It was a nightmare. A nightmare. Why did he bring Bethany here? She was lying on the floor, choking on dark magics. Marian was keeping shades at bay and Anders and Justice were glowing while Isabela (of all people) was taking care of more worldly threats such as Danarius' human goons.
Fenris yelled in anger. The sight of Bethany, trapped in whatever spell Danarius' had woven around the apostate, made his rage burn even harder. A lyrium ghost, seething with the anger of two men, phased and blinked into every spell and every thorax in his way toward the Magister.
Danarius' barrier didn't break, it exploded on contact, but it wasn't the explosion's force that blasted him on the wall, it was an elf. A very angry elf.
Without a word, he phased his arm into his neck and snapped his vertebrae from the inside. He then proceeded to beat the body into a pulp until the abomination, once again looking like a human being, yelled at him, begging for help.
Bethany.
The templar was not gentle in his examining. When she breathed in louder in an attempt to shut her mouth before it got her in more trouble, she received a gauntleted hand in her face.
"It seems that she was bonded. It's faded, though..." The bad one said.
"I say make her Tranquil anyway. Dominaters are a plague upon this world..." Another, nicer looking, answered.
Bethany broke. The prodding, magical and physical had left her drained. She would not become Tranquil. No, she couldn't.
Let me in. Let me in, Bethany. You'll show them how strong you are.
It hadn't stopped, it had not relented. It had bade its time.
You're not helpless, you're not a child. You don't need protection.
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Bethany suddenly yelled forgetting the templars threatening to cut her off from herself. Well, at least if they thought she was about to turn into an abomination, they'd kill her.
She'd rather have Fenris do it so she could see his eyes again.
When she closed hers, she saw them. The intense worry in the moss green irises gave her hope. Was he coming to save her from this place?
"Kill me." She whispered to him.
The nicer templar had a look of incomprehension on his face and a lyrium imbued arm sticking out of his chest.
"She was mine" the Sloth demon whispered before it vanished, along with his illusion, into the Fade.
Bethany couldn't believe it. It was him… He was there, tall and lanky, white hair and green eyes making her melt in a puddle of relief and gratitude. How...
"Varania and Anders enhanced the bond to transport me into the Fade." He answered.
Before he could say "Hold tight", Beth was already hugging him.
When her eyes opened, she was in Varric's suite at the Hanged Man.