A/N: We're at the end! Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! Thank you to those who put this on their alerts and favorites. Thank you to the wonderful Saga Svanhildr for being my beta. Thank you so much to all who have supported this story. I know you'll be getting two alerts for this but I put the wrong update in the first one! D:

"Possession"

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Holy water cannot help you now
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out
I'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smoke you out

-"Seven Devils" by Florence and the Machine

"No!" Hawke struggled to keep the demon in her. How could he? How could he do that? Of course; for the same reason she had. The demon laughed and cackled inside of her, begging and reaching out for Fenris. She could see the wants and needs of the demon in its time of vulnerability. She saw its name. She would tell Sebastian. The demon leered, lingered inside of her because of the thought. It wanted to go, but could it risk it? She could see the demon's vision of being inside her love's body. The power of the lyrium… Her body shuddered.

The demon made its final decision and went into the Tevinter elf. The elf that had struggled so hard against the things that had been done to him by the magisters; who spoke against such magical things that he was now a part of. "Fenris…"

The elf smirked at her. His eyes were no longer green, but had shifted into almost pale grey, as if they were lyrium themselves. "Sorry, sweetie," the demon said. It was odd hearing that from Fenris, but it was enough to show that the demon was really in there.

"I know your name," she said, standing up slowly. Every limb in Hawke's body felt like gravity was pulling on her; tugging her heavily until she would be one with the ground.

"Do you?" Fenris asked. She had to remind herself that it wasn't him as she looked at the beautiful face she had fallen in love with.

"I could see inside of you as much as you saw inside of me, demon," she replied. Her chin jutted upwards in a sort of defiance. Well, it was as much as she was able to muster. Her innards felt like they were shutting down. She struggled to keep herself together. She was dying and she was sure that it would be too late for Bethany to try and save her. Oh, how she would try.

Fenris's jaw set and the demon let out a laugh. "You think it'll make a difference?" Yes. She did. She believed in them.

"I will save him." She had to. She couldn't lose him, yet she had been selfish enough to think he would be able to live on without her. She knew she wasn't strong enough, but he was. He could beat it.

"I doubt that," the demon said.

Hawke looked at Sebastian. It may have been her last action on Thedas, but she was at piece with it. Poor Sebastian. He looked so lost. "Keep your faith, Sebastian," she told him. "The Maker has never left your side." She looked at Bethany. "I love you." Bethany opened her mouth to say something, but Hawke turned away. She couldn't bear to see the look on her sister's face. It was already painful enough that she had to be there. Somewhere Leandra was scolding her, Hawke knew it.

"I grow bored," the demon moaned. Fenris's body erupted into his ghost phase. Bethany gasped heavily; even the nonmagical humans there could feel the power rippling through the air.

"Then let's dance, bitch." The demon plunged Fenris's hands into Hawke's chest. She could feel his hands around her heart, clenching as tightly as he could. She let out a scream of pain. Her hands shot out and grabbed his wrists. The demon would not pull her heart out of her chest. No. Not now. "Belphegor," she yelled at Sebastian. Her chest heaved up and down as she felt the demon in Fenris tugging as hard as it could. She gritted her teeth together. "Finish, Sebastian!" Her pleas were desperate.

She listened to Sebastian finish the rite and Bethany join with him. She was beginning to lose her strength. Was this the end?

oOoOoOo

"Maker, my enemies are abundant. Many are those who rise up against me, but my faith sustains me. I shall not fear the legion should they set themselves against me. Though all before me is shadow, yet shall the Maker be my guide," Sebastian and Bethany chanted together. "I shall not be left to wander the drifting roads of the Beyond, for there is no darkness in the Maker's Light, and nothing that he had wrought shall be lost." Both of them held out one hand towards Hawke struggling against the demon in possession of Fenris.

"Finish it!" Hawke cried.

She had faith in him. Bethany had faith in him. Though he was sure that Fenris's faith had wavered, it was still there. They trusted him. That was all he needed to guide him through troubled times. He had lost his way once before but he had found it. He would not fail. He could not. He didn't have it in him to watch her die.

"Maker, though the darkness comes upon me I shall embrace the light. I shall weather the storm. I shall endure. What you have created, no one can tear asunder." Sebastian paused. "Belphegor! Draw your last breath! Cross the Veil and the Fade and all the stars in the sky. Rest at the Maker's right hand. Be drawn from this man and be forgiven."

Magical energy pulsed through the air. Bethany did her best to protect them from backlash. Sebastian watched as Fenris's body reeled backwards, still clutching Hawke's heart in his hands. In one last act of desperation on the demon's part, he ripped her heart out of her chest. Bethany screamed as her sister's body hit the floor with a sickening thud. Sebastian gasped in terror. Why hadn't it worked? How could it not have? What went wrong? The demon tossed Hawke's heart to the side, and wiped its mouth causing Hawke's blood to smear over Fenris's face.

"No!" Sebastian yelled. "How could you?"

"Sister!" Bethany wailed and ran for her.

The demon in Fenris smirked, grabbing onto Bethany before she could get to Hawke. It was too late. She could not be healed. Bethany pressed her hands against Fenris's face and fire seared through her finger tips, burning the elf. The demon reeled back, connected to Fenris's body more than it thought, it felt the pain.

"Belphegor! Draw your last breath! Cross the Veil and the Fade and all the stars in the sky. Rest at the Maker's right hand. Be drawn from this man and be forgiven," Sebastian repeated. Fenris's body reeled back again. His back arched and he stood on the tips of his toes.

"No!" The voice did not belong to Fenris. It tore through the room. Sebastian felt it hit him straight in his soul. He felt tainted. He felt like he would never be the same again. His chest heaved. Fenris was fighting for control within.

Bethany grabbed Fenris as he left his ghost phase. "Listen to me," she begged him. "Look. See what the demon did, Fenris. Fight him. Gain control." Sebastian heard Bethany gasp, but he didn't know what it meant.

"I'm sorry," it was the elf's voice now. "Forgive me. Oh gods… Forgive me." Bethany shook her head and held the love of her sister's life close to her. "I couldn't stop it. I can't stop it. I couldn't just watch it kill her but it did…" They had never heard Fenris cry before. His sobs broke Sebastian's heart. He couldn't look at the bloodied mess the demon had made of Hawke. Neither of them could.

"Ssh," Bethany cooed to him. Sebastian could tell that she was crying as well. "Is it gone?"

"No," Fenris replied as he tried to keep his voice from wavering, but he failed. "It is dormant." Fenris pulled back from Bethany and looked at her. "Kill me. Send it back to the Fade."

The mage shook her head. "I can't. Fenris. My sister…she wouldn't have wanted me too."

Sebastian felt his friend's eyes look at him as the elf made his way to stand on his feet. It was his turn to cry, knowing what was going to be asked of him. "I know you loved her too," Fenris said quietly. "I have no right to live when she does not. It's the only way Sebastian." His mouth had gone dry and he attempted to speak, but his voice failed him. His faith in the Maker had led him to this. He had not passed his trials. He was not worthy.

Fenris sat down next to Hawke and pulled her body to his. "She keeps a knife in her study," he said. "Get it." Sebastian and Bethany didn't move. "Now!" Both left without another word. Sebastian didn't object, just this once. There was far more to be done, but the elf needed to be alone.

oOoOoOo

It had been hopeless. Hadn't he told her that in the beginning? A hard pain hit him in the chest. There was a void now that could never be replaced. He had yelled at them to leave. It was selfish of him, but in his last moments he wanted to have a moment with Hawke. Part of him liked to think that she was listening, wherever she was. He remembered her saying that after her mother died and he had been the one there to comfort her. She was with her family. Reunited again. It was what she deserved.

When the others left, Fenris touched the side of Hawke's cheek. "Foolish woman," he whispered. "It would have been easy to kill Merrill if she had summoned it, but you…you always put yourself in harm's way. Why? Why would you do this?" His voice shook with emotion, ones that he had never before experienced and never bothered to show. His eyes burned from the tears that had already fallen.

"I never said it," he told her. He swallowed hard. "But I love you." He had for a long, long time. Even before she had first said it to him. He had always been too afraid to let himself be able to love, to be loved. As a former slave, he didn't think he deserved it until her.

"I suppose that since things with us started bloody, that it was going to end bloody. You'd better not be walking to the Maker's side just yet." He could feel the demon trying to break down the barrier he had managed to put up. "Wait for me?" His thumb stroked her cheek and he brushed some of her hair out of her face. His body racked with pain. It wasn't the pain of knowing what he had done, or the demon trying to kill him from within. It was the loss of love. The loss of the one person that had made him want to live. She had saved him in so many ways. The least that he could do for her was make sure she wasn't alone in the next adventure of her life, even if she was sent there sooner than anyone would have liked.

"I hope you'll forgive me."

The struggle with Belphegor was getting harder to keep up. He turned to the side and spit out blood. Was it his or was it Hawkes? The copper tang in the back of his throat told him it was his. If there was a Maker, he'd better be listening now. "If I'm not worthy to be by your side with her, you had better watch over her." He glanced upwards. "You hear me?" He felt the demon laughing inside of him, clawing away. If the demon couldn't have him, no one would.

He listened as Sebastian and Bethany came back in the room. He leaned in and kissed Hawke one last time. He closed her eyes and did the same. "Make it quick."

oOoOoOo

Sebastian raised the knife and Bethany whimpered. The only living Hawke turned away. She could not watch. He didn't blame her. "May the Maker guide you to her side," he said, emphasizing where Fenris would be going. He rammed the knife through Fenris's back and watched as he slumped over.

"Belphegor, leave this body, it is no longer of use. Cross through the Veil, back to the Fade, where you belong," Sebastian commanded. Bethany moved next to him and took his hand as they watched a light emanate from Fenris. They watched together as the demon took corporeal form. "Belphegor! Draw your last breath, cross the Veil and the Fade and all the stars in the sky. Rest at the Maker's right hand. Be drawn from this man and be forgiven," he stated in a much more commanding voice than before.

"Do not expect me to take this lightly. He was mine!" It yelled. "This is not the end!"

"Oh, yes," Bethany replied, "it is."

Sebastian threw the dagger into the chest of the demon and Bethany pounded the physical form with every spell in her arsenal until the dying scream of Belphegor echoed through the room and the demon disappeared. Bethany rushed to Fenris's side and Sebastian watched as the First Enchanter worked to heal him.

"What's wrong?" Sebastian asked.

Bethany's head hung low as if she was listening to something. "He doesn't want to be healed," she said. Sebastian stepped closer to see his friend holding Hawke's hand. "He's dead. I can't believe this is real. They're both dead." She stood up and turned to him, tears already flowing again. "I'm all alone."

Sebastian pulled her into his arms. "No, lass," he said. "You're not alone."

oOoOoOo

In the next days, funeral arrangements were made. No one dared to step into the Hawke Estate after the mess had been cleaned and the bodies were ready to be cremated. The new Grand Cleric of Kirkwall spoke of the things that Hawke had done for the city. Testaments to the good she and Fenris did were given. Flowers were stacked high in front of the Hawke Estate. Condolences were sent and Bethany had to go back to the Tower. After everything, she was still in there, locked in the Gallows, but Sebastian visited every day.

She barely ate. He could see her withering away. Her strength had failed and she was losing her hair quickly. Her skin looked like it was stretched across her skull. During his latest visit with her, she told him there was no use in eating. She was ready to die.

Sebastian slammed his fists down on her desk and it caused her to jump. "What do you think you're doing?" She asked. Even her voice had taken a weaker tone. The dark circles under her eyes looked bigger every time he saw her and now, she would barely move from her desk.

"Stop this madness!" He begged her. "Bethany, you must eat."

"Why?" She asked. It had almost sounded like the Hawke stubbornness was going to appear. "I've searched foolishly through the Fade to find some connection to Fenris and my sister. I wanted to ask the spirits, but you know what happened? They ignore me! What if she's not with Fenris? What if she's not at the Maker's side? We killed them Sebastian, because we couldn't save them. How can you live with yourself?"

"There are days that I can't," he answered honestly. "But these days are better. When I'm with you… Hawke wouldn't want you like this, Bethany. Varric. Aveline. Isabela. They're all worried about you. They don't blame anyone. We did our best." He had tried to his best believe that since the day that it happened, but he knew that he did live for the days that he saw her.

"They weren't there. They don't understand."

"I understand," Sebastian said. "Bethany. Please."

"I'd rather die."

He moved towards her, but she reeled back as if she had been hit. "Don't say that." His voice had barely been above a whisper. He took her hand in his, and gave it a small affectionate squeeze. "Do you know what today is?"

Her eyes narrowed at him. "Yes."

"We need to go, Bethany. You need to be there."

"It…It's too much," she told him. "The finality of a funeral just means my sister and Fenris are never coming back. I can't deal with that." He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles.

"Aye," he agreed, "then we shall deal with it together."

A/N: So this was a kind of experiment story for me. I just wanted to see how it would come out and I'm so so happy you guys liked it. As in all movies like the ones that inspired this someone had to die. –cringes- Don't hate me too much!