#oc: hissera katari

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Going Darkside

They left me. They fucking left me. I felt my rage bubbling over. It was all bullshit, all of it. I never tried to make people like me, I never cared, but they left me. All alone. They never liked me. They never cared about me. Worik, Yubel, Angie, all fucking liars. How could they do this? Perhaps this wasn’t the best place to start. Where I should’ve started, was the Battle of Adamant - 24 hours earlier.

I was on a team with three other people, Simon, Rowan, and The Iron Bull. Everything was going great, we finished off the demon that we were supposed to kill.  A little while later,  then the second team came in… and that was where it all went wrong. A dragon appeared, an honest-to-the-Maker dragon. Clarel, the Warden Commander, just barely managed to throw it off, but in the process destroyed the bridge some of the Inquisition (and your’s truly) was standing on. Everything happened so fast, I don’t totally know what happened, but I remember falling then… the Fade. We were actually physically in the Fade. Long story short - some shit happened, we lost some good people, but we got out. But then again, if we got out, how’d I manage to get left behind? Well that is a funny story.

Basically what happened was, well, I was pushed. I was looking over the edge of a wall at Adamant just as we were preparing to leave and bam, now I’m falling. I didn’t even see the bastard’s face, I just felt their hands pushing me and I fell. I managed to cast a force-field around myself just in time, but that only worked to soften my fall, not to negate the effect all together.

I lay there for 20 hours, bleeding and broken, waiting for salvation. But none came. No one came to find me, no one even looked for me. Eventually, I was fed up. I let my anger fuel my magic. “Few things are more powerful than the rage of betrayal” as my old mentor used to say... crazy old bat. She wasn’t wrong on this though. I felt unimaginable agony as my bones snapped back together and the sinew braided itself whole again. My magic was repairing my body cell by cell. I sat up as the hole in the back of my skull finished piecing itself back together again. Fine. If the Inquisition couldn’t appreciate me, I’d find someone else who would. And I knew just where to start.

Not all of Corypheus’s forces had been slaughtered, a few of his loyal followers quietly exited through secret passages which they assumed were unknown to Inquisition forces. Unfortunately that was not so. Just a while behind the forces, followed a group of three Inquisition spies. This was too easy.

“Hello there.” The scouts turned to my voice. Although I was wearing an Inquisition uniform, which seemed to comfort them a little, I could tell by their faces me being a qunari was making them uncomfortable. “Look fellas, I’m really sorry to have to do this, but I really can’t have you reporting to the Inquisitor anymore.” They looked confused for a moment, but once I snapped my fingers and a flame ignited in my hand, they got the message. Two of the spies drew their daggers, whereas one tried to run. Such a shame he had to die first. He died screaming as my white hot fire seared his flesh until he was nothing but blackened bone. The first spy came at me from the front, a stupid mistake really. How Leliana ever approved of these amateurs was completely lost on me. I grabbed his wrist as he lunged for my neck, swiftly snapping it in one quick move. He screamed in agony as I pressed my palm against his forehead and burned his brain from the inside out. A new trick? Cool. The second spy was smarter. While I was busy with my new trick, he came from behind and aimed for my head. A second, that’s all it takes, a second of hesitation and then it’s over. When his comrade collapsed on the ground with a blank expression on his face and his eyes little more than dust coating the sockets, that was the second. I took my chance. I grabbed him by the sides of his head and smashed his face into my knee. It wasn’t nearly as clean as good old fashioned incineration, but it did make a delightful squishing sound. I made a mental note that I’d have to kill people physically more often, it really took me back to my younger days under the Qun when I skinned my brothers alive, those were the good old days. I looked down at my uniform, it was very much not inconspicuous. I took the dagger from the still clenched hands of the eyeless spy, that has a good ring to it doesn’t it? Sorry what was I saying? Oh right, I took the knife from Eyeless Spy over there, and proceeded to carve the Inquisition symbol out of my chest. I nicked myself a few times, in hindsight I could’ve just taken off my shirt, but what’d be fun about that? Eventually, I just had a large hole in my uniform, so I decided to throw caution out the window and turned my top into little more than a breast band. It was the desert, it’s not like I’d get cold. I looked back on my mini-massacre. I wasn’t sure Corypheus would let me join him purely on good faith, I’d need something as a show of my allegiance. The man I’d killed with my knee was mangled beyond recognition, so I figured he wouldn’t be a good candidate. Eyeless Spy however, not only was he intact enough to verify he was in fact an Inquisition agent, but also it’d be a fantastic demonstration of my abilities. I grinned this plan was perfect. Or well, no it wasn’t, because I’d have to carry around a dead body for Maker knows how long, I just hoped Corypheus’s base was close.

It was not close. After a few days I started to notice the corpse rotting, so I used my rudimentary understanding of ice magic to freeze it, praying it was enough. Before long I reached the camp. It was in the Emerald Grave of all places. I don’t know why that struck me as odd, probably because I expected their base to be in a barren wasteland, not a tropical paradise. Either way, I wasn’t complaining. The camp was surrounded by Red Templars, those things gave me the heebie jeebies. I sucked in my breath as I approached the guard at the front of the camp. Immediately he drew his sword. I quickly raised my hands in a sign of goodwill, despite the fact every cell was screaming at me to burn this man alive.

“What do you want?” The guard’s voice was gruff and distorted, as if he had a rock lodged in his throat, which he might’ve now that I think about it….

“I seek a audience with Commander Samson.” I sounded very important, I almost sounded like an actual adult. It was weird.

The guard looked at me skeptically. “No one gets an audience with the Commander.” I snapped my fingers and the dead spy immediately defrosted. The guard’s eyes widened. “Can he make an exception?”

The guard glared at me, “We’ll be watching you.”

“I expect no less.” I winked at him as I re-froze my specimen, then strutted through the camp towards the large crimson tent. Another guard stopped me at the door, but with a nod from the guard at the entrance to the camp, he allowed me entrance, and to be allowed to gaze upon the esteemed Commander.

He was ugly. Simply put, he was just ugly. His face was too long, his eyes were too big, and his nose was too long. He had nothing on the Inquisition’s own Commander, and I liked him already.

“Commander Samson.” I addressed him, my hands behind my back like a proper adult.

He looked up at me, a wild look in his eyes, “What? Who’re you?”

I smiled, “My name is Hissera Katari, I’m was with the Inqui-” Before I could finish my sentence, Samson had drawn his sword and was pointing the tip at my throat. I liked this man more and more.

“Was, Commander, was,” I smiled “I have, defected, so to speak, and as a show of good faith, I bring you proof of my allegiance.” I snapped my fingers and the corpse was on its feet, a thin layer of frost coating it’s entire body. With another click, the Eyeless Spy was defrosted and a wicked smile spread across Samson’s lips.

“This will do quite nicely Ms.Katari, this will do quite nicely indeed”