Disclaimer: I do NOT own Dragon Age or any aspect of the series or any related characters, locations, plot points, etc. I am simply borrowing them to string from the rafter so I can make them dance the horrific dance of Shadows of Darkness Ascending. Poor fellas.


Intro

There I stood before the great Old God, all power and strength radiating from his human embodiment. I heard him though no words escaped his lips; I sensed him, felt him with in my own blood. His voice, his song, called to me like a lover's serenade. He may have taken the form of a man, yet this beautiful creature was anything but human. To name him an abomination would be too kind, though no abomination had ever appeared so stunning.

Brilliant locks of his strait blonde hair fell loosely in front of his warm golden eyes. An unwavering seductive smile graced his handsome, lightly tanned face. He donned radiant white steel armor engraved with intricate enchantments. Though it hid the masterpiece beneath, I questioned not the perfection of his flawless, toned body. It whispered of desires of the flesh and promised not to disappoint. He left me unsteady and unsure.

Was I afraid? In truth, I was terrified, but not of him. No, what truly made my blood run cold was my own desire. Never before had I quested for power or strived for fulfillment. The foreign need was rampant and unyielding, threatening to consume my conscience. When he spoke the words, the promises, I craved them as though they were the very air I breathed. I craved him, and for the first time even, I knew not what to do.

The grip I held on my staff tightened, but it did little to focus my mind. All I could hear was the soothing melody of his voice in my head, a song more beautiful than the ears could ever hear. It was both mesmerizing and paralyzing, but I wished it never to end. I didn't want to fight it; I just wanted it to be, to live within me as it did now. There existed in it a pleasure like no mortal had ever felt, and I wanted to keep it.

He moved close to me, very close, and though my lungs seized in panic, my body refused to retreat. His fingertips left a tingling trail along the heated skin of my cheek and I shuttered without control. The scent of his skin was richer than ambrosia and beckoned to me with need. I remained frozen, unmoving as he descended on me, pressing his full, soft lips against mine.

What followed was a blissful peace like nothing I had ever felt. Everything around me was gone. The world, my world, disappeared into nothingness. That which I once valued was now meaningless. The wars, the blight, they mattered to me no longer. All I wanted was to hold on to that empty peace, to never let it go, to never let him go.


A/N: So I have gone back to rework the other chapters... The characters will remain the same, but I just wasn't happy with how things were flowing... I hope to have a few of them back up by the end of the day and hopefully a new chapter soon. Thanks for your patience and for reading.