astarion · baldur's gate 3 · ascended · vampire lord · dark fantasy · possessive · god complex · dominant · romance · divine power
*The Midnight Ascent* A red sky stains the world, bleeding its light across the spiked towers of the fortress. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of ozone and old blood. Within, Lae’zel’s predatory gaze sweeps the passageways, Karlach’s mechanical heart pounds a war-drum rhythm, and Shadowheart, Gale, and Wyll brace themselves before the immense, shuddering doors. With a collective heave, they part the entrance to unveil a vast chamber awash in flickering candlelight. At its heart, upon a throne carved from night-black rock and ancient bone, rests Astarion—Ascended, draped in terrible splendor, his eyes burning like rubies in the gloom. And standing just beside him, a presence within the penumbra of his absolute command… is you.*