Thoughts

Half-Demon/Spirits Talking

Lyrium Talking

Rin's Half-Demon half speaking out loud (Think of it like possession)/Rin's Half-Demon half speaking through the mental link

Chapter Nine: Never Alone

She wasn't there. Hawke didn't see anyone with Varania's description anywhere in the tavern. He clenched his fist to stop himself from lighting the entire building on fire, and he ended up running to the rooms near the back of the tavern and didn't see her in any of those rooms. When he came back to see his companions looking worried and when Aveline opened her mouth to say something Hawke turned and punches the wall and managed to crack it. He cursed as he repeatedly hit the wall only to be stopped with Aveline gripping his arm and holding it back with Anders fussing over his wound and healing it.

However, he didn't listen to any of their words as a single thought ranged in his head the entire time. One that brought tears to his eyes and he brought the other one to rub his face. I have failed him. That thought tore him apart; it clawed his heart and ripped it to shreds. He had promised to protect his charge, and now he was lost somewhere in the city with Fenris and probably imprisoned by some maniac Tevinter Mage that could torture him and kill him or worse experiment and enslave him.

"Hawke, we will find him; both of them." Aveline comforted the Champion as best she could. The last time one of them has been captured his mother; Maker blesses her soul. No one brought up what happened that day and when her death anniversary neared, well Hawke became slightly reclusive. To this day he still hasn't even touched her room and always visited her grave whenever he felt overly stressed to tell her about his adventures. They were lucky that Hawke bounced back from that loss to make the viscount's' request and manage to make a rational decision during it and handle the Arishock despite not being able to sit down and mourn for her. When he did finally managed time to mourn only for him to rip back to the problems of the cities Templar's and Mages as the two head figures debated over the matter.

"How?" Hawke answered and looked at her, lost and unfocused without a clue on how to continue forward. "This city is massive and not even mentioning the mountains. You barely have enough Guardsmen to spread out and find them, and they could be escaping any moment, and we'll never see them again. Fenris or Rin-"

"None of that!" Anders interrupted and looked fiercely at him. "We'll find them and make this Denarius bastard pay for it! We'll find and save them. They won't end up like your mother, Hawke. That we promise." Anders stated and removed his hand from Hawke's now healed one. Hawke swallowed and brought his arms to his side. "We just need to recollect our heads and think our next move carefully." Hawke breathed out and thought his next move carefully.

Then tavern door bust open.

O.O

Rin doesn't remember feeling this weak before. Even with the band, Shura gave him hasn't drained him so much to make him feel sick or also come close to killing him. After being electrocuted once more by the Crossdresser; Rin was dragged and through his brief moments of consciousness, he can tell he wasn't going to the cells but to another room with a stone table that is stained with blood. The room reek with it and the tense atmosphere of the room told him this was a place of death. Unable to struggle he was cuffed to the stone table and stared at the ceiling. Drifting in and out of consciousness.

He closed his eyes only for them to shot open only moments later with what felt like a burst of adrenaline pumped into him. His eyes darted around to see everything is giving off a blue tint and outlines of people were in the room; the color reminded him of Ōkami's glowing tats, and with what energy was given he struggled, his senses were going haywire, and a sudden slap shifted his focus on the Crossdresser. Death cloaked him, and Rin bared his teeth only to feel his fangs have elongated.

"There we go, Good to know Lyrium still works on you." Lyrium? That's what was shot into him? "Now I see you for what you are and to say the features are not what I was expecting. Then again due to you being so young could be why your features aren't well defined." Crossdresser said, and Rin growled. Rin didn't like this feeling; He was aware of everything and energy vibrated in him; his heart thundered, and he saw the ghosts more clearly, crowding him and the thick veil of death.

"Now then, who helped you escape? None of my Guards can figure out the traitor so you can tell me, or this would be a harrowing experience for you." Crossdresser threatened, and Rin felt something in him become even more aware. It soothed him and pulled him back from the line of insanity. It made things clearer, and he felt so close to being whole; like his blade has been drawn.

"Go fuck yourself Crossdresser." He replied with a clearer head, but the blue line didn't disappear, neither the ghost and everything suddenly look a bit distorted and familiar. The older male sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You've brought this on yourself." Then another entered while carrying a tray of tools. She was an elf with red hair, and she placed the tray on the table and removed the lid and like that Rin sees tools of torture at an awkward angle. "Last chance to tell us and avoid this pain." The other entity soothed him, gave him strength and its presence – despite being hindered by the collar – pressed him to fight back. Rin spat in the man's face, and a growl rumbled out of his chest. "I tried to be kind." Picking up a tool he cut away the top of Rin's shirt which Hawke would be beyond piss it got ruined and traded it for another.

Rin barely had time to brace himself as the tool cut into his flesh, and it wasn't a clean cut. The cut was ridged, and it slid down from both ends of his shoulders to his navel. Rin gritted his teeth and tears sprung into his eyes and near the end, he shouted in pain as it reached more sensitive skin; given no time for respite, the Crossdresser pried to flesh apart before it healed, Rin struggled but that only made it hurt even more. Biting his bottom lip hard enough to pierce the flesh he glared at the Mage as he felt soft fingers comb into his hair. The red-haired elf looked down at him in concern, despite the calming presence he didn't trust her since she is encouraging this.

"Now Varania, if this was another individual and you wish to get the most power out of the sacrifice. Usually, the demon you are in the contract too would be standing in the room –"Rin sneered. He tried to call upon his flames, his power, or something to get out of this. However, that presence words are muffled, but it did what it can to give him strength. Then he watches him trade another tool and picks out what appeared to be a saw, and he felt his blood run cold.

"Bones are a good source of power and demons love them. They often make jewels and trinkets out of them." He closed his eyes to brace for the pain and screamed as the Crossdresser began to saw one of his ribs off. The torture continued as he observed his organs removed and the pain was indescribable. It became hard to, and he wanted to fall unconscious but couldn't because the dame crossdresser kept pumping lyrium into him and watching his wounds heal only to do the process all over again when he refused to tell him who helped him and Ōkami escaped.

Please hurry!

O.O

Everyone stared at Fenris as he stood at the doorway, covered in crusting blood and wounds and breathing heavily. He stepped into the tavern, clenching a slightly curved, sheathed weapon with stylish design to it. Hawke recognized that weapon since the Nephilim refuses to leave without it and it made his heart skip, and he was overcome with relief and fear at the same time. Anders rushed to Fenris and had one arm over his shoulder and assisting him inside and sat him down at the table; quick to clean the wounds as best as he can to begin his healing process. Hawke came forward, and Fenris looked at the ground, shame clear on his face as he held the sheathed blade out towards 2Hawke.

Hawke took it and felt it thumping in his hands. He looked to Fenris trying to read the Warrior and waited for the white-haired elf to look at him.

"Fenris?" He questioned and watched the other shoulders drooped as he lifted his head and bearing a kicked puppy look.

"I'm sorry." Silence and Hawke clenched the weapon harder feeling the thumping become a hummingbird beating. "I should've listened to the Nephilim but Denarius…my vengeance was so close, and it cost us…you more than I thought it would." Fenris said, and Anders wavered in his healing. "We escaped because a demon was loyal to his…his lineage and we were almost to the exit, but I saw another opportunity to kill him, and I would've taken it, but he stopped me, and we led to the exit. We ran but the gate was closing and he…" Fenris looked down, "He used the last of his strength to throw me past the gate, but he didn't make it, and Denarius recaptured him, and the last thing was him screaming."

Hawke stepped back and looked down at the weapon. Eyes were tracing the design of it and turning it into his head. "He didn't use his Magic?" he looked to Fenris, "Why didn't he use his flames or-or his strength to help you escape?" Fenris swallowed.

"Denarius made a collar to prevent him from using his powers. Rin looked like the walking dead, and it drained him of his powers. I…We need to go back. Denarius is angry and would not hesitate to lash out on him." Fenris stood and wobbled a bit before Anders got him to sit back down to finish healing him. Hawke can tell something has changed between the two; Fenris rarely come to worry or care for other people unless they share the same viewpoint or has done something to gain Fenris trust.

When Anders finished healing the white-haired Warrior, he stepped back and observed the elf as he stood. Aveline had her arms crossed with a furrowed brow; no doubt holding back the urge to scold him but restraining herself, Varric is unnervingly silent. The dwarf is watching the entire exchange with a serious expression one that Anders only saw a handful of times on the usually charismatic dwarf. Hawke is staring at the elf; no doubt weighing everything in his head before he turned his gaze back onto the sword and stared at the blade.

Then Anders blinked; he knows that Hawke used to give him that look until he broke his heart. Anders reasoned it was to protect Hawke from Justice considering how violent he has gotten during those few romantic moments. Though Anders was glad Fenris and Hawke didn't get together the healer was still hesitant on fully letting the Champion go altogether. Now he has fallen for another, one that Anders is sure that would get Hawke killed if he didn't stop now. The healer opened his mouth to say something only for Fenris to cut in.

"We need to go back for him." The elf said after the oppressing silence became too much to bear. "I promised to come back with help, and I know where Denarius is hiding. The question is, will you allow me to fix this mistake?" Hawke tied to weapon onto his belt and looked to Aveline.

"Aveline, have your men tighten security and expect a very unpleasant scene." Then the Champion looked to Fenris, "After this, we're going to have an earnest talk." With that, he walked to the door of the tavern with Varric following behind. Anders was flabbergasted and only came out of it when Fenris followed the two. Anders huffed and knew this was going to be one of the most taxing quests since he joined the Mage and followed suit to sate Justice and prevent his nagging. Hawke allowed Fenris too lead and as the group followed, they soon arrived at a building. From the looks of it could be a warehouse for shipping goods.

Hawke looked the building over and sat there thinking for a moment; they couldn't risk a straight-out assault considering Hawke has no idea how many hostiles are inside and considering them up against a powerful Tevinter Mage he could defiantly expect demons. Besides a frontal assault would potentially cause Rin's death or a bargaining moment where Hawke didn't want to choose. Also, the way their party is set up, Hawke doesn't think that sneaking in is their best bet; they could be expecting that as well and booby-trapped the entire thing. Before he could make up his mind, he felt the blade strapped to his hip begin to beat against his hip.

Hawke placed his hand on it and felt the vibrations the weapon caused and narrowed his brows in confusion. It was strangely comforting, and it nudged him forward to take a risk because it was either this or never seeing his charge again. Besides, it was weaker than before, and it causes concern that pushed Hawke to forgo planning altogether. While Hawke isn't known to be the most tactical; he was known to be feared while on the battlefield.

Some bystanders that have witnessed his skills often tell stories (mostly Varric) of how he makes the sky rain balls of fire on a particular spot before making people levitate off the ground before slamming them back down to earth with so much force. Even those that witnessed the battle against the Airshock; while he wasn't physically strong enough to last long on a frontal struggle but to see him freeze the Qunari before hailing fire from nowhere was a sight to see, even avoiding attacks that would've ended him. This time would be no different; Hawke is willing to rip through the fade to get his charge back.

When Varric pointed out the opening into the building they took it and Hawke, wasted no time on using his Magic to freeze, burn or fling his enemies around. The number of enemies was small, low-level guards that didn't expect an assault on their location and their compliance is their death. Thankfully the other held him back from burning the building to the ground with rains of fire and managed to keep him from alerting the entire house of their trespassing but the demons that Denarius has contracts with him already knew. When they entered one room, the shadows twisted together to reveal Shae's and a Lust demon stepped out as well. They were surrounded, but Hawke isn't afraid at the odds, his companions are experienced in fighting demons after all.

However, they didn't attack and only looked at them before the demoness eyes landed on the sword tied to Hawkes' hip. She had an eerie calmness to her when she spoke.

"You are the Mage that holds our Prince's favor." Hawke remained unresponsive, and he looks for any movement that would suggest an attack, "While I and many others do not agree with the heir being here and not in the nest with his father and brothers but," her voice echoes, and she turns her head to a shade, her eyes narrowed in anger that is unfitting for her, "we will not tolerate the gall of that Mage that is harming our Prince!" She seemingly screeched as her tail flicked and Hawke stepped back with frost began to creep outward from her feet. Hawke hasn't had the luxury of learning demons' personalities apart from the way they make attractive deals, but even he can tell there is some individuality to them. Hawke watches as the Shades slowly calmed her down though he can see that she barely contains her murderous rage.

"As much as I loathe to say this; we require your assistance." The She-demon said with an air of authority. "So then, let's make a deal Mage." Hovering in place, she takes a seat and crosses her legs, a position of power, but before he can utter a single word, she continued. "You may take the Prince back into your charge and the hovel you call a nest in return for Denarius life." Hawke blinked. This deal seems heavily stacked in his favor. Turning his head to look at Fenris he sees the white-haired elf step forward and stands next to the Champion.

"Why do you want Denarius life demon?" Fenris asked, Afterall he has claimed over it.

"It's simple elf; Denarius broke our rules and contract. For that his life is forfeit, but since he is a lot smarter than he looks, we couldn't find the evidence to prove he hasn't broken them." The Lust Demon said.

"Demons have rules?" Anders asked out loud, "I find that hard to believe."

"Believe what you want. Besides your kind knows nothing about us. You don't know our social structure, our beliefs, our rules. You only believe the theories you have on us and what little studies you did is what our kind was willing to give without hindrance to us." The Demoness says with a wave of her hand, "We're powerful beings, and our rules and guidelines we have ensured we don't go overboard, and if we do, we're punished for it."

"And you're willing to allow me to continue watching over my charge in exchange with a Tevinter Mage life?" Hawke asked slowly.

"Are we seriously considering this?" Anders asked out loud, confused by the silence that Justice is giving him and everyone's willingness to go with the demons' deal. "How do we know she isn't lying to get her way? To accept this deal is as bad as doing blood magic!"

"Us demons are many things. Liars are not one of them; we take after our father to be honest; what you do with the truth is up to you. Also, there is no exchange for power with this deal so do not compare this contract with the others you've dealt with the vessel. Speaking of vessel what does the Spirit of Justice say? Are they in disagreement with us? After all, he knows more about the inner workings of those that live in the veil." She hissed. Her question was met with silence, and she turns her head back to Hawke. "Your answer?"

"And no demon from your…" Hawke looks at them, "pact will interfere?"

"We'll allow you to go free; the only ones you'll face from this place is Denarius guards and undead."

"Then I agree to your deal." The Demoness moved back into a standing and Hawke glances at Fenris when the elf answered for them. While he agrees with the deal, he didn't think that the once slave would approve of this situation. The demons vanished back into the shadows after the agreement was concluded and the party was silent, but the tension was still there. Fenris continued forward with clear intentions of not maintaining the topic; however, Anders decided to press the issue.

"Now we make deals with demons?" Anders angerly ask, "What's next blood sacrifices? Are we going to rip the veil open and allow demons to pour in-" Then Fenris turned around and punches the blonde Mage. Hawke jumped at this and got between them as Anders stands up and grabbing his staff.

"Enough!" Hawke shouted and looked at between Anders and Fenris; while the two have always been at each other's throats, but none have made any move to harm the other. Fenris tattoos are glowing, and he is snarling much like his name, but after a few heavy breaths, he took a step back.

"You know nothing abomination," Fenris muttered and leaves with a mere look Hawke shut down any more argument Anders was about to put up and quickly follows the white-haired elf to prevent him from walking into any traps Varric has pointed out. The tension in the air was suffocating but even more so is Anders glares of disapproving and disappointment between Hawke and Fenris. As they continued going into each room, Hawke found it strange that there were barely any guards in the Estate that is until they rounded the corner and found a small group of three shades grabbing some of the unexpecting guards from their dark hiding spots and killing them before disappearing.

"Now we don't have to worry about being stealthy," Varric muttered at the horrifying sight. As they continued, they saw some of the Shadows shift into shades and pointing at a specific direction which the group cautiously followed. Then they came to a closed door with the Lust Demon waiting outside of it.

"The Prince is in this room, we cannot enter due to the seals, but mortals can. When you see the Prince take the collar off immediately that thing is blocking his powers and is slowly killing him." She says and turns to them.

"Denarius says only a powerful Mage can take that collar off," Fenris says and looks at the door.

"Your Champion is far more powerful than that wretched leach." With that, she disappears, and everyone looks at the door and mentally prepared themselves for the horrors on the other side. Hawke approached the door and used his Magic to unlock the seals and opened the door. That room smelled foul from blood and death but in the middle is a stone slab table and laying on it is Rin. Hawke was forgoing all self-preservation he ran to the stone slab and looked at the Nephilim in concern.

The young man is faintly breathing; his skin nearly a pale grey and blood coated his surface and Hawke can see the lines of knife marks. The collar on his neck glowed faintly with what Hawke can guess are elvish runes; Hawke lifted his shaking hands and quickly unbuckled the collar and watched as the Magic fizzled out when he removed it from his charge. The others came into the room with Anders by him and quickly eliminating the shackles as the blonde Mage began to heal. His entire body is glowing, and Hawke swore he saw hints of Justice vengeful gaze.

The blade began to tremble on his hip as if it is attempting to move closer to its owner; Hawke placed his hand on the sheath, and the blade slowly calmed down. Rin's skin pallet slowly returned to normal but not entirely, and that's when he noticed the small patchwork of glowing blue veins and one glance to Fenris, the Mage knew precisely what it was. Fury started to rebuild in him as his imagination ran rampant with all the twisted ways; he is going to make Denarius death painful and slow. Carefully he slid his arms under his charge and lifted him bridal style, and the group leaves the foul-smelling room.

Fenris lead the party through the halls, only hiding near walls to avoid patrols and watches as the Shades used the shadows to grab at the unsuspecting guards and ripping them to shreds to allow the rescue party to walk through. That is until they got into a spacious room that made Fenrir freeze and surveyed it. Before Hawke can question it, Varric rushed forward, pushing Anders out of the path of an arrow, Fenris and Hawke dodged out of the way of electricity arc towards them. Hawke pulled his charge closer to his body to keep him from tumbling to the ground. The blade strapped to his belt began to vibrate violently; Hawke can feel the murderous intent on edge towards the attackers.

Hawke looked up to see a senior man wearing Tevinter's clothing; no doubt Denarius based on Fenris on guard posture and his glowing lyrium tattoo's. His comrades assessed the area, counting how many enemies are in the room and how far apart they are from each other and possible ranges for their attacks to be active. A million calculations ran inside Hawke's mind along with the hindrance of carrying his charge.

"So Champion, we finally meet," Denarius said giving him a glance over before assessing the others and decided who was more of a threat. Hawke scoffed, of course, he was being underestimated, so many have before this old fool, and he won't be the last. "I see you are trying to steal my Nephilim and brought me my slave back-"

"Rin nor Fenris belongs to you!" Hawke cut the other off. If they didn't solidify the deal with the demons, he would've gladly torn this man apart with his force manipulation, but sadly they called dibs for much more significant crimes. Denarius frowned and walked down the stairs, guarded by his foot soldiers.

"That is the problem with non-blood mages. They don't see the necessity of the power we blood mages weld. They don't see the benefits of demons and sacrifices; you think you can defeat me with their help? Without the Nephilim assistance of giving you a power boost? You are a fool Champion."

"I don't need blood magic to kick your ass," Hawke growled and felt his magic humming inside his veins. Rising to his skin and casting a red hue over him and no doubt changing his eye color to crimson; Hawke is convincing without blood magic he has the elements and the laws of gravity at his command.

"We shall see." Then blue flames appeared on Denarius; Hawke and Fenris had a minimal warning to move out of the path of blazing blue inferno directed at them. Hawke's Magic sensed that the flames belong his charge, but it's twisted and corrupted, it doesn't hold the warmth and kindness his charge has instead it's angry, murderous and lashing out without real reason. "I may not know how to become a part demon like the Nephilim, but I wield the most powerful source of Magic I have ever encountered! No blood magic will ever feel like this! I may be able to tear a hole into the golden seat of the maker himself!"

"You son of a bitch!" Anders shouted, and the battle began. Denarius had very few soldiers at his command, but they're stronger than the average warriors Hawke had battled, but because of him holding onto his charge, the Champion is limited to what he can do. He relied on the others to distract them as they slowly cut them down and what little Magic Hawke can cast without hinderance proved fatal to the enemies. The blade gave sparks of blue flames, so evident in its murderous intent and Hawke can sense that it feels violated.

The Tevinter mage control over those blue flames is proving difficult; the party had to be always on the move to avoid the fatal heat as they watch it eat through one of the soldiers that were unfortunate enough to stand in its path. It didn't matter if they had a resistance to it, those flames just devoured through the protections, flesh, stone – anything. Hawke glanced over the Anders to see that Justice is in full control; casting with care to crush the vile humans blocking their escape without concern to his mana reserves and barely dodging the blue flames that scarcely glazed by him. The aura wavered a few times, and his snarl sent shivers of fear down Hawke's back. Varric, despite his size, is dodging the flames nimbly and none of his bolts are hitting the Tevinter bustard due to the fire eating them away. Fenris couldn't even get close enough and was having a hard time dodging those flames.

Then in Hawke's distraction, a burst of flames caught his leg, and he shouted when he tumbled to the ground, protecting his charge from the fall. The Champion hissed and looked at his leg to see third-degree burns from his foot to the bottom of his knee, it wasn't fatal yet but more crippling. Then like typical villains, Denarius laughed.

"See what Blood magic can do Champion? See what the power of demons can provide; you're weak and unfit to look over this Nephilim; in fact, I am strong enough to rule over everything from Gehenna and Assiah." The Mage laughed, and he fires a sizeable blue fireball at Hawke, everything became slow. Fenris is turning towards him to pull them away, but he is too far away, Justice doesn't have enough mana to cast a protective shield no matter how useless and could only watch with a slack jaw and Varric shouted to Hawke. The Champion swallowed and glanced down at his sleeping charge to take in his beauty once more, his hand clasping the blade and- his eyes widen.

By the maker, please work! Hawke pulled on the handle of the blade and marveled how it unsheathed, and a burst of blue flames covered the curved edge. Closing his eyes, Hawke looked away; those flames should've consumed him, burnt away to nothing; instead, they incoming fireball dispersed around him sated and becoming nothing.

"Holy shit," Varric muttered, and Hawke looked forward to seeing his charge standing. Rin is standing tall, but his physical appearance changed. Instead of one flamed-tipped tail, he had two with tuffs of fur riding up his spine before becoming feathers on his shoulders and neck. Hawke can tell there is fur below the belt line, but he didn't know how far they went. Rin's nails are sharp with claws the had light amount of fur from the back of his hands going upwards before disappearing into feathers. There were two small horns adorned on top of his head and like his first meeting with the young adult the flame-like horns are still there.

Rin swayed a bit and turned slightly so Hawke can see that the whites of his eyes are entirely black, his jagged blue irises with red slit pupils staring deep into his soul. Tilting its head a bit he spoke; "You've come for us." Hawke swallowed at the feminine voice with Rin's actual voice echoing after it. This wasn't his charge.

"Of course." Hawke can only saw, and the creature blinked. Fully facing him, the Nephilim leaned in and gripped the handle and Hawke allowed it him – her? – to take it.

"Nephilim!" Denarius shouted and made a show of the flames covering his body, "I have proven how strong I am compared to that Mage! Accept my contract, and I will give you anything you desire!" Hawke saw his charge face tighten, the sharp fangs grinding onto each other the irate twitch of its long elven ears.

"You have cause Watashi no Tamashī great pain! You have taken and abused our flames with criminal intent!" Rin is possessed by his demon half and said demon half is very pissed off. Fully turning to Denarius, they began to approach the older Mage, the tip of its blade cutting into the ground. "Your award and punishment is death!" Foolishly Denarius attacked it with its flames and just by raising their free hand the flames stopped and were commanded by their real masters by turning its intent onto the Tevinter Mage. Denarius barely dodged out of the way, but no one saw the burst of speed, and everyone watched as the Nephilim cut off one of Denarius arms. The Mage screamed, and the demon raised its blade once more, the flames becoming brighter with murderous intent.

"My lord!" The Lust Demon appeared beside them and quickly bowed with her head lowered. They kept the sword raised only to turn their head to look at the new arrival. "My lord this leech is beneath your divine punishment; let us take care of it." Rin face contorted into a sneer.

"He has taken Watashi no Tamashi flames and tortured us! You want me to be lenient?"

"No, my lord, he has committed many crimes to Gehenna and deserves punishment. A quick death is too good for him; let us punish him by Gehenna standards my lord." The blade lowered a bit in thought, "Please my lord, this mortal's life shouldn't stain your immortal soul of flesh." The possessed young adult nods and lowers the blade entirely and turns their back onto Denarius and walks towards Hawke.

"I better not hear or see of him again."

"I vow it, my lord." Denarius protested when shades appeared beneath him, grabbing onto him as he struggled to get away, his plea's fell onto deaf ears. Hawke watched the demons drag him to their realm and shivered; he wished no fate like that on no one. The Mage then looks up to his charge now that they're in sword slashing distance. The possessed eyes scanned his injured leg and showed sadness, crouching down, so they are on even eye level the other opened its mouth.

"Worthy." Hawke opened his mouth to reply, but the other quickly leaned in and kissed him causing a wave of warmth to pass over Hawke before his charge slumped forward his head resting on Hawke's shoulder. The adult blinks and looks down to see his charge have returned to his usual 'normal' state and snoring lightly. The sword is no longer blazing but laying beside the sheath.

"Hawke!" the Champion looked up to see his companions rushing to him, Anders pushing forward to look at his – Hawke took a double take – no longer burnt leg. Hawke looked at the healed flesh and wiggled his toes and happy to feel no pain. Anders stared at the healed leg and looked over it and found no burns unmark skin.

"Okay, crazy magical healing and destructive flames," Varric muttered as Fenris slowly pick up Rin's slumbering form allowing Hawke to sheathe the blade. "Let's leave before any more crazy shit happens; I had enough Magic and demons to last me for the rest of the month. Thank you." Hawke nodded and stood up. The way back to the manner was troublesome as they avoided squads of Templars sniffing around the area that reeked of magic and demon auras.

O.O

Beelzebub has been walking back and forth in his lair feeling antsy after several waves of demonic auras crashed through the city, and the Demon King knew of the auras that flitted through the city. His little brother had accessed his heart unhindered and delivered whatever Justice that caused him to transform. It was a brief power surge that caused him to still and have a mini heart attack, and even after passing he can still feel its residue.

His dear Oleander returned hours ago with her report and proceeded to leave to rest after expelling too much energy in her transformations; his other children are sleeping in their webs on the ceilings and below the earth. Beelzebub mind raced far too much to allow him to rest; his plans changed continuously to the point he just scrapped it and decided to wing everything he did. After all, he is a scientist; his experiment changed drastically to the point he had to rethink his hypothesis and controls differently. Beelzebub barely noticed the sound of fluttering wings, and he turned towards the source only to fall onto his knees at the crushing aura.

He wheezed and couldn't lift his head to meet the eyes of the newcomer until a hand grabbed his throat and lifting him before slamming him against the cavern wall. Choking from both the suffocating power and grasp barely containing itself from crushing his vessel's throat. The statues that the mortals made in the name of the woman before did little Justice to show how beautiful she truly is. Her skin is fair, unmarked and unblemished; her long dark locks caressed her form and the white dressed flowed to nonexistent winds, but the eyes glowed a fierce yellow that caused him to tremble in fear.

His children reacted accordingly to the power hissing in fear and couldn't move from the onslaught that taken to their caverns and Beelzebub thank his father that it lessens just enough to allow him to breathe. Swallowing, he mustered his best aloof smile, but he couldn't contain his trembling.

"Hello, Azazel." Yellow eyes continued to glare.

O.O

Rin woke with a start, launching himself forward to a sitting position he glanced around his surroundings only to fall back onto the pillow to find himself back in his bed at Hawke's Estate. His mind raced of how he came here until the door opened to see Hawke coming in with Cleric. The Mage blinked at him and rushed to his side, Cleric rolled his eyes and walked forward and looked over him like any other patient. Asking basic questions about Rin's injuries and the half-breed answered accordingly.

"Well, the good news is that there is no scaring from this. The bad news is that I'm putting you on bed rest mister trouble-seeker." Cleric muttered, and Rin frowned at that. It wasn't his fault that this place is full of loonies, Hawke huffed, and the two Mages shared a look before the blondie walked away saying he'll come back in the morning and that the two should fully rest.

After the healer left, Rin turned his attention to Hawke; "So how did I get here?" His watcher looked at him in shock.

"What's your last memory?" Rin shivers, and he unconsciously rubbed his chest that made Hawke frown.

"Strapped to a table being tortured by a Crossdresser. After that, it's all black." Hawk nodded and informed him of Fenris finding Hawke's search party and bringing them to Denarius hideout. As he explained what happens Rin furrowed his eyebrows and felt that Hawke was omitting something to the story; deciding to push the thought away and asking about it later. Rin looked over to see his weapon resting by the bed, and he only tore his eyes away when Hawke settled closer to him.

"There is something we need to talk about, Rin." Oh, he didn't like the suddenly serious tone the Champion took. Gripping the sheets, Rin can only nod. Hawke continued slowly, "What do you think of me?" Rin blinked.

"I think you're one of the coolest individuals I ever met." Rin smile broadly, "I mean you're a hero and can bend Magic and people look up to you, and you protect everyone from those that want to hurt them!" Rin gestured his hands, a bit confused at the question Hawke asked him. The older male smile sadly a bit.

"Have you ever been a romantic relationship?" This caused Rin to blush a bit and shake his head. Romantic! That can only be achieved in the book Rin secretly reads behind false action/adventure covers. He never actually been in a relationship and his first crush prefers his younger brother presence. "In that case, would you be willing to have one with me?"

Everything stopped for Rin, his heart thundered, and he stared at the Mage's ice blue eyes. Did he hear correctly? Is he still dreaming? Is this some sick joke and twisted form of torture? Is he still in the Crossdressers torture chamber slowly dying?

"Why?" he couldn't stop the question from tumbling from his mouth, his face still burning. Hawke swallowed slowly and shifted a bit more to be comfortable.

"I find you beautiful…honest…compassionate…strong. I have met many people that used mask far too much, and you don't pretend to be anything. You don't use a mask to hide your faults or strengths you are…" Sighing he lowered his head a bit, "You are not a lie. You disprove everything the Chantry says, and you ask for nothing. You're concern about humanity, and you try so hard to find balance with yourself." Leaning a bit further, so their noses touched, Rin gulped. "Give me a chance to court you if not then I'll willingly back off and never bother you about this."

A war waged in Rin's head; he was content to never finding love or someone to spend the rest of his existence with despite it being human lifespan or not. However, he knew that was a lonely life as he watched his brother and friends fall in love with others and dated people, they had a connection. He felt lightheaded at being worshipped like this; his entire body shivered at the thought of being desired; however, should he risk it? When his teammates come for him to take him home. However, how long has he been here? Almost months and no sign of them, unless they forgot about him and deemed him lost forever. That thought hurt but if it's true.

Rin nodded his head. Hawke smiled and completely leaned in and kissed him.

O.O (AN)

I have finally updated!

1. Blue flames: Varric's nickname for Rin Okumura.

2. Rin's Nicknames for Characters of DA2

Varric: Pygmy – derogatory noun, a tiny person, animal or thing.

Isabela: Succubus – Rin has finally caught on Isabela provocative and sexual innuendos and as deemed her Succubus in disguise to protect what left of his humanity.

Sebastian: Aria – Rin has studied a bit in the classes of exorcist, and he sees Sebastian as an Aria more than a Dragoon due to the priest chanting and chantry insight for people who are going through troubling times.

Aveline: Valkyrie (Suggested by Esprgirl) in Norse Mythology, a Valkyrie is a female Warrior commanded by Freya that takes worthy Warriors that died in battle after Odin himself has selected them.

Hawke:

Merrill: Glaistig (suggested by Bob is Life) from Scottish folklore. She is sometimes portrayed as benevolent and in other malevolent. She is a type of fuath. Often depicted as a half-women half-goat another name she goes by is The Green Lady.

Fenris: Ōkami - Japanese: 大神? Literally "great god," "great spirit" or "wolf" if written as 狼

Carver:

Anders: Cleric – In RPG games the Cleric or Medic are classified as the healers of the group, which when I play the game Anders is always the healer in my group for DA2.

Justice: Arthur (suggested by twilightnite13)