneath to still herself as a wicked smile crept along her face remembering the events that followed. He loved reveling in the theatrics of her killings.

Her mind started to reel at the thought of walking through the same window.

In the end Nerissa made a decision and her boots landed quietly on the ground next to the window. Looking closely through the glass she could see his back turned as he sat at his desk, scribbling feverishly on a piece of parchment. The light from the fireplace behind his desk shone a soft and warm light against the thin white shirt that loosely fit into black embroidered pants. Following the golden embellishments along his clothes, Nerissa’s eyes darted to the outline of his face and the concentrated expression on it. Something soared within her as she glanced down at the golden gauntlet adorning his left arm, the talons laying carelessly on the desk. The rest of the office was no different from the last time she had climbed through his window. Large bookshelves stretch the length of the walls ending at the ceiling. Absolutely useless. She had always thought as she used to watch him climb a wheeled ladder to even be able to reach the taller shelves. A short six person table sat in the middle of the room, utterly piled with random objects. A bowl of fruits (grapes in excess as it was his favorite), a centerpiece of half rotted flowers, his formal black coat strewn along one of the chairs, a map of the city including random markings with a knife standing straight up and piercing a specific area within the city. Nerissa squinted but couldn’t make out the particular spot it had punctured. With a short inhale, she pressed her hands against the window pane, quietly pushing it open. Warm air slowly seeped through the opening Nerissa had made, filling the air around her with the scent of his office and more notably, the scent of him. With a swift motion Nerissa leapt onto the ground below, rising up to stand behind him with a weak attempt to conceal her growing smile.

“Bhaalspawn.” Gortash paused, “Why are you here? I find it laughable that you decided to show your face after what you did.” There was a cold, uncaring tone to his voice that set Nerissa on edge.

“I came to grovel of course.” She joked, leaning down behind him, snaking her hands around his shoulders and resting her head against his. “I’m sorry I was bad.” She whispered in his ear. Nerissa could feel the chills this gave the Archduke so she decided to lick the shell of his ear. At this, Gortash decided he’d had enough. He lunged from his chair, unlatched her arms from him and made his way to lean against the table at the center of the room.

“Do you think this is funny, Bhaalspawn?” He spat, his chest rising slightly faster than before, his gauntlet clenched in a tight fist. She stared at him before making her next move.

“It’s not over yet, Enver we can still get it back-” She started but he cut her words short.

”You still failed me.” He sat blankly. She started to make her way across the room towards him, stopping before she got too close. She extended out a hand towards Gortash, inviting him into her but he swatted it away.

“I remember telling you to return to me once you’ve succeeded. Did you succeed bhaalspawn?” He almost spit out the last part, the way it rolled off his tongue with distaste. The same tongue which was previously eager to satisfy her, she remarked to herself.

Nerissa was caught back by his response, by the similar cold tone she heard as he left her chambers. She had thought about how she would explain this failure to him, but standing in front of the Archduke now, she was at a loss for words. “I..I mean I’m formulating a new plan-”

He turned his back to her, placing his fist on the desk in front of him. “I don’t need a new plan, I wanted the Crown of Karsus!” His once well hidden rage was starting to bubble inside of him. The talons on his gauntlet made a whining noise as Gortash gripped the desk, almost splintering the wood. He turned, furrowing his brows and staring at Nerissa, the look behind his eyes was feral.

“Enver-” She attempted to walk towards the man she knew. She knew she had failed him. She wanted to reason with him, to talk him down from this anger which she rarely saw.

“DON’T.” His voice boomed, commanding Nerissa to stop in her place. “You let Gale run away with my crown, and you did NOTHING to stop it.” Gortash broke eye contact and continued, “I gave you one job, Bhaalspawn, and you proved yourself utterly useless.”

His words shot into Nerissa’s heart. It was rare that an insult would hurt her this deeply, but she had trusted him with herself fully. She let him inside a part of her mind that she didn’t dare show even Scleritas. Nerissa had given up everything in pursuit of him. She had become an outcast to her companions, neglected their cries for help and much to her dismay, brutally slaughtered them in the process of battle. She had begged and pleaded to her father in the aftermath not to strike her down where she stood. As an initial punishment, he took her slayer form. Further punishment would await her as he decided what to do with her. She had become Gortash’s lap dog, running through the city to carefully and quietly assassinate any political competition he faced. She helped him create an empire, any metaphorical throne was built on the blood and bones of the people she slaughtered for him. After everything, the title of Archduchess would redeem her tarnished reputation in the city of being known as the Archduke’s psychotic cock warmer. She saw the way people sneered when she left her temple, the mocking illustrations in the papers after she had attended galas with him.

“Useless? Is that really what I am to you Enver?” Nerissa could feel the murderous heat build within her as she started to really process what he was saying. She clenched her fists together in an effort to calm herself, her nails leaving deep puncture marks on her palms.

“You heard what I said.” He retorted.

“After everything we’ve been through and you still cast me aside as if I’m just a killer for hire? You won’t even consider my plan to retrieve the crown back-”

He cut her words short. “You failed me once, Nerissa,” He says her name in mocking tone, as if calling her anything other than a useless bhaalspawn was a disservice. “I will not put myself in a position to be let down again.” His downturned expression did nothing to hide the silent pleasure it was for him to end things with her. She wondered, in this moment, if he ever really cared for her at all. If she was just a means to an end. It wasn’t sadness that Nerissa felt, it was unbridled anger clawing at her throat to be let out. It was an insatiable desire for bloodlust as the man she had so foolishly opened up to was now turning against her, as if she was meaningless. Meaningless. She scoffed to herself. As if losing her title and form meant she was any more extraordinary than him now. It was clear how she should proceed. To bring her father the Archdukes head on a spike would prove glorious for her. She may even be gifted the Slayer form again. If Gortash thought she was useless, she would spend every waking moment making him remember how absolutely deranged she really was. Useless. She scoffed again, this time loud enough for Gortash to hear. Nerissa grabbed at the dagger that sat on her thigh underneath her trousers.

“It’s someone else isn’t it.” She asked calmly. Gortash’s face filled with surprise and then quickly to no expression at all as he tried to collect himself. She doubted he had the time to give another woman and had mainly said it to agitate him, yet it was curious the way he reacted when she said it.

“Someone else? Don’t be ridiculous Nerissa.” He said, motioning with his hand. “You should be grateful that I am keeping our relationship in mind while I consider how harshly to punish you, now that you’ve ruined everything.”

“You wouldn’t be wise enough to threaten me, Enver.” Nerissa smirked, pulling her dagger out, carefully concealing it behind her thigh as she spoke, “Remember the promise I made to you.” At this, Gortash stomps over in front of Nerissa to reach under her blouse and pull out the golden necklace that had been tucked inside. She quickly grabbed at the hilt of her blade, ready to brandish it at a moment's notice.

“Act like I’m stupid enough to think you’d come unarmed.” He spat.

The thought of his hands under her shirt had briefly distracted her before he yanked on the chain, enough for her neck to bob under the force, and ripped it off her neck. Nerissa watched in horror as he threw the necklace to the ground, crushing the vial underneath his heavy leather boot. He backed away, shaking his head and motioning to the window, “This…” He looked at her with a cold, strange expression, “We meant nothing. Go.” Nerissa could only see red. She brought the dagger up in the air and launched it across the room at him. It was a pity that she had missed the spot between his eyes and only sliced through the top of his ear. Gortash yelled in pain, cupping a hand to his ear and looking up at her with nothing but fury in his eyes. She smirked as she picked up the broken necklace and lunged out of the window. Nerissa knew she had become too close to the Archduke. She needed to formulate a plan in which to get back at him. Stealing the Crown of Karsus back from Gale was a good first start. Maybe she would return to him, wearing the crown herself just to throw it in his face. Maybe she wouldn’t need to come back at all, as she did have a devoted cult working in her favor. It was too late to make up her mind yet, the moon had almost finished its track across the sky by the time Nerissa had stopped running across the rooftops, panting as she slowed her movements. A somber glance back at his tower gave her the final push to move forward with her plans. she would make him regret this, if it was the last bloody thing she did.

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