IN THE BEGINING...
There was an old saying, here, "be careful the wishes of your flesh be not confused with the desire of your heart; for that way lies self deceit, madness, sadness, and ruin.' The High Tevinter had taught it himself to his acolytes, the very mages who now dragged the Raven haired beauty through the glowing Eluvian... if only he had not been so arrogant in his power, so lustful toward his ambitions, and so hateful of his social betters, they all may have been spared the fate he sealed when he shattered its frame, and let the jagged shards of it's glass stay on the stone floor. But then... he was a Tevinter.
Her rumored beauty was a profound understatement, the raven haired lover of the Hero of Ferelden was radiant; and once she was properly relieved of any blessed jewelry, and enchanted garments, would be properly humble before him, her soon to be lord and master. He would, of course, take his pleasures with her, but after they were sated, the deal with her mother, Ashabellena, could be struck. Soon true power would be his, and the very magister of Tevinter would bow to him.
First things first, her unveiling. They brought her to him.
She spat at him as he kissed her. (Such passion, he would enjoy braking her will.)
He wiped her spit from his face, then licked it from his hand. "You were hard to find Malificar," he said as he caressed her cheek, then let his fingers descend down her long, slender neck, then slowly removed her necklace.
"Traitor," she said with a predatory smile as they slowly stripped her enchanted robes and rings from her curvaceous body.
He gazed approvingly at her breasts, and smiled, "you have had a child; he favored you, good, your mother will be pleased... rack and bind her."
Morrigan lay on the rack as they strapped her to it, "The right wrist is a little loose," she said with a grin as a young, female mage stepped to her bound wrist and cut deep.
"You won't find it funny when we're done bleeding you and bring your mother to push you from your own body, and send you into the fade to face the wrath of all the divine beings you so callously mistreated," the young female mage sighed.
Morrigan smiled, "Divine beings? OH the demons? the Abominations... right, I must be in Tevinter. Goody. That would explain a lot." She smiled and sighed as the mage drew her blood into a vial, till she spilled some on her index finger - a drop.
"Brave words...," the female mage began, then grimaced, then winced in pain... then screamed in agony.
Morrigan grinned malevolent, "Did you spill some?."
The female mage removed her hand from Morrigan's wrist, the flesh melting from the bone as if soaked in acid. The mages blood seeped from out of her.
Morrigan laughed and snapped her restraints effortlessly. "Thank you for that, I haven't had a good bleeding in years. You pompous ass, you genuinely think you 'found' me? Typical Tevinter, thinking he controls providence, he alone can mold fate. I'm here by design, one greater than either yours... or mine; to bring something this world needs desperately... change. More specifically, hope, and the only chance it has against the arrogance of your kind. I was wondering how I was to return, my mate left me without telling me he was leaving, I had no chance to go with him... my Eluvian was rendered powerless; so, you have my thanks for your timely 'rescue'. As for the affliction your female acolyte is being eaten by... a gift from my 'child' keeps mommy safe - wanna taste?"
The female mages's hand was now a bubbling stump.
"You might want to put something on that," Morrigan said, "Try humility."
The high Tevinter stepped forward, cut his palms and fired huge balls of flame at Morrigan who simply winked. He gripped his wrists as his hands caught fire, his robes consumed as the fire balls vanished.
"Is that all you can do?" Morrigan said with an air of irritability as she stepped over the convulsing body of the female mage as her arm melted away. "I don't want to kill you Tevinters, I like you, really I do: magic ruling the world, mortals as cattle, blood magic, tacky robes, sexual assault, sexual ambiguity, pissing off an absolute diety, good fun. I don't want to end it, but I got a hot date, with destiny, and my boy needs to see his father, so... the mirror."
"It is ruined," the high Tevinter said laughing, "your infant is lost to you!"
"Blood," Morrigan went on, as if he never uttered a word, "is that what I need for this repair? What am thinking... Tevinter - of course it is. Let's see, seven Tevinter mages."
"You don't have the skills!" The high Tevinter roared, "ready minions!"
Morrigan smiled, "Your right... I don't. My 'infant', however." She closed her eyes and smiled , then whispered softly to an image in her mind, "Blood darling, they have more than enough."
The floor shook gently as the shards of the Eluvian jumped upon it, then rose and swirled about in a vortex of unimagined ferocity, a tornado came alive, centered on Morrigan who smiled and closed her eyes as only the High Tevinter shielded himself in a force globe; the others were eviscerated (gutted) alive, skinned alive, then drawn and quartered, and finally liquified in one huge red, sticky cloud that slammed into the shattered Eluvian's frame, instantly mending it. The glass glowed black-red as the liquid mass covered it, and he entered through it: four feet tall, five years old, seething with power, Cormack Cousland.
The Tevinter laughed - nervously - but loudly. "YOU JEST!" He coughed, then whistled, and in walked two emaciated elven slaves. "I'll let them play with you boy." He cut the slaves throats. The bodies of the two slaves convulsed, then contorted in agony as they transformed into massive abominations. He stared at Morrigan as the two great beasts advanced on her son, smirking.
Morrigan smiled back politely, "If that is how you want to die," she said indifferently as she dressed.
"Do it," Cormack said.
The Tevinter turned to the boy in meer curiosity, then gaped in terror.
"They want to play with you," Cormack said with a sigh of disappointment.
"Cormack?," Morrigan called happily to her son, " help mommy find her jewelry."
"Ok mommy," he said unhappily, and somberly strode to his mother as the two massive beasts advanced on their former master.
The High Tevinter drank pure Lyrium and cut his cauterised wounds - another lesson he'll never teach: NEVER make tortured and starved slaves... ABOMINATIONS! - Too late he learned this vital truth, and understood another - Cormack could free the weak, and enslaved minds of anyone, or anything - and bend it to his own; even demons and abominations - maybe even dragons and Darkspaw- .
They tore his throat out... then they really hurt him.
First, they tore his jaw from his face. His tongue wagged uselessy for a moment before it was ripped out by the root.
Morrigan stopped to watch as the Tevinters eyes told the story of his silent hell, the only sounds came from his body... a symphony of long, slow, sharp, wet, SNAPS as they snapped his ribs off.
Then they found his genitals.
The next sounds were worse... CHEWING - the Tevinter had fed them after all. His flesh... his living flesh was being consumed. And his eyes... it warmed her heart to see such justice. Truly it did.
"I found the ring, the one like daddy's."
Morrigan cheered her son, and held him to her breast. "My good boy!"
Cormack hugged his mother as she nuzzled him in her bosom, "Mommy, will we go see daddy now?"
"Yes darling," she said and covered her son with adoring kisses, "I was having so much fun watching you play now. You are such a good boy. Hey! what say we go get something sweet to eat before we see daddy? I can't wait to tell him how good you got along with those nice Abominations."
"Ok! Hey, do you think we'll see grandma?"
"Oh, I dearly hope so," Morrigan sneered, "I truly, truly do."
Change had come to Tevinter, and if it were as smart as it thought it was, the imperium would leave the pair alone, or drop to its knees before them.