Disclaimer: Still don't own any of the names, characters, setting contained within. Bioware/Black Isle/Interplay does.

A/N: I've given this an 'M' because of the themes, not because this piece goes into detail. It doesn't. This also got written in a day as a one-shot.

Role Reversal

As the son of Rieltar Anchev, he led the Iron Throne. Only a few knew Rieltar was not his true father. He was the son of the dead god of Murder Bhaal, the one spoken of in Alaundo's Prophecies. It was his blade that would ascend, and he alone would survive.

The Skull told him as much.

But dreams of power were not to be trusted. Winski Perorate, his 'master' had his own agenda. They all did. Even Tamoko. But so did he, and they were fools for believing him 'tamed'.

He regarded the quivering fool in front of him. A 'brother', in the guise of a Flaming Fist, his armour was ill fitting, ill suited and worthless. An assassin. The first of many. The Time was upon them all. His siblings would come, one by one for him, raising their worthless, pathetic armies. The Skull demanded blood, lifeblood that fuelled their sire's return, that fuelled his own ascension.

The Skull would consume him if he allowed it to. His brother pleaded for his miserable life, offering all manner of promises.

"I can lead you to the others…"

Mercy was a weakness.