Tainted By a Demon

Pre-Inq. Junriel Lavellan is a powerful mage. Unknown to the clan and his peers, he had signed his life away to a demon a long time ago. How far will he go to keep it a secret? How long will it take for him to confess? How will the Others save him from such a powerful demon? Smut. Possible pairings.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age series.

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Chapter 1: Introducing Balam

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He was gone.

He didn't expect him to be gone just like that.

The bitter tears dripped down from his cheeks as he knelt down beside the cold, dead body of his foster father. There was that open wound on his chest where the blood was pouring out––where the sword was lodged right into his chest when he was trying to protect him. The hole in his chest reminded him of the hole of his heart right now, and his father's death had cut him deeper than the blade that had stabbed him.

"Jun…" Deshanna called out as she pulled the little boy away from her dead uncle.

She brought him into her warm embrace and Jun resisted at first before he welcomed it, hugging her back tightly as tears flowed down freely on his face. "He's…gone…" He managed out with a choke.

Bandits.

Bandits came to attack them and for what? They didn't know. Gold? Materials? They took whatever they can and even took the lives of some of their love ones. Once more the Lavellan Clan suffered losses.

That night, Jun visited the fade.

Jun was different. He wasn't born into the Lavellan clan. In fact, his foster father found him by a river, all alone and no one around. As he grew up, he became a blessing and everyone seemed to love him, especially his father. At six years old, he started exhibiting magical abilities. He had remarkable talent and control over his magic. He was destined to be a First in the future, right after Deshanna once she is Keeper. She should be Keeper, he thought.

Now, he's eleven years. Now without a father. Now…getting revenge.

"If there are any demons out there! I call to you to come out! NOW!" Junriel shouted, calling for any spirit or demon to come to his aid. "You wanted a mage right? A vessel?! I can give that you!"

No answer. It made sense. Junriel had driven out all the demons, and he supposed no spirit will come to aid his vengeance.

Jun tried again. "PLEASE! I'll give you anything!"

"Anything?" A deep, dark voice responded, followed by a chuckle that made his tiny body tremble.

Before him, a strange elf began to manifest before him. However this elf looked different…more devious. The strange elf was taller than any human he had encountered and his frame was broader. He was also very pale. If not for the pointy long ears, he would have mistaken him to be a human.

"Who… who are you…?" Jun asked, staring up at the demon's red glowing eyes.

The demon smiled in mocking gentleness as he knelt down before the child. "A demon… but if I have to give you a name, then call me… Balam."

"Balam…" It sounded strange and it didn't sound like any Elvhen name. Just strange. Demons were strange.

"Now you mentioned that you would give me anything?" He asked the child. "In what, for exchange, should I do to have that grandiose reward?"

"…To kill… you must kill the bandits that killed my father…" Junriel said, determination, fear and yet bravery shown in his eyes. "Can you do it?" He challenged the demon.

Balam let out a laugh that would send chills down anyone's spine. "Can I do it, he says… Yes. If I do it, then you have to promise me something."

"…What is that promise?"

"It's a promise that you can never break… See, young one, I want you to not only pledge your life to me and me only, but I want to take something from you. I will not tell you what until the time comes for me to take it."

"When will you take it?"

"Ohhh, when? When… I suppose twenty years should be sufficient time," Balam said and he reached over to cup the chin of the child. "In the meanwhile, you belong to me, so no dealing with other demons… Oh, and no relationships with anyone."

Junriel didn't understand that last part, but either way he agreed. "So long as my father's murderers are dead, I'll do whatever you want."

"Good…" Balam smiled viciously as he stood to his feet. "Tomorrow… you will find them dead and my name will be written in blood. Sweet dreams… Junriel."

With that, the demon disappeared and Junriel was left in the dream world.

By the next morning, the Keeper told everyone to move. They must keep going or else bandits would find them again. They planned to head north that day. Once they were packed, off they traveled for several hours. Junriel wondered how the demon would be able to keep his promise of killing those murderers. His answers were soon given to him when they walked over a hill, but stopped.

Before them were the corpses of the bandits that attacked them the other day. It looked like each had vomited all the blood and guts from their bodies on to the ground. Many screamed at the grotesque sight, fearing what sort of disease had killed them. Was it Balam? Junriel questioned.

He got his answers when he saw a blood–written name on a boulder: Balam.

The Demon did it.

And now, he belongs to him.

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