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Through the veil of flames, out steps some infernal creature in the shape of a man. Ruby eyes, so vibrant they would strike envy into the heart of the Lady of Love herself, seem to pierce through to his very soul with a predatory gleam, and unnaturally pale lips twist into an even more wicked smirk. A spot of blood—curse the Nine Hells, that must be Gale’s—shines at the corner of its mouth, and a tongue darts out to lick it away. The ferocity of the flames that birthed this devil into his realm paints streaks of orange in waves of silver hair that sweep across its brow and curls around pointed ears. Gale’s heart rabbits against his ribs, and he dares not to so much as breathe as the creature saunters away from its infernal paper prison and lands ominously close to him.
“Well, hello, darling,” the creature all but purrs, “I take it you are who I have to thank for letting me out of my cage.”
For once in his life, Gale is at a loss for words.
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After Mystra robbed Gale of his ability to harness the Weave, Gale seeks to enter an infernal contract to regain his powers and gets much, much more than he bargained for.
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18 May 2026
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“He saw me, where Mystra didn’t.”
It’s late now. Astarion sits with Gale beneath the starless night and watches him polish his sword. A slip of the blade draws blood; unfazed, Gale brings his finger to his lips, and tastes it with naked rapture. In the waning moonlight, the rot is more obvious than ever before. It snakes past his waistband, branches over his throat.
Astarion hums softly. “Bhaal?”
A nod. “He saved me.” Gale shuts his eyes. “He talks to me. Listens to me, understands me, believes in me, rewards and respects and adores me.”
A pause. Overhead, the wind is silent.
“He loves me. And in turn, I grant him my devotion.”
In search of a cure for the tadpole in his head, Astarion encounters Bhaal's newest Chosen, and finds himself biting off far more than he can chew.
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10 May 2026
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Astarion consumes human blood because vampires must. He consumes human flesh because...well, he's developed a fondness for it. But when he joins forces with prodigious but troubled criminal profiler Gale Dekarios to apprehend the notorious Dark Urge, his carefully crafted existence is turned upside down.
Aka the one where Astarion is a serial killer down bad.
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02 May 2026
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Astarion’s voice is pitched low and vicious, chilling Gale to the bone. “You’ll find there’s very little not in my power anymore, wretch.” He spits the insult with vitriol. But the tone is familiar, the same cadence and texture as when Gale is on his knees with Astarion’s cock down his throat. It is alarming.
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Months after the fall of the Netherbrain, a Gale who chose to remain mortal starts to understand the consequences of encouraging Astarion to Ascend.
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26 Apr 2026
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Astarion wants Gale by his side forever. He wants him to be his spawn, his perfect, magically power hungry wizard by his side but doesn't understand why Gale refuses to become the man he'd been before he returned the crown to Mystra. He'd be happier, they'd be happier.
Gale wants to be anything but Astarion's consort, yet agrees for the sake of the poor souls that might be subjected to the vampires whims. After all, he couldn't ever come to love and care for the man Astarion has become. Could he?
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26 Apr 2026