I'm not sure what happened, but the fic turned into a rather nasty one.
So: warning, character deaths (yep, more than one)
The Day of the Coward
Amelysan, the once high priestess of Bhaal was dead, and the Bhaalspawn who had destroyed her stood triumphantly before the throne of his dead father. Close by him were his companions, chosen allies in his fight to attain divinity. Viconia, priestess of Shar, the dwarves Kagain and Korgan, and the Thayvian wizard Edwin. Standing away from the group, with a look of resignation on her face, was the archmage Imoen.
"The time that was mentioned has come, godchild," spoke the Solar, messenger of the gods, to the dwarf that stood before her.
"Aye," he grinned. "By blood and sweat I've clawed me way to godhood. Get on with it, already."
"The vast majority of the soul essences of the children of Bhaal, Lord of Murder, now belong to you, and you alone ..." the Solar continued.
"And the sister," Viconia interrupted, glaring at the mage who watched the group with evident distaste.
"I have no liking for this evil essence," Imoen said, tilting her chin upwards. "He's welcome to it."
"My thanks, sister," her brother said. "I'm rather fond of ye, and would have mourned ye if ye had chosen to be stubborn."
"No doubt you are willing to embrace the sheer evil of Bhaal's essence," the Solar said with a tone of contempt.
"Damn straight, ya big blue freak," he interrupted. "It's about time a dwarf showed those pansy human gods what Murder's all about."
He was still grinning when an arrow flew from Imoen's direction and buried itself in his chestplate. The would-be god looked down with disbelief, but before he could remove the arrow, the explosives strapped to its shaft detonated, and showered his companions with pieces of his flesh that quickly turned to dust.
"You dare," Viconia hissed, turning a look of hatred on Imoen that quickly turned to shock when the mage doubled over and began convulsing.
"Dwarves are amateurs in the field of murder," a quiet voice said from behind Imoen. The brown-haired, ordinary looking man wiped a short blade clean of her blood, and watched as the poison worked its way through Imoen's body and she too dissolved into dust. "I believe this makes me the last Bhaalspawn standing."
Viconia gave an ear-piecing shriek, and sprang towards the killer with berserk fury. The newcomer easily avoided the enraged Drow's attacks, and twirled his sword idly, clearly playing with his attacker. Kagain looked at Korgan, hefted his hammer, and then went to aid Viconia.
"I recognize the blighter," Korgan said to Edwin. "It's th' quiverin' coward from Saradush that teleports whenever he gets afraid. I don't care how he got here, no upstart backstabber gets away wi' killin' my chosen kinsman."
Edwin's face was thoughtful as his companions closed in on the laughing man. He nodded once, and then triggered three quick spells he had stored away for an emergency. Brown smoke drifted over the combatants, obscuring them from sight. The sound of gagging and retching replaced that of steel against steel.
When the smoke cleared, the only person still alive was the Bhaalspawn. He looked at Edwin with a smirk, and raised his sword in a salute. "Who might you be, who turns so readily on his allies?"
"Edwin Odesseiron, archmage of Thay, at your service, my lord," he said with an elaborate bow. "My allies were heretics and fools to attack a god, however young. I pledge my eternal devotion, and worship, to the new Lord of Murder. (Whoever you are)."
"We," he said proudly, "are Viekang, Lord of Murder!"
