Note: Edited 7/17/20 Thank you to my Beta Lissaena
Chapter Two
Bull stared at the desire demon in front of him, both out of fear and slight arousal. Sinfi Moon was undoubtedly attractive and, to be fair to her, he wasn't exactly sure that she wasn't a desire demon after her story. Everything in Bull was screaming for him to fight or run, yet he sat there on the pillows, staring at the woman who looked to be made of dawnstone, his mouth agape.
"I'm not a demon, Bull. The commander gave me the same look when he first saw me," Sinfi chuckled softly and shook her head causing the gems that dangled from her horns to clink against one another, sounding like wind chimes. Even though her words were teasing, Bull could hear the twinge of sadness behind them, "To be fair, my race is looked down upon no matter where I'm assigned, hence the secrecy."
"So you won't seduce me and then bend me to your will?" Bull asked, causing Sinfi to laugh, really laugh. She looked at him with golden eyes filled with mischief.
"Oh Bull," Sinfi tutted softly as she took his chin in her long, warm fingers. Her nails were slightly pointed as they pressed lightly into his flesh. Sinfi tilted his face up toward hers. Her voice dropped a few octaves as she purred out, "I never promised that."
Something in Bull's expression made Sinfi laugh again as she let go and turned to lounge on the pillows across from him. With an exhale, Sinfi Moon studied him with a critical eye as she became serious, "I will never magically charm you, if that's what you're asking. I am skilled in many ways of persuasion, but I will never force or alter your will. If I seduce you Bull, it will be of your own accord."
Well, that wasn't exactly reassuring, Bull thought, but the image of her seducing him wasn't exactly the worst idea in the world either. Bull glanced at the curled horns again, at least he wouldn't be a novelty to her like he was to the men and women of Orlesian nobility.
"So what exactly are you?" Bull asked cautiously. She wasn't a qunari, she said she wasn't a demon, which left Bull with more questions than answers.
"Ah, the question everyone wants to know; who, or what, is The Herald of Andraste? I am what my home land calls a Tiefling. My race are the descendants from the communion between Devils and Humans," Sinfi sighed softly and looked away from Bull, trying to keep a nonchalant air about her. "Some Tieflings are the actual offspring of humans and devils, some are the children of other tieflings, some exist because one of their parents made a pact for power, or there are the unlucky few who got the short end of the stick with recessive genes from long ago ancestors."
"And you?"
"That's none-" Sinfi started harshly before pausing and glanced over at Bull. He watched something soften in her eyes before continuing, "My mother looked like me while her sister is human. Mama got the short end of the stick and any children she had looked like her, no matter the race of her partner. Luckily for her and I, the Vistani are accepting people no matter a person's background. Baba chose not to leave her for dead like so many human mothers do in that situation."
Bull grimaced at the information. He wasn't necessarily surprised to hear that Humans in her world would kill their own offspring if they ended up looking like a hellish creature. After all, Humans had done some pretty fucked up shit in Thedas towards the elves. Yet, at the same time, the thought of abandoning or killing a small, helpless newborn child because they had horns unnerved The Iron Bull. Sinfi watched him closely from her pile of pillows.
"Bull, I appreciate your questions and obvious concern for my people, but there are more pressing matters than my infernal heritage," Sinfi said softly. "There is more to that hole in the sky than, 'It is a tear into the Fade in Thedas.' The breach is showing up in other planes of existence now as well. The Inquisition is increasingly getting more and more reports of rifts appearing all over Thedas, but my outside contacts are noting them in dimensions that don't intersect with this one as well. This problem may have originated in Thedas, but I think there is more to the power behind this than any of us truly understand."
"If we don't stop this, then everyone is doomed," Bull echoed with a nod. He wouldn't try to understand the ramifications of other dimensions or planes of existence right now. What Bull understood was that everyone was in danger, and this mission became much more critical to get right.
"Exactly," Sinfi said as she sat up. The Iron Bull watched her tail wrap itself around her legs as if she were hugging herself. "My theory is that if we close the original breach here, then the rest will close in the other dimensions. The faster we close it, the less likely rifts will appear on the other planes as well."
"That's the problem though, it's just a theory you don't have any proof that it will work," Bull stated. "Besides, I don't think just that green thing on your palm will cut it. You're going to need a lot of magic to even consider that."
"I know… that's why I think we need to get the rebel Mages on our side."
The Iron Bull had come to the training grounds the next morning to get away and distract himself from Sinfi. He needed time to adjust and process all of this new information, and for him, hitting something was the best way to do that.
Bull hadn't been too thrilled at first with her plan about getting the Mages' help. Their power was unpredictable and they were currently unhinged with their want for freedom. Unhinged and unpredictable power was never good. Yet, by morning light, Bull saw Sinfi's points and reasoning; the Mages had an unbelievable pool of energy and magic, whereas the Templars only had so much lyrium. If they were to succeed in closing the breach here and in other dimensions, they would need a mass amount of magic.
Atop the mountain of questions about different dimensions or planes of existence, there was the fact that Sinfi Moon's race were the descendants of hellish creatures. Bull could easily get used to the horns; if anything it would be nice to have someone around camp who might understand his problems. Collared shirts being high on the list. The fact was, the Herald was a race that had never been seen, or at least recorded, in all of Thedas, which unnerved Bull. All he could do was go off the information that she gave him. The Iron Bull would have to trust every word she said, and he didn't know if he actually could trust Sinfi Moon yet.
The Iron Bull, lost in thought and training with the chargers, didn't see or hear her at first. It wasn't until Krem cleared his throat that The Iron Bull saw Sinfi, hands on her hips and head tilted as she watched his form from the sidelines. Then Bull had to do a double take because, for the first time, he could see her clearly in the daylight. Dawnstone skin shining in the late morning sun. Her horns and tail were completely exposed, but no one batted an eye to them. Bangles of all different colors covered both of her wrists and caught the light every which way as she moved. Her black, wavy hair had been pulled back from her face and into a ponytail, making her sharp features even sharper. What she wore for 'pants' were black leather shorts that barely covered her, then paired with thigh high maroon stockings connected by garters. Her golden daggers were sheathed and somehow attached to her thigh for quick access. The gauzy cream top left little to the imagination, showing off her toned midriff.
Deep down, The Iron Bull was convinced she was still secretly a desire demon sent to torment him, and her choice of clothing did not help that thought.
"Boss," Bull said with a nod as he put down the great sword.
"Good morning Bull, already up and training I see," Sinfi observed as she leaned against a practice dummy. "I have to say, I am a little disappointed you didn't stay much later last night after we concluded business. Such a shame," she gave him a flirtatious smirk.
Bull rubbed the back of his neck and glanced over at the chargers who were all looking in every direction but at him and Sinfi. Bull cleared his throat and they all quickly stood at attention, chest puffed slightly.
"Chargers, go pair off and spar. We've got the Herald to impress," He heard a chorus of 'Horns up' before they all dispersed as far from the situation as they could. Bull looked back down at Sinfi, "About that... I had a lot on my mind and needed to sort through it."
"I get that," Sinfi shrugged and then gave him a playful wink. "Your loss."
"So this-" Bull motioned to her outfit, "-is new."
"Surprisingly, it's not really. This is Sinfi Moon of the Vistani," she pushed herself off the training dummy and gave him a slight curtsy. Bull must have given her a confused look so she explained more, "I think you understand that I do have a few magical tricks up my sleeve, like disguising myself." Sinfi reached up and touched the gems dangling from her horns, "These little guys are my charms. One of them allows me to appear how I would prefer to be seen by others. Generally that's encased in robes and shadows."
"So you just think it and it happens. You're just letting me see you now," Bull said with a slight laugh and shook his head.
"Exactly."
"I don't believe you." Sinfi rolled her eyes at The Iron Bull's obvious distrust.
"Fine then," Sinfi said, golden eyes alight with pride and a plan. "I'll prove it,"
With those few words, The Iron Bull proceeded to watch the Herald kick off her boots. Dread formed in the pit of Bull's stomach as he started to form the idea of what she was doing to prove her claim.
"Sinfi, that's not-"
"No, Bull, I have to." With those words, the stockings were rolled down her legs and stuffed into the brown leather boots. With slow and drawn off motions, Bull watched her remove the gauzy top in the middle of a practice ring filled with soldiers. Her eyes stayed locked onto his, and with one hand she held out the piece of clothing and let it fall to the snow covered ground. The Iron Bull fought to keep the eye contact, trying not to seem too eager to see her bare before him. Trying to hide the need to ravage her body with his gaze.
"You're actually doing this in the middle of soldiers," Bull whispered as he desperately tried to recite every dry Canto of the Qun he knew off the top of his head. Her hands moved down her body agonizingly slow. The sunlight caught in her delicate jewelry, pulling his eyes down with her hands as they journeyed to unlace her shorts. A half smile graced Sinfi's lips as if she was enjoying tormenting him with this display. She noticed his eyes darken and his breath catch in his throat as, slowly, the leather slipped down her legs and she stepped out of them, adding the shorts to her pile.
"Believe me now, Bull?" Sinfi asked with a hand on her hip and arched eyebrows raised. She twirled slowly in her spot, giving him an eyeful of her form, a blend of toned muscle from years of practice and sultry curves. Sure enough, none of the soldiers training around them paid her any mind. The soldiers kept running the drills commanded by Cullen. Some even looked their way, but made no commotion about the strip tease performed by the Herald.
"So how exactly does this work then?" Bull asked cautiously, causing Sinfi to give him a wide smile as she bent down to start putting the discarded clothing back on.
"It's simple really," she started as she shimmied into the skin tight shorts. "Think of it like a locked door; I have given you a key allowing you to see me for what I truly am. Obviously, as owner of this locked door, I could always take the key away at any moment, refusing you entrance. Not everyone out here has that key so they just keep banging and rattling on a locked door, begging for entrance."
"What about thieves who know how to pick locks?" Bull asked quickly, before realizing how supid that question sounded as a metaphor. Instead of the eye roll that he was expecting, he was rewarded with a smile.
"Very good Hissrad," Sinfi gave him a quick wink before pulling her top carefully over her horns to avoid ripping the fabric. The Iron Bull felt himself stand up a little straighter, chest puffed slightly at the praise from the other spy.
"There are some people who try to pick the locks. Most don't get in, but once and a while someone surprises you," Sinfi looked Bull up and down slowly as she rolled on her stockings and slipped the boots on. Her voice was soft, "You were close when we met, to picking the lock that is. I saw it on your face. You got so close, but missed the last piece to crack it. I was… disappointed you didn't."
Bull's grey eye caught her golden orbs. He could feel the loneliness that hid behind the molten metal, and something deep within the Ben-Hassrath cracked. There was only loneliness in the shadows where they both hid, and they both knew it. Bull took a slow breath before responding.
"Come on Sinfi, let's get to training." With that Bull gave the Tiefling spy a sly smile and picked up his long sword as she unsheathed her daggers.
Ben-Hassrath Report:
Things are more complicated than they seem. Thedas is not the only entity that is affected by the Breach. The entity Sinfi works for is worried about the larger picture as the Breach has been found in multiple places outside of the Ben-Hassrath's scope.
The Inquisition will be going to meet with the grand enchanter Fiona in the next few days, more to follow.
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The Iron Bull hit the snow covered ground hard.
They had been training for a fucking week and Sinfi had finally bested Bull. She had always been quick and slippery in their practices, but somehow Bull would get the upper hand in the end. Bull was about to go in for the 'kill' shot after the herald fell to the ground, then he saw her smirk. Bull felt her tail slither around his bad ankle and pulled it out from under him. With that, he went down like a ton of bricks. In a blink Sinfi was straddling him; one golden dagger pressed against his neck while her body was pressed against The Iron Bull's. Grey eye met the golden and they were locked, chests heaving, heat radiating off both of their bodies.
Cheers erupted from The Chargers and the other soldiers who had stopped to watch the show, but they stayed like that on the ground. The commotion all but melted away as the pair watched each other in silence, neither one moving to break the spell. Bull cleared his throat before attempting to speak.
"Good job Boss, you finally got me," Bull's mouth was dry as her gaze seemed to search for something in his eye.
"I guess I did," she whispered softly, and then as if the spell had been broken Sinfi looked away quickly and pushed herself off Bull.
The Iron Bull leaned up on his elbows as he watched Sinfi get off the ground, her stockings slightly wet where her knees made contact with the snow. She refused to meet his gaze as she brushed herself off and put away her daggers. Bull watched the woman made of dawn stone walk away from the training ring, towards the tavern, not a single word uttered for explanation. Leaving The Iron Bull confused, alone, and slightly turned on.
"That was, uh, something," Krem said cautiously as he walked over toward Bull where he was still on the ground.
"Yeah, that was," Bull agreed as he sat up and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Maybe you should go after her? Like in that romance Varric wrote?" Krem suggested, Bull looked up at his second in command with a shrug.
"I should let her figure things out on her own for a bit," he suggested slowly as he got up from the ground and dusted himself off. Before walking back towards the Chargers camp he looked over at Krem, "I can't believe you read that crap."
Bull has decided he would give her time to figure out what was going on and let her decompress. Once he had felt he had given her enough space, Bull would go into the tavern and either proposition for them to work out whatever sexual tension had built between them, or aim his lust elsewear just to clear his own head.
Dusk had fallen by the time The Iron Bull had found himself at the tavern in Haven. Music and light poured out from the open door and into the small walkway that led around the inside of the camp. Like with any other human establishment, Bull found himself ducking slightly and turning his head to get through the doorway. Scanning the crowd, he looked for Sinfi and, as if on cue, he heard her.
"Pontificis bulla nondum advenit!" She shouted, bottle of wine in hand, and gestured to Bull, who wasn't sure if she was slurring her words or if that was part of the actual language. "Venite, et participes potum."
Bull walked towards the drunk Vistani and sat across from her at the long wooden table.
"Boss, you're speaking in tongues," Bull said softly as he eyed the three empty bottles of wine littering the table. "Again."
"Stercore," she whispered softly. "I forgot what language I was speaking and thinking in," she gave him a lazy grin as she rested her cheek in the palm of her hand. Her golden irises were warm and unfocused as she watched him.
"I get that," Bull said with a half smile as she watched her sway slightly and slowly close her eyes. "I haven't done that in recent years, but get enough in me and the only language I can remember is Qunlat."
"Back home there are so many different languages and, most of the time, you could start speaking in one and end the conversation in another," she sighed and looked back at him before taking another swig out of the bottle. "I miss Ejasia and all of the different types of people and cultures. Even though most of the humans in the capitol may be a bunch of Nothi."
Bull laughed, he may have had no idea what exactly she had said, but The Iron Bull knew an insult when he heard one. Sinfi offered Bull the bottle, he eyed it with a critical look before reaching for it. He understood the game she was offering to him; a truth for a truth.
"I miss the food in Seheron," Bull said as he took the bottle. "There was this guy who sold these fish wrapped in thin bread. I don't know exactly what it was, but it was good as all hell. Too bad he was killed in close quarter combat." Quickly, he took a swig and gave it back to Sinfi, who gave him a solemn look of understanding.
"I miss the District of Secrets." Sinfi said swirling the wine in the green glass bottle as she continued, "In the capital, there's five districts, but what most people don't know is that there is a sixth in the underbelly of the city. It's the hub for the black market, thieves' guild, and the home to the unconventional, like me. It's really a sight to behold, buildings and towers made out of stone and steel, the ceiling of the cavern has an enchantment where it mirrors the world above. You would like it, I think." Sinfi took a swig from the bottle before passing it back to The Iron Bull, causing his smile to widen.
They continued like that, passing the bottle back and forth, until the lanterns burned low and they had killed another bottle or two of wine. All too soon, Bull found himself carrying a semi conscious tiefling in his arms and back to her cottage. She held tightly to his harness as she nuzzled into his chest. As Bull laid Sinfi down on the bed, he watched curl up into the pile of pillows. Cautiously, Bull ran his thumb below Sinfi's bottom lip, clearing off the smudged lipstick. The night had not been anything close to what he had planned on doing, but what had transpired had been better then any quick romp The Iron Bull had ever had.
In that moment, Bull told himself he would proposition one of the serving girls tomorrow. He wouldn't ruin whatever was growing between the Vistani and the Qunari.
Ben-Hassrath Report:
The Mages fucked up, and have allied themselves with Tevinter. We're going to go get them out of this mess. Sinfi is sympathetic to their cause and they are needed to close the breach.
The Herald's home land, Ejasia, is increasingly worried about the threat to their people if we do not succeed.
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"Bull, your left!"
Bull quickly ducked towards his right as he heard a dagger fly through the air. An audible thunk and groan sounded behind him as the Venatori sunk to the ground, now dead with a golden dagger sticking out of the center of his head. Bull watched the blade shimmer and then disappear. Quickly, he glanced over towards Sinfi and saw the blade reappear in her garter. Bull gave her a nod in thanks before lowering his head and charging towards the next group of enemies that were coming towards her.
"Pinky, I don't think I'll ever get used to your bag of tricks," Varric shouted as he reloaded his crossbow from his vantage point above and behind them. The Iron Bull could hear her bell like laughter before she disappeared into a puff of smoke. A few seconds later she reappeared behind the foe Bull had started working on, quickly ramming her daggers into their spinal column, twisting the blade and effectively turning the goon into a rag doll.
"Sorry for cutting in," she quipped, giving Bull a wink before she dropped to her knees to avoid the battle axe aimed for her head. With practiced ease, Sinfi swiped her tail around her attacker's legs, making them fall before pouncing on them, daggers at the ready for the kill.
"Come on," Bull groaned and ran one of the Venatori mages through. "That was my kill, boss."
"That sounds like-" Sinfi grunted as she pulled her daggers out of the sternum of the corpse she was straddling, "-what someone says when they're losing." Sinfi got up, wiping the blood of the metal and looked around at the room now filled with the bodies of the fallen Venatori.
"The both of you, bloodthirsty savages." Dorian scoffed with an eye roll. Sinfi watched him with a raised eyebrow as she pulled out a small piece of parchment and graphite from her back pocket.
"Fine then, since we're savages I guess I'll just give your kills to Varric," Sinfi drawled out slowly.
"Sounds like a good plan to me," Varric said as he walked towards the party, wiping the dust off his hands, Bianca safely on his back.
"Did I say savages? I meant wonderful people of such culture and refinement," Dorian fluttered his eyelashes in Sinfi's direction.
"Better," Sinfi said with a smile. "How many did you get?"
"Two please, you enchanting creature." Sinfi smirked at Dorian's comment before making the note on the parchment.
"Okay then," Sinfi sighed as she tucked the parchment back into her pocket. "Now, from the briefing with Leliana and Cullen, if we continue in this direction-" Sinfi pointed down the left hallway, "-we should be able to get to the throne room where Alexius has made himself comfortable, but..." Sinfi paused and looked towards the right.
"But what, Pinky?" Varric asked with slight confusion. "The bad guy is that way, we go in, get him, and or kill him."
"But the royal apartments are to the right. We may be able to find his notes or other useful information," Bull said slowly, glancing at Sinfi who gave him a nod for confirmation. Dorian and Varric looked at one another quickly.
"They're not wrong, Varric," Dorian agreed as he crossed his arms and thought about it.
"But we don't know for certain, so it could very much be a waste of time," Varric argued. "We don't know how long Leliana will be able to keep Alexius from breaking through the disguise you gave her."
The dwarf wasn't wrong. The plan could be a waste of time and dangerous, but if pulled off, they could have an advantage later on. They also had no idea how long the charm to Sinfi's disguise would work against Alexius. Varric was right though, it was too dangerous for all of them to go. The Iron Bull caught Sinfi's golden eyes, they had come to the same conclusion. This was a calculated risk that had to be taken, and Sinfi was the only one who could do it.
"Give me ten minutes," Sinfi said adamantly as she took the satchel from Varric, who stood there, dumbfounded.
"Are you crazy?" Varric balked at the pink Tiefling.
"I can get in and out without anyone noticing," Sinfi stated as she tossed the bag over a shoulder. "If anyone comes with me, I'll be slowed down."
"You can't be serious, Sinfi," Varric looked between Dorian and Bull for back up. Dorian had found something rather interesting with his cuticles that had to take priority whereas Bull just looked at the dwarf and gave him a shrug.
"Look, it's important, and she's right, we'll slow her down. If we stay here we can defend this point and make sure no one comes up behind her," Bull stated and crossed his arms before looking over at Sinfi. "Be careful."
"Oh, this is a horrible plan, but they're right, it needs to be done," Dorian stated as he looked back up from his nail beds. He patted Sinfi's shoulder softly, "If any of us can do it, you can."
"Look, I don't agree with this. Just, don't die. We kinda need you, Pinky," Varric groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"They'll have to find me first to kill me," Sinfi smirked as she bent down and gave the dwarf a kiss on the cheek, leaving a perfect dark pink lipstick mark before she vanished right in front of them.
Bull looked down at the Dwarf with a critical eye: How the hell did the dwarf get a kiss and Bull didn't?
"She's late," Bull stated as he paced up and down part of the hallway.
"Calm down, Tiny," Varric sighed. "You were the one who said she would be fine."
"I didn't say 'I thought she would be fine,' that was the Vint," Bull growled out. Dorian sat up from his spot straighter before he interjected.
" No I-" Dorian stopped mid-sentence as realization dawned on him, "Nope, you're absolutely right. I did tell her she could do it. Shit! She's dead, I just know it." Dorian sat back into his seat.
"Maker, listen to the two of you. It hasn't even been ten minutes," Varric shook his head at the two of them.
Sure enough, as promised, Sinfi Moon reappeared at the ten minute mark. The satchel slung over her shoulder was filled with loose papers and notebooks detailing the Magister's different experiments.
"Come on, we need to get going," Sinfi said as she passed the bag to Varric and started down the left hallway. "No one saw me, but I think some of the guards know something is going on."
Bull fell in line behind the Herald. He drew the oversized greatsword as she drew her daggers and they kept the weapons at the ready. The party was silent as they moved through the winding hallways. Their breathing slowed as they drew closer to the throne room. The Iron Bull could hear voices. He could hear the clear, distinctive Vistani accent Bull had associated with Sinfi. Sinfi paused at the opening, pressing her back against the wall. Sinfi looked over at the Bull. He watched her lips mouth a countdown.
Three...
Two...
One...
With that, Sinfi disappeared as Bull burst into the throne room to create a distraction. The sound of Bianca and spells firing filled the room. The Iron Bull took down two, three, four Venatori before he heard it; the jingling of bangles. The Iron Bull looked up and saw Sinfi standing behind Alexius, one dagger pointed at his kidneys and the other blade at his jugular.
"Hello Alexius, apologies for my tardiness. I'm glad to see you didn't wait for me," Sinfi said with a smile as Felix stepped out of the shadows. "Now, thankfully your son has been very helpful to the inquisition."
"Felix, what have you done!" Alexius asked in astonishment, realization hitting him.
"Don't you see, your own flesh and blood is concerned that you have gotten yourself involved in something terrible," Sinfi said coolly.
"So says the thief," Alexius seethed, anger slowly starting to boil. "You think you can turn my son against me? You walk into my stronghold with your stolen mark; a gift you don't even understand, and think you're in control?"
Alexius paused, taking a calming breath. Silence filled the chamber before the final words sliced through.
"You are nothing but a mistake," Alexius's voice was filled with venom. "They should have left your mother and the rest of your kind in the woods to die."
Everyone in the room gave each other questioning glances at the remark, but Bull knew the story and could see the golden daggers shaking slightly as rage ignited in Sinfi's eyes, lips thin as she tried to bite her tongue on what she truly wanted to say. The Iron Bull and Alexius knew this was her weak point and he was going to use it for all of it's worth.
"If you know so much, then enlighten me. Tell me what this mark is for."
"It belongs to your betters. A daughter of a Vistani whore wouldn't even begin to understand its purpose."
Bull could tell Sinfi wanted blood, she wanted Alexius's blood specifically and Bull couldn't blame her. She was losing the cool and calm collected nature she had been trained to keep. The Iron Bull caught her eyes. They stood there staring at one another, breathing in unison. He watched the anger and pain drain from Sinfi's eyes slowly.
"You know much about the Vistani for just a man from Tevinter," Sinfi questioned.
"The Elder One went to the golden city to strike down the maker himself, but instead stumbled upon the Threads of Fate," Alexius let out a laugh, "He discovered just how much power and knowledge they possessed. When he can get back to them he will ascend to become the god of every realm they touched."
"Father just listen to yourself," Felix begged as he took a few steps towards them.
"He's beginning to sound like the sort of villainous cliche everyone expects us to be," Dorian said as he stepped out of the shadows. "Next thing you know, there will be blood magic and demon summoning."
"Dorian, I gave you a chance to be a part of this and you turned me down," Alexius said slowly. "The Elder One has power you would not believe. He will raise the Imperium from it's own ashes."
"Thats who you serve then, the one who killed the divine. You're a fanatic," Sinfi spat out.
"Soon, he will become a god. He will make all of the worlds bow to mages once more from Thedas, to Ejasia, and every world in between."
"I refuse to stand by and let that happen," Sinfi said slowly and she raised a pommel of her dagger.
Alexius saw his chance and quickly elbowed Sinfi in the solar plexus. Reflexively, she let him go.
"You are a mistake. You should never have happened," Bull watched as Alexius pulled out a pendant. Greenish blue electricity sparked in the air around them.
"No!" Dorian shouted before magic coursed out of his staff, aimed at Alexius. But it was too late as a portal opened before them, pulling Sinfi and Dorian into the dark swirling depths. They, and the portal, were gone in an instant, leaving Bull, Varric, and Leliana back-to-back and alone in the room as more Venatori guards rushed in.
"Capture them and take them to the dungeons," Alexius said before sitting back down upon the throne with a smile. "The Elder One will be pleased."
They fought wave after wave of Venatori. Varric and Leliana were running low on arrows and The Iron Bull's arms started to burn from exertion. Bull continued fighting through the pain. He took all of the rage and anger out on the enemies that kept coming towards him. The Herald, the only hope for Thedas and the Dimensions, was gone. Sinfi Moon, the dawnstone Tiefling and child of the Vistani, was gone. The Iron Bull didn't know if she was being tortured or worse, dead. The Iron Bull promised himself that he would get through these enemies and find his boss.
As if some deity had been listening to his thoughts, the green bluish electricity shot around the room, crackling the air. The portal that had once taken the Herald and their new Vint companion was formed once again, throwing the two in question back into the room.
"Welcome back to the party, Boss," Bull shouted before slicing down another enemy. "You've got a lot of kills to catch up on."
"Glad to be back Bull," Sinfi said softly with a smile just for Bull. In that moment, Bull realized that that smile was better than any damn kiss on the cheek.
Translations:
Pontificis bulla nondum advenit= The Bull has arrived!
Venite, et participes potum= Come and share a drink.
stercore= Shit
Nothi= Bastards or jerks