Enver Gortash, the arch-duke, the hand of Bane, whatever you wanted to call him, he was rising through the classes. But to you, he was your father, a man supposed to care for you. Your mother was a prostitute who left you on Enver's doorstep when you were only twelve. But that proved to be more of a punishment than a mercy. You were a pawn to him, nothing more, nothing less.

But his lover, they were strange, their stare too long and their teeth too sharp. They always held a certain air about them and a glint of a knife in their pocket. But your father didn't seem too bothered, rather the opposite. He invited them to stay, to do whatever weird things they do when they send you away.

Best to avoid them.

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A/N: I made this limitless to avoid JLMM from blocking violence or blood like in the game. I had this idea for a platonic Enver story inspired by a story I read on AO3, wanted to play around with it and create a character. Enjoy!