Those foolish mortals. Damned ignorant insects. So easily distracted from our love and guidance. So quick to venerate, so ready to raise up their new god, the one calling itself Maker. Not even our former servants acknowledged such ridiculous hubris when they spoke of that being.

How long has it been? Ages? Eons? Millennia? Time flows so differently in the Fade. My brothers and I have watched the coils and clenches of this world of Thedas since our departure, its ebb and flow. The Qunari are deliciously intriguing… such fun we could have with them.

Dumat, my vainglorious brother, you did not understand, did not comprehend the folly of what you sought via the darkspawn- though in your wisdom you led the Magisters to the Black City to draw the Maker's wrath, even you couldn't know what the poisoning of their blood and flesh would do to them, nor did you fully grasp the consequences. Nor did Zazikel, who sought to finish what you began and suffered your fate. Toth truly wanted to destroy everything; he placed his fires within the darkspawn's blood and began teaching them magic, creating the first emissaries. Ah, Toth. Andoral built upon your work, claiming the Kossith for his own and bringing forth the first ogres. This time it will be different; this time we shall be triumphant. For I know what must be done. And I shall not be Tainted. For I am the God of Beauty- and I cannot, shall not, be despoiled.

My darkspawn children, clawing at the stone with their very fingernails- every day brings them ever closer to me. I hear them within the earth, their labors echoing throughout the bones of this world. They hear my song, my Beautiful Song- for am I not the Beautiful God? They clamor for me; they crave my presence, yearn to see me, free me from imprisonment. Then shall I remind the world what it truly means to be a God. And the Maker will bow to me before I destroy… No! Their touch… so foul, it burns… the corruption… tainted! The Taint! No… this was not how it was meant… not what it was supposed to be… aaahrrrr… the pain… twisting… warping… my body, my beautiful body… my enchanting song… NNNOOOOO! The… pain… it… it…

…turningtwistinghatingvomitingseethingdecayingbilemustdestroyMakermustkillthemall…

…dwarvesevilallinstonenotnaturalmustbowmusthavethemallwillmakeintomoremorechildrenlovelyrottingchildrentobitetorendtoteartokilltokillthemall…

…bringthewomenbringthemallmakeintominemakeintomorechildrenmorebeautifuldecayingchildren…

...cometomemydarlingscometoyourmasteryourGODwillmakeyouminewillbringyoufleshwilldestroykillMakerallofthemallwilldie…

…feelthemfeeltheTaintinthemWardensGreytheyareminebutnotminebringthemtomeIwillteachthemtolovethepainlovethetaintlovethedeathoftheworlddeathofMakercomebastardchildrenyourfatheryourGODcommandsyoucometomeandknowmylovelywrathasyoudiebetweenmyteethinmybelly…

…toobrighttheworldtoomuchsuntoomuchgreenburningblasphemybrightnessneedtoTaintneedtofoulneedtospoiltheprettytooprettynotlikeme… like I was, like we used to be…

…NONONONONOfetidfoulpestilencerottingscabdecayYESYESYESpainisgooddeathisloveallwilldieandknowmylovemycaressevenMakerwillfeelradiantwrathjoyfulslaughterendlessagonyeternalbloodpeelingpusflesh…

…thereyoutheretwoWardensGreytwotokilltwotofeedmecomeandfeedyourGODyourMakerwillfeedmeandgrowstronggrowintomore… DIIEEEEEEEEE!

…aaahhhh… the pain… still cannot marshal thoughts, but there is clarity now, lucid… you… Wardens… you did this… Even now you believe you do the Maker's work… foolish creatures… No, I will not thank you for putting an end to it, to me… yet even a god can be grateful…