Lock and Key

Lock and Key

Flora_Winters

I do not own The Forgotten Realms and I'm not making any money here either.

Summary: The wicked god Bane is out to take over the universe. Has he found the one thing that can secure his perpetual reign over all? In order to unleash its devastating power, he must make it fall in love with him. Language, MM, OC, Violence

Prologue

An extremely handsome young human man with dark hair came upon the sleeping teen like a thief in the night. He gazed down upon the youth with a condescending mien. His acid-green eyes shimmered in the dancing shadows like molten stars in the velvet sky. He flexed his mighty right hand that was invariably protected by a jeweled gauntlet of blackest metal. He stood as still as a perfectly carved statue for over an hour.

He cocked his head to the side when the human male rolled over onto his slender back. His golden locks fell away from his face, revealing just how pleasant he was to look at. The boy was pale, almost glacial even.

He reached out with the swiftness and silence of a deadly serpent, snatching back the thin quilt. His blazing eyes flared with wicked delight as he dropped the patchwork material with joyous victory. He had finally found him. The boy had the intricate mark over his beating heart.

The Black Lord, The Black Hand, the Lord of Darkness gently traced the primordial symbol with a golden finger. At last, after all these long centuries, he had finally found him. He had found the one being that possessed the hidden knowledge and sealed power to re-knit the tapestry of Fate.

It took all of Lord Bane's willpower not to howl with utter joy. The fact that he could still feel such an emotion must have poor Lliira trembling with fear. He was practically reveling on the inside at his happy discovery.

He now possessed the hidden power to make himself the ruler and Ao his little lapdog. He giggled like the wind as he carefully lifted the beautiful youth up into his powerful arms, carrying him through the ethers to his barren realm of Doom and Despair.

He was going to make all the other gods lick his bloody boots and like it. He was even going to make them say it, too. He held the precious mortal tight. Here was the key to all his many kingdoms that would be built very, very soon.

“Welcome to my destiny,” the evil deity said in a very deep voice as he carried his newly found treasure through the large black gates. They slammed shut with a deafening blast of terrible thunder.


To Be Continued

Note: I got this idea from reading one of the game books about the pantheon of gods.