Note: Okay, this fic needs a little explanation. Someone on the Dragon Age kink meme requested Lady Gaga/Teyren Loghain. Fo' serious. And like the serial crack writer that I am, I *had* to fulfill that request. Brownie points for spotting the music video this is from...
Prologue
The room was littered with the half-mummified bodies of naked men, and the stench challenged even the strongest for control of their stomachs.
Teyrn Loghain pulled his sword from the limp corpse of the witch, and wiped his blade against a fold of her red dress. The men who remained with him held firm while they watched the voluptuous figure waste away into a dessicated corpse. The others were outside, relieving themselves of lunch. "Demon spawn," Loghain spat, and sheathed his sword in disgust. As he turned, a reflection of light through the window caught on something around the witch's neck, and gave the general pause. A sliver of gold in the shape of lightning, contained in a crystal of clear glass. His gauntlets clinked against the bauble as he pulled the trinket from the witch's neck and examined the work. A strange symbol shaped like the letter "G" in the style of ancient Tevinter script was carved into the bottom of the glass. An imperceptible tingle traveled through his arm and down his body. He felt... flushed. The Teyrn's deeply furrowed brow creased further as his hands closed around the amulet.
"Looks like she's been seducing men and bringing them here for months," said the Teyrn. "Find out what you can about the victims," he told his men, "Inform the families. Put in a request to the royal treasuries for compensation. And if Maric won't pay this debt, I damn well will. Take it out of my coffers if necessary. Make sure they get something."
So saying, the large general turned and walk from the cottage that smelled of rancid earth. Since the death of his wife he had walked like a hollow shell through the world, but the senseless deaths here shook even his cold facade. He brought the amulet out into the light and studied the bauble in the sun as he walked. It seemed to glittered with an obscene inner light. In his hands, the crystal seemed to pulse to an infectious beat. And if he concentrated, focused all his thoughts on the golden center, he thought he saw a woman dancing...