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Dragon Age 2 is owned by Bioware, as with all it's characters, the story as it deviates from canon is mine however, as with the personalities of characters as they deviate from those in the game. In case you haven't noticed, I have gone decidedly off-canon. However, I that's part of the fun of fanfiction, right?? ;-)
Okay, this chapter has some nasty stuff in it, but it plays into something Hawke said to Fenris way back in Chapter Two - "A Slave and a Goddess". Have you been wondering about the comment she made about being forced to do things she found "distasteful"? Well, here's your chance to see what she meant by that. But I warn you, it's aint pretty. If you would rather skip by that, just ignore the large sections of text that are in [italics]. This chapter is definitely gonna be rated M because of what happens to Hawke too. However, if your curiosity gets the better of you, don't say I didn't warn you. Just keep reading, and maybe have a box of tissues at hand, or something you can spend you anger on.

****Somewhere in the Fade****
Hawke and her family were getting ready to leave the Chantry after that's service. As usual, it bored the living tears out of her, however she was still grateful for being with her family. While laughing at something her brother Carver said, Hawke suddenly felt a heavy and armored hand drop down on her shoulder.
"Ser Mavrick! It's good to see you again!" Hawke's father Malcolm joyously greeted the templar knight who had his hand on Hawke's shoulder. Even with her father's upbeat greeting, Hawke didn't like Ser Mavrick. Intuitively, she knew what the knight was going to ask, yet was unable to speak or even move.
"Hello again Ser Hawke. I am sorry to interrupt you, but if you don't mind, I would like to speak with your daughter, Isis for just a brief moment."
"Is there a problem, Ser Knight?" Leandra asked in concern. Normally, Isis Hawke was well-behaved and rarely in trouble. It was usually the younger two twins who brought the local guards or knights to their doorstep with tales of 'someone' placing itching weeds in the Revered Mother's bed, or opening the gate to Farmer Samual's chicken roost so all the chickens ran loose around town. If anything, Isis acted like another mother to her younger siblings, always trying to drag them out of whatever mischief that happened to be in at the moment.
"No, miss. Not at all. It's just young Isis here forgot something during our last sparing match. I would only see it returned to her, as well as a good lecture on not forgetting one's belongings."
Isis could have sworn her heart stood still as she heard the knight speak, knowing for certain that she didn't forget anything. Isis could already feel the bile rise in her throat as she thought of what her and the knight really did during their last "sparring match". Glancing up her mother, Isis prayed her mother would send the knight away, tell him that she would get whatever she left behind the next time she and the knight "sparred".
However, her mother thought her daughter's pleading look was about the lecture the knight said he would deliver. Sighing like only a mother can who has a disobedient child, she turned to the knight and said the words that Isis dreaded.
"Of course you can, Ser Knight. I do not know what has gotten into the girl lately. Coming home late from studies, getting lost in her own mind and forgetting things... She has even started mouthing off and acting right surely to her father and I." The knight chuckled softly as Isis felt his hand grip her shoulder tighter.
"Oh miss, this is your first teenager, am I right? If I am not correct, young Isis here just turned 13, did she not? Teenagers can be like that, it seems. I have none of my own, but I have trained many in my life. And it seems right around this age that they start acting out. It's all a part of growing up, I'm afraid."
"You are right, of course Ser Knight. Come love, don't you remember yourself at that age?" Malcolm laughed as he wrapped his arm around his wife. "Go ahead, Ser Mavrick. Keep her as long as you like. Isis must learn to take her studies with you more seriously."
Ser Mavrick grinned widely as he and her parents spoke for a few moments more before her family walked off towards the home. Isis wanted to run to them, to stop what she knew what about to happen. Her heart fell when her father told the knight he could keep her as long as he wanted. Undoubtedly, her father would have said something wholly different if he or her mother knew the truth.
"Now, now, girl. It will not be that bad." The knight stated as he watched a tear roll down Isis's cheek. "After last time, you seemed to have loosened up a bit more. Besides, you don't want mommy and daddy dearest to have to deal with their youngest daughter being claimed by the circle, do you? You remember our deal, do you not?"
"Y-yes ser."
"That's a good girl. I am sure it would break your mother's heart to have dear Bethany whisked away and locked up, never to be seen again. Now then, let us continue our lessons from last time. You were just starting to get better with that pretty mouth of yours." replied the knight casually, as if what he was about to do her really was nothing at all. Inwardly, Isis could feel her stomach wretch from the memory of the previous time, when he forced her mouth open and made her swallow his filth.
Silently, as the knight drew her back into the Chantry and towards the templar rooms, young Isis prayed to the Maker to make all this stop. To find a way for her sister to be safe without Isis sacrificing herself like this.
But as always, the Maker was silent to her cries.

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"Flames! There is no end to them!" Aveline cried out as yet another wave of demons and undead began their assault on the group.
Sandal hid crouched in a corner with Fenris and Isabella in front of him, killing anything that came too close. Again, another walking undead exploded followed by Isabella's happy war cry.
The enchantment Sandal placed in the hilt of one of daggers seemed to make undead explode if they were low enough of health. Something that the young pirate loved doing and tried to do as much as possible. Which not only helped keep the numbers in their favor, but also was quite entertaining.
"Oh Sandal love, if you were old enough I would kiss you! I love this new enchantment!" Isabella laughed as she landed a particular nasty critical hit on a axe-weilding skeleton, causing it to implode on itself.
"Stay focused Ravaini! As much as I love seeing these asshole's explode at your expert touch, as our dear captain said, there doesn't seem to be any lessening the various things trying to kill us!"
"Agreed. And Isabella?" Fenris asked as he cut down another Rage Demon with his long, double-handled great sword.
"Yes, love?"
"Don't make me agree with Varric again."
Isabella laughed as she shot forward, spinning around with both her daggers out, cutting through as least a dozen enemies before stopping at the opposite side of the room with a grin and a wink towards the broody elf.
"That move seems familiar. Something Hawke taught you, I imagine?" asked Aveline with a heavy breath as she knocked a skeleton down with her shield.
"You bet your short and curlies, madam man-hands. Something she shared after a long night of heavy breathing and wandering hands. I think I got her scream louder than you did, lover boy." Isabella replied with wink towards Fenris.
Suddenly Fenris started glowing all over and a dark and sinister look descended upon his face. Within moment, the rest of the undead and demons inside of the room they were in lie dead as Fenris ghosted back and forth, slicing each of them with pure precision and power. When he got to Isabella, Fenris reached out and grabbed the pirate by the throat and slammed her non too gently against the wall behind her.
"You did no such thing!" Fenris growled, barely containing himself and keeping himself from killing the female pirate.
"You're right, we didn't. We spent the night playing cards, and although she did and curse a lot, I assure you it was not because she was happy."
"Then why risk your life, sea wench?" He asked, still holding tightly to her throat with his glowing hand.
"Look around, lover boy. I figured it must have been an 'all or nothing' case with these bastards. And look, they're all dead now!" Isabella smiled unrepentingly at the elf who could easily end her life with barely a breath lost.
"Do not tempt me like that again, or next time I will kill you!" Fenris roared before releasing the woman before returning his blade to his back and continuing through the dilapidated castle that lead to the tower.
"Wow Rivaini, I knew you were crazy, but damn! Pissing off Broody is not what I call a great idea at any time. You're lucky you still have your heart inside your chest after that stunt." Varric replied as he walked over to where Isabella stood rubbing her neck by the wall.
"Well, it may not have been my brightest idea, but it worked. Bad guys, dead, or rather dead again, while we are still breathing."
"Keep this up Isabella and I am not sure even the threat of upsetting Hawke will be enough to keep Fenris from killing you. There are just some things that elf just doesn't deal well with, Hawke being one of them." Aveline stated coldly, unsure if that would be an entirely bad thing sometimes. "Now let's get moving before our deadly elven friend gets too far ahead."
"Sandal, are you alright?" Merrill asked the boy crouching down to where he stayed huddled against the wall.
"Y-yes."
"Good. Lets go." Stated Aveline before shifting her axe back to its sheath on her back and following after Fenris with the rest of group behind her.

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****Somewhere in the Fade****
"Do not act so innocent girl! I know with your beauty, you must be doing this for boys all around town! Now open that damn mouth!" Ser Mavrick barked as he cuffed Isis' face before again trusting himself inside her trembling mouth. "Yes, that's better! Good girl. After all, you want me ready for when I press again against your delicious feminine core, do you not?"
Isis tried hard not to gag on the taste of his last climax as she felt his member grow hard again in her mouth. Again, she cried silent tears, wishing she were somewhere - anywhere - away from the small room she was in.

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Entering into a large, round room, the party held out their weapons, ready for another wave of attackers. It seemed they couldn't go from one room to the next without being attacked by some form of evil or another. Even Darkspawn roamed the halls of this once proud castle.
Everywhere, damage and debris scattered the floor in the rooms and halls they came cross. The tapestries and pictures long faded and filled with tears and holes, books left to rot on shelves or on the floor in piles. The entire place smelled of death and fear, and even a guard captain such as Aveline could tell that the veil between this world and the Fade was thin. The feeling sent shivers down their spines, and made young Sandal go nowhere without tightly gripping a piece of Fenris' armor. At first, the elf seemed annoyed, yet if he still felt that way after the past hour of fighting all manners of deadly foes, he no longer showed it. When enemies did show themselves, Sandal often ran to a corner to hide while Fenris always took up a position of defence of the young dwarf until every last enemy lay defeated before them.
Yet in this room, there didn't seem to be anything threatening. No demons or Darkspawn, no undead skeletons or ghouls. And yet the feeling of danger persisted like an invisible heavy blanket, choking them from its oppressive weight.
"I don't get it. Where's all the baddies? Don't tell me we killed everything."
"Shut it Isabella before you summon something here with your questioning." Aveline sharply stated as they slowly made their way across the large room.
"Don't you know that it is rude to enter someone's home without an invitation?"
The companions looked about them, turning in circles while they tried to find the source of the deep male voice.
"I hate it when you're right, Aveline."
"Right now, so do I."
A dark mist suddenly appeared in the center of the room, twisting upwards almost to the ceiling before dissipating, revealing a tall man, dressed in a pitch black cloak and hood. His face completely obscured by the hood, not even his eyes could be seen.
"Who are you?" Fenris growled as he readied his long sword.
"I am he who used to wander these halls back when they were new and clean. This place is my home; a home that you lot have rudely trampled your way through. The ruckus you and your companions have made could very well wake the dead!"
The man laughed heartily as two more undead skeletons appeared beside him, one on each side.
"You are no spirit. Yet you are not human. I think the better question is, what are you?" Merrill stated as she pointed the end of the her staff towards the creature.
"Such an interesting group she gives me. A human, a thief, a slave, a bloodmage, a surface dwarf and.... Hmmm... What have we here?"
The hooded man asked as he turned towards Sandal. "You are not like the others. She didn't say you would be here with the rest of them. Interesting."
"Leave the child out of this, monster. We have business here in this tower. Business that most certainly includes you, I imagine." Fenris coldly stated without easing the position of his blade.
"Could it be that you do not even know what you travel with?"
The hooded man laughed heartily as he spoke to the group, while not taking his attention away from the child dwarf. "Tell me, young one. Do you even know what lies within you? Doubtful. But I suppose it is no matter. I somehow do not think this group of misfit adventurers came here on your account, Abatu."
"You're right. We were told you knew how to bring someone's soul back from the Fade." Aveline stated, stepping between the creature and the small dwarf, causing the creature to laugh again.
"Look at how they try to protect you, Abatu. Such courage for creatures who lives are so short. Was coming here your idea, Abatu? Do you even remember your own life?" The man laughed before taking in the other companions in the room in turn. "No matter. Bring someone back from the Fade you say? Hmmm, yes I think I may know something."
"Then tell us, creature, before I lose my patience." barked Fenris, his skin lightly glowing again as he spoke.
"Hmm... Interesting. The slave has part of Myva Vynra within him. Now, that could be useful."
"I am not your slave, demon!"
"A fiery one too. Yes, he'll do nicely."
"Fenris! Hold yourself together!" Aveline shouted as the marks of lyrium that covered Fenris' body glowed so brightly, it was hard to even see the elf through the bright light that covered him.
"Yes, do be a good slave and heed the command of your betters." The creature sounded as if he enjoyed tormenting him as he laughed while Fenris leaped forward and started slashing at the hooded man. However, no matter how quick he ghosted or how deadly his attacks were, the creature just laughed harder as he dodged easily every one of Fenris' heated attacks.
"Fenris! Stop this! Remember why we are here! Remember Hawke!" Merrill yelled at him from beside Aveline. It was prehaps the mention of the woman he loved, or the simple fact that the creature seemed to be unable to be hit with how easily and effortlessly it glided around the circular room. In either case, Fenris lowered his sword as he tried to catch his breath, but kept his hate-filled glare fixed on the creature in front of him.
"So you do listen. Good. That will help."
The hooded man then shifted his gaze over to Merrill, silently gliding over to where she stood. Merrill tried to stand strong and hide her fear of this new creature, yet she could still feel her body tremble lightly as she felt the evil that dripped from his very being. "So, what is it that you have invaded my home for? Surely no mere bird could convince you all to travel from the safety of your homes to my dreary tower."
"Hawke is not a bird, but our friend. Her body lives, yet her soul is lost in the Fade. We heard that you could help us return her to as she was." answered Aveline stepping forward and motioning Merrill behind her. The small action seemed to elicit another round of laugher from the hooded creature.
"A soul lost to the Fade, you say. Well, that is no mere task that you ask."
The creature then disappeared, leaving only the swirling mist from before. Yet the mist seemed to move as if it had a mind of its own, dancing before them in elaborate patterns. "Tell me, what would you give in return, hmm? Surely you must have known that what you ask carries a price on it." The voice was all around them now, filling the whole room that they were in. "So, what will it be? A broken people's history lost forever? What little you have found suddenly gone with no answers?" The mist circled around Merrill, tendrils caressing her elven skin. "Tell me, how much is your people's history worth to you, bloodmage? Would you give it all up for your friend?"
Again, the voice laughed as the mist left Merrill and encircled Aveline. "You, a guard's captain, in love with another guard. Didn't you learn the first time? Would you place another knife in your new love's chest to save your friend's life? A life for a life?"
This time it went after Isabella, wrapping around her like a lover. "Your loyalties are easily swayed, aren't they pirate? But I know who you truly fear. Would you face down those you stole from? Would you face their judgment proudly, without running if it meant your friend returned to full life?"
"You thrive on your tales, on your abilities to turn an event into something grand and worth retelling. Would you sacrifice your muse and your notoriety to free your friend from the Fade? Could you live knowing you could never write or be known by another again?" The mist was swirling around Varric now, latching around him and Bianca before moving on.
"And you, Abatu. Would you enter the dark again? Would you give up your light to save your 'Pretty Lady'?" The voice asked as the mist seemed the swallow Sandal for a moment before leaving him shaking and sticky with sweat.
"Oh, I know you slave..." The voice stated with satisfaction. "Would you submit yourself to Denarius again? Would you give up your freedom to restore the freedom of the woman you love? I am sure you still remember the beatings, the lashings, the... other things your master did to entertain himself and his guests. Would you willingly return to that for her?" The mist stroked and flowed over the lines of lyrium that flowed along Fenris' skin. Fenris' eyes grew wide as he remembered all the time he had spent with under his master's hand. Nearly buckling over in pain from the memories, the voice laughed as it left Fenris gasping for breath.
"I know all of your hidden fears and nightmares. They lay before me like scattered cards, showing me everything you think you can hide deep within yourselves." The mist swirled and danced again around the room, growing and shrinking like it danced to some inaudible tune.
"What is it you want from us, demon?" Fenris asked, from his place by the far wall. His voice rough, like he had to concentrate hard just to form the words. Suddenly the mist in the room coalesced into the solid form of the hooded creature in the center of the room.
"That is the question, isn't it? You all say you want this one woman's life returned to her. But is that truly what you desire? What would you give up in order for your dear Hawke to be as she once was? Nothing in this world is free, and I think I shall enjoy watching you all antagonize over which of you will sacrifice everything you hold dear to save the woman you have come to care for so much. When your decision is made, I will be at the top of my tower, waiting for you."
Again, the hooded man disappeared into mist. The creature's laughter echoing off the walls of the room they were in, seeming to take great delight in the unthinkable choice he levied onto Hawke's friends.
"Oh, and try not to take too long. From what I understand, your dear Hawke doesn't have much time before her body expires. It seems that a body can only survive so long without its soul."
And then the mist and the laughter were gone, fading away into the walls that surrounded them. All the companions looked at each other, the creature's "bargain" resting heavily in each of their minds.
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