#and threaten cullen at knife point but that's neither here nor there

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look i know this is my cod blog but i started thinking about my hero of ferelden and how she'd have cracked solas's bald head like an egg and frogmarched my poor idealistic trevelyan out of dorian's chambers to get shit done right sodding now if she popped up in inquisition instead of hawke and i fell in love with her all over again

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I Remember You, Prologue

Cullen Rutherford/Female Amell Inquisitor. CANON DIVERGENT (somewhat but not as much as you’d think). Slow burn, will probably be very long. Catch it on Ao3!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14145420/chapters/32600628

Carrie Amell is a special mage. She’s been clairvoyant all of her life and that’s one of the reasons she’s not locked in a Tower somewhere. She has many secrets, many stories to tell, and really is beginning to hate how many traps she gets caught in. Her past will come back to haunt her as she tries to survive as THE INQUISITOR. 

           There was total darkness. She wanted to wake, but she was stuck in this… land of black. Though… there was something coming to her. Images of an explosion… The Conclave and the Temple going up in fire and ash… Someone calling her name, but she can’t place the voice… Feeling hard ground underneath her and a ringing in her ears as soldiers turned her over…

           Her eyes groggily opened. Colors were blurry, and even as she woke up more, she couldn’t make out wherever she was due to the darkness. She felt cold, hard floor under her body. She went to move her hands out from under her, only to find them in a metal brace, locked into place. She struggled to push herself up. As she moved, she felt herself gasp out in pain as a green flare of light erupted from her hand. She realized she barely heard anything; there was a ringing in her ears that dulled most of the noise-though not all. Looking around, the little light there was in the room glinted off of metallic armor… Guards. She felt a bubble of panic rising in her chest, but before she could speak the door to the room was knocked open. The sound of it hitting the wall reached her ears, which were beginning to be able to filter sound better as her magic healed their internal wounds. Two women entered, the first in higher level soldier garb and the second cloaked, her lack of footfalls betraying her more rogue nature. She eyed them warily, especially as the soldier circled her. She suddenly ripped down the prisoner’s hood. The cloaked woman’s face portrayed nothing, but her eyes were ever so slightly widened in shock.

           “Tell me why we should not kill you now. The Conclave is destroyed. Everyone who attended is dead… Except for you.” The soldier’s voice held a thick accent, almost like that of the Free Marches, but different. Her voice was deepened from emotion, as though something were stuck in her throat. The prisoner felt the same; though it was horror she felt most of all.

           “Wh-what? No… Th-that’s not possible…” She felt tears coming to her eyes. The thought of so many lives lost… But wait. Surely, they didn’t think… “You think I did this… don’t you?” The soldier’s face contorted, and she took a tight hold of one of her forearms, the one that had a green flare come from it a moment ago.

           “Explain this.” She angrily raised it, and another green flare painfully shot from it. She threw the arm down and continued her circle around the prisoner.

           “I… can’t.” Her mind was blank on how it came to be there, only that it was painful and upon inspection, looked like a deep laceration that faintly glowed green.

           “What do you mean you can’t?!” Her voice was full of anger, and her gait told that her patience was running thin.

           “I mean I can’t explain how it got there, because I don’t know how or why it’s there!” The prisoner’s voice was distressed, both because of her predicament and the fact that truly, she hadn’t any idea where the mark came from. The angered woman grasped her by the shoulders, her grip painfully tight.

           “You’re lying!” The rogue quickly grabbed one of her arms and drug her back, her face stiff and emotionless.

           “We need her, Cassandra…” She pulled the Cassandra woman to the door, then both turned around to gaze down at the imprisoned. The woman bowed her head, shaking it softly.

           “All those people… are dead?” The rogue was suddenly in front of her, her familiar blue eyes burning into hers.

           “Do you remember what happened? How this began?” Realization dawned on the prisoner: she knew who this was. Leliana, lay sister of the Chantry, Sister Nightingale, Left Hand of the Divine… and an old friend. She did not act like she knew her, though; no doubt to put less suspicion on herself… especially in the company of this ‘Cassandra’… but that is neither here nor now.

           “I remember… running. Fire and ash. Horrors chasing me, clawing at my legs… And… a woman. Bathed in green.” It was fuzzy, blurring in her mind. The images threatened to completely dissipate soon.

           “A woman?” Leliana’s voice sounded doubtful, but also… intrigued.

           “She reached out to me, but then…” She shook her head. She heard heavy footsteps, then the grasping of cloth.

           “Go to the forward camp, Leliana. I will take her to the Rift.” Looking up, she saw Leliana backing out of the doorway, her eyes lingering dead on her. Cassandra closed the door mostly, and walked back to her, then kneeled. She began undoing the metal brace’s chains, working through the mini locks, then replacing it with a strongly tied knot. “What is your name? I do not want to have to continuously call you ‘Prisoner’. It would get old very quickly.”

           “I-I’m Carrie. Carrie Amell. What… What exactly happened?” She gripped Carrie’s arm and helped her to her feet. Her face was sorrowful, her eyes casted downward.

           “It would be… easier to show you.” She turned away and began leading the way out of the prison area’s door. Carrie reached up and tugged her hood back into place, concealing most of her face. She preferred it that way. She followed behind Cassandra, thoroughly examining the building with her eyes. It appeared to be the under area to a chantry, and as they exited to the upper floor, her thoughts were confirmed. Though it was a smaller one, it was most definitely a chantry. Soldiers and scouts were scattered among the others in the hall, and as the two approached the doors, they were swung open for them. The bright sunlight burned her eyes, and its reflection from the snow nearly blinded her. As she looked up, into the sky where others were staring, she saw a pit of swirling green and rock dipping upward, heaven bound. Green light jaggedly glowed from it, lighting the dark clouds around it eerily. Carrie felt a cold shudder go down her spine as she stared into the green void, a unique kind of terror filling her. Cassandra had taken a few steps forward, into the yard in front of the chantry, before she spoke:

           “We call it ‘The Breach’. It’s a massive rift into the world of demons that grows larger with each passing hour. It’s not the only such rift; just the largest. All were caused by the explosion at the Conclave.” She turned on her heel to look at Carrie, her mouth set into a slight frown. Her eyes burned into Carrie’s, their light brown color glittering in the light.

           “An explosion can cause… that?” She felt a need to disbelieve this, a need to not believe a word this woman said. That would make this all too real; this would mean she should be dead with the rest of them. Not alive, not standing here, prisoner. More than just terror was filling her at this point. Cassandra’s voice brought her back from her thoughts.

           “This one did. Unless we act, the Breach may grow until it swallows the world.” Suddenly, the green void flared brightly, and pain shot through Carrie’s marked hand. She gasped out loudly as her hand flexed open towards the tear in the sky, light pouring from it as well. It was blindly painful, and when her eyes finally opened again, she was on her knees in the snow, her hand curled into a tight fist with green pulsing from it. Cassandra kneeled in front of her, her eyes earnest. “Each time it expands, your mark spreads… and it is killing you. It may be the key to stopping this, to closing all of these rifts, including that one, but there isn’t much time, for the world or for you at this rate.” The pain in her hand and the fear Carrie felt send adrenaline rushing through her. While, on principle, she’d normally be plotting ways to get out, she knew this woman was right. In the course of less than half an hour, the damned mark had already become bigger, and if there were demons falling from the sky…

           “I understand, Cassandra. I… I will help you.” Her eyes widened in disbelief for a moment before her face seemed to lighten. She was quickly back on her feet, then pulling Carrie up, though her grip was not as aggressive as it had been before. Cassandra kept her grip on her back, half pulling her along. As they walked through the town, locally and militia dressed folk looked at them… watched them. Their eyes showed a deep hatred to the hooded one, some of them yelling profanities or slurs at her, others spitting at her or her feet; yet her head was high as they walked, completely concealed.

           “They have decided your guilt. They need it. The people of Haven mourn our Most Holy, Divine Justinia, Head of the Chantry. The Conclave was hers.” As she talked, they came closer to a worn road leading to a tall gate door, and further out into the snowy area surrounding the small village. “It was a chance for peace between mages and templars. She brought their leaders together… And now… Now they are all dead.”

Her voice was filled with grief, and for a moment it looked as though she were crying. Upon a second look, the tears were gone and in their place was a look of defiance… and sadness. “We lash out, like the sky. But we must think beyond ourselves, as she did. Until the Breach is sealed.” They exited the gate door and were now out on a cobble bridge. Cassandra took a knife from her belt as she turned, then gripped Carrie’s arm. “There will be a trial. I can promise no more.” She cut the leather tie holding her wrists. “Come. It is not far.” Carrie rubbed her sore wrists, wincing.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Your mark must be tested on something smaller than the Breach first. We are… going to meet up with a few ‘friends’.” Carrie lifted a brow at the rather venomous tone on the word but didn’t voice her curiosity. Sighing, she surveyed the bridge as she fell in line behind the woman. She noticed the eye marking on her breastplate also appeared on her shield, and the sheath of her sword. She saw the other scouts and soldiers also bore this symbol, as did the gate doors they used to exit the bridge. While she was in her thoughts she had apparently missed Cassandra calling for them to be opened, or the guards already knew to open them. She was gestured forward by her captor, down a worn path to another set of gates. There were spiked barricades pointed to this next set, and as they went further, soldiers came running past them yelling about being damned and the heaven’s falling. As they were closing the distance, another shot of pain went through her hand, and she found herself on her knees, clutching her hand, Cassandra’s own hand on her shoulder.

“The pulses are coming faster now... The larger the Breach grows, the more rifts appear, the more demons we face.” She helped her back up, to which Carrie nodded in thanks. They continued down the path, moving at a jog now.

           “How did I survive the blast?” Cassandra’s breath seemed to catch for a moment before she answered:

“They say you… stepped out of a rift, then fell unconscious. They said a woman was in the rift behind you… no one knows who she was. Everything farther in the valley was laid waste, including the Temple of Sacred Ashes. I-I suppose you’ll see soon enough.” They were crossing another cobble bridge when a glowing green rock came shooting down, hitting it dead center. The bridge collapsed under them and everyone else there, sending them spiraling to the ground underneath. Carrie let out a garbled yell as she tumbled, crying out as she hit her ribs and right leg against fallen rubble. The sound of the collapse had mostly drowned Cassandra’s roar of surprise, though it hadn’t silenced the screams and cracks as people were buried under the broken cobble.

Carrie had blacked out for a moment, maybe two, before she was awoken by Cassandra shaking her shoulder roughly. Her ears were ringing again, and an awful pounding had begun in the back of her head. She could barely see, her vision was so blurry…

“Carrie! Carrie, can you hear me? Damned it all, are you alright?” Carrie gripped her arm unsteadily as her eyesight unblurred, trying to get a hold on the world…

When she saw a… thing coming towards them. It looked like it was cloaked in red and black robes, with long, bony arms and claws reaching from under its sleeves. Carrie gestured towards it, half yelling Cassandra’s name. Another throb of pain went through her skull, making her eyes water. She heard Cassandra scramble up and grab her dropped weapon and shield, each making a metallic shhhhik as she picked them up. Her blurry blob went running to fight the fiend, but in front of Carrie came a bubbling green-black mass… from which another creature emerged. Gasping, she hauled herself to her feet, trying to force the world to stop tilting as the thing glided towards her, screeching loudly. Roaring, she felt a whirling ball of flames come to her hands, both unbearably hot and icily cold. She blasted the creature with it, setting it ablaze. It swiveled around, beating at itself in hopes of putting out the flames.

Scrambling, Carrie searched for anything to use to defend herself… and found a bow, similar to the ones some of the soldiers on the bridge had been tending to… before they died. Shaking that thought away, she grabbed it and the matching quiver. Strapping the quiver to her back, she took out an arrow and enchanted it with flames right before she sent it flying through the creature’s skull. It let out a garbled noise, before disintegrating into a mass of black sludge. She saw and heard the same happen with the other as Cassandra pierced it through the torso with her sword. She pulled it out and shook it off before turning around, although stopping dead in her tracks when she saw Carrie had both killed another and was armed.

“It’s over. Could have been-”

           “Drop. Your. Weapon. Now.” Cassandra’s blade was now pointed at the mage archer, distrust written on her face. Carrie felt both a prickle of unease and defiance roll over her neck but thought better of disobeying. She was able to feel something was… off about this woman, as though something powerful was threaded through her veins.

           “Fine. Alright. I’ll disarm.” Carrie had nearly placed her bow on the ground when Cassandra spoke up.

           “Wait.” She hesitated for a moment, then sheathed her sword. “You have magic, and though you don’t need that bow… You should have it. To protect yourself. I… should remember you agreed to come. Willingly. Oddly enough, I’ve not met many mages who were able to string a bow, but it seems you’re very… accurate.” She gestured up a mountain side nearby, murmuring that we need to go that way. She also offered some potions and salves, and after rustling up a bag from near the bridge, deposited them into it and strung it over Carrie’s shoulder. The two headed onward, towards wherever Cassandra thought they needed to be.

           Along the way, they found bodies, and more creatures. Some were like spirits, and you couldn’t get close to them without them drifting off quickly, looking for high ground over you. After some time, there was a large set of steps, inlaid into the mountain side, leading steeply up to a collapsed bridge and an area of broken down fort wall. A glowing, crystalline spiked sphere hovered in the air, spinning slowly over a large fight taking place. The demon-shrouded creatures were in battle against a few scouts, a thin elven man, and a crossbow-wielding dwarf.

           Cassandra launched into battle with a war cry, and Carrie helped pick the ones off of the less-capable scouts and one that had managed to slip behind the angry warrior woman. As the last creature became a puddle, the elven man grabbed Carrie’s marked wrist and held it up to the green sphere.

           “Quick! Before more come through!” Beams of bright green light connected the sphere and her hand, pulsating, before the sphere burst into light and then disintegrated similarly to the demons. Her hand ached a bit, but not nearly as much as it had before.

           “What exactly did you just do to me?” The elven man chuckled softly, gesturing to her.

           “I did nothing. The credit is yours.” His head was cocked to the side, and he had an overall friendly demeanor. Carrie frowned for a moment before answering.

           “So, I can help. Or, well, this mark can.” The elf was silent for a second, but quickly explained.

           “Whatever magicks were used to open the Breach also have a connection the mark on your hand. I theorized the mark might be able to seal, or rather, close rifts that have opened in the Breach’s wake-and it seems I was correct.”

           “Meaning it could also close the Breach itself…” Cassandra had a nervous but hopeful look on her face.

           “Possibly… It seems you hold the key to our salvation.” His voice had an oddly cold note to it, though his face portrayed otherwise. Carrie felt another uneasy shiver go down her back.

           “Good to know! Here I thought we’d be ass-deep in demons forever.” The dwarf turns around, still talking about himself using many hand motions. “Varric Tethras: Rogue, Story… teller…” The dwarf’s voice trailed off as his golden-brown eyes slowly widened in disbelief. “Magpie? Is that you? I mean you look different, but…”

           “Varric, you haven’t changed a bit! Still seem to think showing off chest hair is fashionable.” She ran forward and hugged him, received a loud laugh and a tight hug back. “I’ve missed you. There’s such a void in my heart without you.” He snorted as they parted, shaking his head.

           “You two know each other?” Cassandra’s face was slowly turning red and she had a rather murderous look leveled at Varric. He gave her a rather sheepish smile in return. “You said you had never met her before, VARRIC!” She was slowly walking over to him, face growing redder by the second. He carefully backed away, hands in front of him.

           “C’mon, Seeker. She wears a hood, how was I supposed to know who she was?” Before Cassandra could say anything else, the elven man spoke up.

           “While I’d hate to interrupt you two, we should get going. You know, before the glowing green hole in the sky gets even bigger.” He turned towards Carrie, nodding to her. “By the way, I am Solas. I am pleased to see you still live.” Varric turned towards the two as Cassandra made a disgusted noise.

           “He means ‘I kept that mark from killing you while you slept’.” She nodded towards Solas, smiling.

           “Well, thank you. It’s, uh, well it’s nice to still be up and kicking, as they say.” He snorted softly, a slight grin coming to his pale features. Taking a closer look at him, she did want to ask how someone could have a head that bald but decided against it. “Should we get going?” Cassandra casted one last glare at Varric before, nodding.

           “We should hurry to the forwarding camp. Come, let’s go.” She set off in front of them, Solas behind her, and the last two trailing a bit.

           “Yeaaaaah. C’mon, birdie, we can catch up later. I’ve bet you’ve got stories to tell me and boy, do I have some for you…”

           They set off together in the cold landscape. While they were a rather ragtag group, they moved quickly through the area. They searched homes for any survivors, though there seemed to be none to be found. As they fought their way through demons and houses, there was a rather comfortable silence. Well, for a bit anyway.

           “So… You and Varric know each other?” Cassandra’s voice was light, but tense. Carrie laughed softly, her lips curling into a warm smile under her hood.

           “Yeah, you could say that. I traveled around a lot for a long time. I met up with Hawke quite a bit. One thing led to another, and I met most of her friends, including Varric. I traveled off and on with her for quite some time.” Cassandra mumbled to herself as they continued on. After realizing there were truly no people waiting for rescue, they turned their attentions fully to getting to the forward camp. As they closed the gap, Cassandra spoke up again.

           “I… I hope Leliana made it through all of this.” Her voice held concern, and upon looking at her, it was written in her features as well.

           “She’s resourceful, Seeker. I bet she’s waiting to tell us how damn slow we are.” Varric nudged her a bit, and just the slightest, reassured smile came to her lips, though it quickly disappeared and her faced flushed a slight bit.

           “We will see for ourselves at the forward camp. We are almost there.” While his voice was cheery, Carrie felt it was surely drained as new sights greeted them the closer they came. Carriages lay burning and crumbled, the bodies of their passengers ejected nearby. It was bloody, gory, and she honestly felt she may vomit at any moment. She had seen carnage before, but it always made her sick. Always.

           As they reached the top of the hill path they took, her mark flared painfully. As they came over the hill top, they saw why: the guards at the forward camp were being swarmed by demons falling out of a rift. “Another rift!” Cassandra cried as she raced to pick a demon off of a fallen guard. Solas let out a blast of frost, freezing one of the cretins. Varric quickly exploded it.

           “Seal it! Quickly!” Carrie stealthed herself, enfolding herself with magic, and raced to the sphere. She raised her hand, and again, beams of light attached to her hand and the sphere. With a flick of her wrist, it exploded, and left her hand aching once more. As it disappeared, Cassandra called for the gates to be opened. Clutching her hand, she followed the warrior into the camp, past guards who glared uneasily at her. Not too far into to camp was Leliana. She seemed to be arguing with a chancellor.

           “You, Cassandra, The Most Holy- Haven’t you all done enough already?” He turned to look at us, his nose scrunched unpleasantly. “Ah, here they come.”

“Ah, you’ve made it. Chancellor Roderick, this is-”

           “I know who she is. As Grand Chancellor of the Chantry, I hereby order you to take this criminal to Val Royeaux to face execution!” Cassandra’s face quickly contorted into a sort of snarl.

           “‘Order me’?! You are a glorified clerk! A bureaucrat!” She scoffed and looked him up and down with an unimpressed look.

           “And you are a thug, but a thug who supposedly serves the Chantry!” They two glared at each other, their eyes shooting daggers in either direction.

           “We serve the Most Holy, Chancellor, as you well know.” He snorted, shaking his head in disdain.

           “Justinia is dead! We must elect a replacement and obey Her orders on the matter.” He crossed his arms with an ugly, smug look on his face.

           “Sooo… None of you are actually in charge here.” The chancellor’s face flamed angrily as he shoved a finger in her direction.

           “You killed everyone in charge here!” He looked to Cassandra, his lip curled. “Call a retreat, Seeker. Our position here is hopeless.” She shook her head vehemently, crossing her arms over her breastplate.

           “We can stop this before it is too late.” He scoffed disbelievingly.

           “How? You won’t survive long enough to reach the Temple, even with all your soldiers.”

           “We must get to the Temple. It’s the quickest route.” Leliana stepped in, her lips pressed into a tight line.

           “But not the safest. Our forces can charge as a distraction while we go through the mountains.” Cassandra frowned, her eyes turning towards the mountains as Leliana pointed to them.

           “We lost contact with an entire squad on that path. It is too risky.” The chancellor interrupted them, his lips pursed and his face paler than it had been.

           “Listen to me. Abandon this now before more lives are lost!” Right as he spoke, the Breach flared once more, causing the mark to envelop Carrie’s hand in a green glow. Cassandra looked thoughtful for a moment, before asking:

           “How do you think we should proceed?” Carrie’s jaw dropped for a second, before she snapped it back up, biting her tongue accidentally. Not wanting to look stupid, she did carefully think about her choices. While she didn’t want to lose the scouts… It was likely they were already gone, but the soldiers were alive, and she could definitely keep them safe.

           “Well, since you’re asking… I think we should charge with the soldiers. We can still keep them alive, and not to be morbid, but the scouts may already be dead.” Cassandra nodded, then turned to Leliana.

           “Leliana, bring everyone left in the valley. Everyone.” Leliana dashed out, and away, through the gates behind them. As the group walked towards where the soldiers were, the chancellor left them with a parting message.        

           “On your head be it, Seeker.” Cassandra seemed to have ignored him, or was putting up a good show of it.

           The way to the soldiers was not an easy one. It was a long trek up a sharply inclined mountainside, and by the time they reached the top where the camp was, Carrie’s lungs, legs, and sides burned and ached. While she was a fit person, that was just too much. There were soldiers and bits of slime from demons everywhere, and as they made their way through, more and more wounded came into sight. She felt so nauseous and afraid she wished she could run and hide. Get away from all of this. She had to fight this feeling all the way up to the area that exited to the Temple. A place with yet another rift. The soldiers were knee deep in demons, including someone with finer armor than the rest; likely their commander. Cassandra rushed to him, helping him pair off with a set of long-legged, tall, horned demons. Solas and Varric picked the other demons off of the soldiers, giving them more room to fight. Carrie, again, cloaked herself and ran forward, her only intentions being the rift.    

           However, on her way there, she was suddenly flung in the air by a demon-it had come up from under her, then knocked her off her feet. Though in more pain than she had been, she got up. She felt her magic soar through her veins, singing of power and chaos. She struck the demon with ice, freezing it, then smashed a hardened fist into it. The thing shattered into darkly colored bits, and she continued quickly to her original destination. Her hand thrummed as she closed this one, the same as the last, and that same ache set into her bones. She heard footsteps behind her, which stopped next to her. Solas nodded his head to her, smiling slightly.

           “Sealed, as before. You’re becoming quite proficient in this.” Varric came up near the two, gesturing with his shoulder to the Breach.

           “Let’s hope it works on the big one.” As she was about to answer, she heard a startlingly familiar voice. A voice that, by all accounts, shouldn’t be here.

           “Lady Cassandra, you managed to close the rift? Well done.” She slowly turned her head to the man the voice belonged to and saw… Cullen. His skin was far paler than the last she had seen of him, and the bags under his amber eyes had somehow become even worse. She kept her face down, using her hood to obscure her face. He didn’t need to know she was here. He didn’t need to know she was alive at all. She was brought back by Cassandra’s voice. She let out a heavy sigh, leaning on a support to a post nearby.

           “Do not congratulate me, Commander. This is the prisoner’s doing.” Cassandra waved her arm towards Carrie, who only slightly turned to the Commander, as they called him.

           “Is it? I hope they’re right about you. We’ve lost a lot of people getting you here.” His eyes were piercing, searching. Trying to find anything out about her that they could. She couldn’t allow that, though. She wouldn’t. She won’t.

           “I-I will do my best, ser. It’s all I or anyone else can do, in this situation.” He sighed, scrunching his nose slightly.

           “I suppose we’ll see soon enough. The way to the Temple should be clear, Seeker. Leliana will try to meet you there.” Cassandra nodded, the motioned for us to follow her.

           “Then we must move quickly! Give us time, Commander.” Hers eyes implored him, and he nodded, his lips pursing slightly.

           “Maker watch over you-for all our sakes.” He looked between the four of them, then followed his soldiers back to the camp, helping a rather injured man stay on his feet. Together, they jumped down the ledge from the camp to the body-littered ground below, no doubt victims of the explosion. They ran to the Temple entrance, which was still flaming, even now. They descended, rubble and bodies everywhere. There were small red, glowing crystals she remembered all too well on the floors, and as they came into the now dilapidated main area, they were greeted by a horrid sight. Red lyrium crystals of all sizes were everywhere, their light ominously lighting the darker corners of the room. Yet, the worst part was an enormous rift in the dead center, almost serenely glowing.

Carrie heard footsteps, many of them, behind her, and then Leliana and Cassandra speaking, though she doesn’t remember what they said, nor much after that. Just Divine Justinia, screaming for her to run, screaming for mercy as a cruel voice calls out for his guards to kill her. Though it’s only a flashback she remembers, from the rift, and then the demon. The twisted creature that emerged, its gargantuan size dwarfing everything nearby. Then… Darkness. A twisting darkness that wove itself through her, lapping at her mind, intoxicating her body. And that is all.

I hope you enjoyed! This is going to be a looooong story, so I hope you stay tuned. Cheers!