#Mortalitasi!RuebenFitch

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Dragon Age: Mortalitasi!RuebenFitch

Mortalitasi - Death (Or Necromancer) Mage

He's the last one! 😭 (everyone loved Jake's, so I maybe, someday, I'll do a story around him... but for now, I'm going to tackle finishing SMA)

Ruben's is full of heartbreak </3

The ritual chamber in the heart of the Nevarran Necropolis was laced with the scent of decay and lingering magic, the air thick with the weight of countless deaths. The ancient vaults had seen countless rituals, but none as blasphemous—or as desperate—as the one Rueben had undertaken. The air around him shimmered with dark energy as he completed the final sigil, his hands trembling with fear and determination.

Your voice, once a gentle source of comfort, now echoed faintly from the Veil. “Rueben… please… let me go.”

He froze, his heart hammering in his chest. You sounded so much like you had in life—or rather, as the spirit of compassion you had been—the spirit that had lingered by his side when no one else would, drawn to the fractures in his soul and soothing the wounds that festered there.

But it hadn’t been enough. Not for him.

“I can’t,” he whispered, his voice cracking. His hands clenched into fists as he stared at the swirling magic within the circle. “You don’t understand. You were everything good in me. Without you, I’m—”

“Broken,” you finished softly, the words laced with sorrow. “You think binding me here will fix you? Rueben, this is not love. This is—”

“Don’t say it,” he snapped, the sharpness in his tone betraying his desperation. He couldn’t let you finish, couldn’t hear the truth in your voice. “You don’t belong in the Fade. You belong here. With me. Always with me.”

The ritual's energy built as he spoke, the dark energy reacting violently in the circle's center. And your form began to take shape, fragile and flickering like a flame caught in the wind. For a moment, hope surged in his chest. You were coming back.

You'd be alive.

But then, the air around you twisted. Your soft glow darkened, and tendrils of shadow wound around you. The light in your eyes, once so full of compassion, turned into a burning amber glare, full of hatred and hunger. Your transformation was violent. Your body contorted as it grew larger and more grotesque, horns spiralling from your skull and hands becoming jagged claws.

“No!” Rueben cried, reaching toward you as the ritual sigils burned out, leaving the chamber in oppressive darkness. The creature before him was enormous, its form a monstrous amalgamation of rage and sorrow. Your voice, no longer soft and kind, reverberated through the chamber with a guttural snarl.

“Rueben,” you said, your tone venomous and laced with despair. “You have denied me my purpose. You have torn me from what I was meant to be. And now, I am this… because of you.”

The full weight of what he had done crashed over him. You were a Pride Demon now—a towering figure of power and fury, your compassion twisted into a perverse desire for dominion and vengeance.

“I didn’t mean—” he stammered, his voice breaking.

“You meant to bind me,” you hissed, your massive form stalking toward him, your claws scraping against the stone. “You meant to force me to be what you wanted, not what I was meant to be. You destroyed me.”

“I love you!” he shouted, tears streaming down his face. “I… I just couldn’t lose you.”

“Your love was selfish,” you snarled, the ground trembling beneath your steps. “And now, I am your consequence.”

Rueben fell to his knees, the weight of your words and his actions crushing him. As your monstrous form loomed over him, you paused, your fiery gaze boring into his soul.

“You will live,” you declared, your voice softer now, almost pitying. “Not because I forgive you, but because you will carry this guilt for the rest of your days. You will remember what your love has wrought.”

With a deafening roar, your form dissolved into a storm of shadow and flame, vanishing into the Veil. The necropolis fell silent; the only sound was Rueben’s ragged breathing and the faint echo of your final words:

“Pray the dead do not call me back. For if they do… I will not be what you remember.”