Hey! So I use to post on this site a long time ago back when I was in high school and sorry for anyone who was following my other stuff (I might rewrite those at some point). But wow there has been A LOT of personal character development between me now and me then.

I'm currently at a university studying music but I decided I wanted to get back into writing a little bit and might start working on original works but I guess here's a fanfic for one of my favorite games! As much as I love Dorian damn I wish I could romance Cullen with my male inquisitor but I play on console so I can't do that Bi-Cullen mod so I can just dream and write a fanfic about it *cries*. Hope you guys like it!

Cullen x Male Lavellan, and some Dorian x Male Lavellan

Chapter 1

He watched helplessly as a sickeningly clawed arm impaled one his men piercing through the armor completely to the other side. Shouting out in desperation, Cullen shielded off an incoming attack from the grotesquely disfigured creature before him following up with a well-placed slash across demon's torso. Turning over his left shoulder, the commander turned his head back towards his two remaining men who were fending off demons of their own by the stone rampart that was still standing as a last bastion amidst the chaos and destruction

Hearing the sound of raw magical energy crackling in the air, Cullen felt a churning in his gut wrench through his entire body as the large mass of chaotic magic clawed at the very air in front of him.

The commander watched as another of his men, who had been exchanging blows with another demonic shade, get thrown off balance. No. Shifting his weight, Cullen began to turn to run toward the shade with the rift above it knowing fully well he was much too far to make it in time to save his soldier. Again, he watched the shade cleave through another one of his men, ripping right through the breastplate and splattering the frosted ground with blood.

With reckless desperation the ex-templar rushed the demonic creature with a swift parry followed up with two solid slashes directly across the creature's distorted face. Like all of the creatures before, as he struck down this one it immediately began to dissolve into the same sinister green energy before trailing back into the amalgamation of energy above his head.

Letting the tip of his sword fall through to the ground, Cullen's chest heaved as he looked around the battlefield in between breaths. Time seemed to stall as he looked from the stone wall behind him to the rift in the air above him with the decimated remains of the Temple of Sacred Ashes and the fissure tearing through the heavens with raw magical energy pouring out in distant.

Everything was muted for him as the commander's gaze fell upon the rift before him as it began to shift and distort before sending even more bursts of energy down to the ground conjuring even more demons. Lifting up his sword, Cullen breathed in as he braced himself for another wave with a weight of hopelessness building in the pit of his stomach. Rushing in with reckless abandon, he knew they were fighting in a battle that they could not win.

As his sword clashed with the claws of one of the shades, the ex-templar watched as the one off to his right was overcome immediately by frost that seemingly came out of nowhere as he heard, a calm yet demanding voice call out from behind him, "be wary, another fade rift!" As he took another swing into the demonic shade in front of him, he caught out of his peripherals an arrow like bolt hit the frozen shade and shattering it to pieces with a violent yet contained explosion.

"Cullen," he heard a familiar voice call out from his left as he watched a blade find purchase on the shade flanking in on his left. With refreshing ferocity, a woman bearing a sword, shield, and scowl ran to Cullen's side. "Lady Cassandra," he said in between breathes before cutting down the shade in front of him.

"How many rifts are there," a familiar dwarven man wielding an intricately designed crossbow said as he ran up to the two and dropping a handful of caltrops just in front of them. As he did this the rift above them began to throb with power once again and he watched an elven man wielding a simple staff step into his line of view. "We must seal it if we are to get past," the elf called out which perplexed the commander as no one has been able to accomplish such a task.

"Quickly then," the seeker shouted out over the chaos of the battlefield as tall, slender, demonic creatures leapt from the masses of energy on the ground before them. Running at the closest one, both Cullen and Cassandra swung their swords at it while blocking off its long and jagged claws. As it pulled back an angular arm, to attack, the commander watched as another explosive bolt hit the other demon further back, throwing it off its feet while the two warriors slashed through the first creature.

Dragging his sword from the disintegrating body of the demon, the ex-templar turned his attention to the other demon. In panicked horror, he watched as the creature contort and scramble to its feet before it slinked into a small rift opening at the ground below it.

Looking around frantically, Cullen readied his sword and shield to strike as soon as the demon reappeared. Hearing a tearing sound that sounded like the sickly tearing of flesh coming from the ground below him, the commander and the seeker both shifted their weight to move out. It was much too late, however, and with their weight shifting the demon knocked them both off of their feet as it clawed its way out of the earth through the sickening rift below them.

The fiend reeled its wretched head back as it began to let out a shriek that sounded like jagged blades being dragged across marbled stone. Cullen cringed as the demon's scream crawled its way into his ears ravaging his head like a sharp and pounding headache felt from the back of his eyes to the back of his skull. He wanted to jump to his feet, scramble off to the side, or just roll out of the way but his body wouldn't move no matter how hard he tried to. Watching helplessly, Cullen watched as the demon pulled back its sickening claws for an attack and he felt his arms growing weak, too weak to lift his shield or sword to block off the attack.

Out of his peripherals, the commander could see Varric struggling with his crossbow while Solas was only beginning the hand gestures for a spell. Unable to move, Cullen steeled himself and braced for the impact of the fiend's claws.

Hearing the sound of electricity crackling in the air behind them Cullen heard a high-pitched whistling follow shortly after as he watched a concentrated bolt of lightning pierce through the demon's chest, disrupting its attack as it staggered back slightly.

Feeling control over his body once more, Cullen leapt to his feet and both he and the seeker beside him ran their swords through the fiend before ripping their blades out and tearing deep wounds through the creature.

As the demon's body began to dissolve and return to the fade rift, the tear in the air before them opened up and a bolt of raw energy pierced the center of the rift. The rift began to warp and distort before shriveling up and imploding on itself in a violent burst sending a shockwave ringing throughout the entire battlefield.

Between regaining his balance and catching his breath Cullen fixed his slumped posture and pulled his sword up from the ground and sheathed before turning to the seeker beside him. "Lady Cassandra, you managed to close the rift," he asked between heaving breaths, "well done."

Wiping the sweat from her brow with her gloved hand, Cassandra acknowledged the ex-templar, "do not congratulate me, commander." Shifting her attention from him, she turned in the direction of the dwarf and the elven apostate behind her with an exasperated sigh, "this is the prisoner's doing."

Between Varric and Solas stood another elven man, another mage, with a disheveled head of hair the color of the ashes and the snow scattered around them. The younger elven man held his left hand up close to his chest as it glowed with the same energy as the rifts against the ghostly pale skin of his hand. As the elf turned his head toward the commander the elf's colorless grey eyes met his own. A confused and concerned look grew on the young man's face as he spoke gently, "Cullen."

I hope you guys enjoyed it I'll try to update this every week or every other week and try not to just abandon this story!