[Ok, so this is the very beginning of the story. Do you feel I should continue with it or just delete it from my computer?]
"Althaia this is our families tradition tracing back to our tribal origins with the Dalish elves! You will accept the gift our families blood has gifted you!" The largely built for an elf male spoke in a tone that was more fit for a drunken dwarf but was effective in gather the attention of his children. The youngest Althaia too was often drawn to listen whether she honestly wish to or not.
"I do not wish to follow our families choices! Why must I consort with demons!I will not do it!" She returned with a pleading hiss as she begged her father to let her live as an apostate not wishing to submit to blood magic. She wasn't blind and saw what one could and eventually would become if not driven to insanity by their lust for power.
"Child so help me you will do this willingly or I shall knock you into the fade myself! You will not stop our families tradition! Your brother, sister, mother, myself and our ancestors have all done it you will not stop the chain!" Her father continued the pupils of his eyes disappearing into a glowing grey color. The words them selves being tainted with the maleficarum's magic.
"But... I do not wish too... I will fight it every step of the way!"
Althaia was quiet in how she spoke there was a seriousness to her voice. Her feet began to slide across the floor as she began the slow walk back into her room where the blood magics influence made her lie down. Her mother entering shortly behind her with a odd looking circlet of silver that had the glow of pure lyrium in a gem form. This is what her family had used for generations to push other members into the fade so they may find their 'partner' as they called it, to her it was to find her soon to be cursed betrothed seeing as she would be stuck with them for life.
As the world around her dulled and she fell into sleep having been forced to rest and pass through the veil she hesitated a moment. Her surroundings were nothing short of gruesome. It was as if the demons knew she would becoming and were wanting to show who was the better one. 'Where they not picky? Did they just choose who brought the best...gift? Is that what this supposed to be?' The nature of demons bothered her however it was nothing in comparison to the fact her family possessed barbarian standards for their already immoral choice in magic. Pushing the void-black strand of hair that had slid from her unusually neat bun back behind her ear she glanced around. Althaia could sense the demons approaching. In a single moment a melting pot full of emotions swirled through her mind. They all shared a weak presence but none of them compared to her wish of fighting every last one of them off if she had to. Althaia refused to give in. She wouldn't submit to the same track her family had for so many generations without a cause.
Her own virtues would not let her become a...monster.