KIRKWALL - THREE MONTHS LATER

There was something in the air that night; it wafted up into the breeze and filtered into the very noses of the populus as it slept, it was sweet, coppery, and yet it gave one a strong, somewhat unpleasantly familiar feeling as one attempted to name it... blood. The streets of Kirkwall were awash in it once more, by mornings first light almost three hundred would be piled on to public piers... but it would be over one thousand who would be burned to ash.

He would kill them all by hand - with pain; yet not one citizen awoke: he worked quietly, quickly - if sloppy.

The bodies of corrupt Templars lay disemboweled next to the brutally segmented Blood mages they were in league with to sell elven children from the alienage; whole squads of city guards ripped in half , interspersed with pieces of the gangs they ignored for a price; and the owner of the first name picked up by Lilith from the blood of the first debtor, the newly appointed Viscount sat on his throne, his body twisted like a wrung out rag along his fractured, twisted spine, his crime? Selling Elven and other poor orphans ... as sex slaves. He was still alive when the last of his idiot guards was hurled through the doors. The vacant position would be filled by unanimous vote of the remaining Templars, led by Knight Commander Cullen, by Guard Captain Averline.

All this ,unchallenged by any legitimate authority, carnage, was the work of one man acting on the direction of his sister, Cormack. THE PURGE had begun. Lilith's masterstroke to bring the Tevinter slave trade in its main pipeline to a permanent halt, and bring under her direct control all illicit, and clandestine operations in the vital region; yes, not Cormack, Darling Lilith.

At twenty years of age, Lilith had accumulated the shared experience and wisdom of some eighty-nine people at the pinical of life experience, all the most cunning and ruthless, and who held the positions of the greatest use to her. As selfish people they were useless to all but themselves, but when integrated flawlessly into her own mind, a potental blessing beyond all imagining to all they had exploited; which made her the single most dangerous intellect in Thedas to the status que. Her goal was nothing short of miraculous... save Thedas from itself. For that, she needed the people who knew the people who knew the special things that kept the dysfunction functioning; and in that number, one name stood out, and he needed incentive.

'HIM,' that's what the idiot cowards cramping Varric out of his room called the giant tearing into their money trees and ripping them out by the roots. The three hundred thirty-three men had packed themselves into the Hanged Man, and were watching the veiled windows. They were all armed, all tightly packed into a confined space... made of wood, without any real room to move, one exit, and only one bathroom. They called that SAFE. Dumb-fuck male-bonding... in the Dragon Age.

The crowd got quiet as the heard the thud of another idiot hitting the wall; that made eighty-five thus far in the last ten minutes. What was he? They hoped they could compromise, outnumber him, die quickly. None would happen.

The solid oak door was jammed closed, and had three tables braced against it. They at least gave it an effort. STILL... It flew open on its hinges, and adhered the Kunari bouncer to the wall; his grey skin slid off the side as his entrails leaked from below. They all stared at the entrance as the massive form stepped inside.

"oops," Cormack chimed with a grin, "Door was stuck. Sorry. seen Varric?"

Silence.

"Oh, come on! Alright... Stop me if you've heard this one! The Arch-demon enters a tavern...? NO? Rough crowd. VARRIC!"

"Yes?" the dwarf answered nervously from the crowd.

"Come... you have a date with my sister in Orlea. Bring a decent change of clothes, and all things you hold of any value... now."

Varric came through the crowd carrying a large sack on his back and Bianka over his right shoulder, "Bye boys" he said as he exited the bar.

Cormack shut the door, and turned to the crowd. Picked up a bottle of alcohol, read the label, drank all of it, picked up a lantern and spewed the drink out his mouth onto the crowd, then tossed the lantern, and walked out.

Panic makes people act irrationally... especially the criminally stupid.

They simply had to step on it, not throw water on it, causing the alcohol fueled fire to set the only exit aflame; perhaps they would learn this vital lesson for the next life.

Varric, wisely, had waited, "What does your sister want?"

"To chew your ear," Cormack said and escorted Varric to the docks.

As he walked away, Varric cast a somber glance at his old home, and nearly wretched; there, in place of the namesake dummy above the smoke spewing door, Meeran... hung by his own intestines - still alive.

ORLEA - THAT MOMENT

She was magnificent, the high dragon raising her wings in the center of the field in the middle of the sprawling, opulent estate. Easily twice the size of the dragon that was once worshipped by the Cult of Andraste; she was both beautiful and staggering to behold; no surprise, since she was Lilith Cousland.

Lilith transformed back to a naked human woman and smiled; it was the first time she achieved the fearsome form, it would be far from the last, bring on granny.

She made her way passed the bowed heads of thirteen courtesans, the madams who ran her high-end brothels/intelligence gathering centers. She had them in every capital and major trade hub; they were strangely now of use to the Chantry... more than the Seekers. Cassandra didn't need to know. Speaking of who...

She loved to watch them sleep together, almost as much as she loved being between them. She had purchased the obscenely huge bed to go with her expanding bevy of beautiful lovers, and to go with this, her estate. She loved it all... Especially the secret room. Tonight was a night of all sorts of beginnings.

She opened the huge glass door that led out onto her outer walkways overlooking her gardens, into her private chamber; the roses and other flowers native to Orlea were in bloom and she knew Leliana would love it as she lay a bed, her arms and legs intertwined with Cassandra's. Lilith smiled, they had spent most of the night exploring one another here in her newly acquired Orlesian mansion, the centerpiece of the estate. She had loved coaching them as they uncovered one another's most intimate desires they had for one another; then they had turned to her, and made her moan so sweetly they had lost all track of time as they practiced sweet torture on her naked flesh. She loved them, and they loved her... this she 'knew' from their blood. Tonight, however, was a night of unity, not just pleasure, tonight she would drink from their veins openly, and offer them her own; if they drank, it would be the culmination of all her time with them, prove their love, and give her the chance to test the Tevinter mind control trick she learned from the hot meal she had that night in the woods. That guy had good taste.

Leliana was the first to awaken as Lilith approached the bed, she smelled the sweet aroma of the flowers carried on the night breeze,and the sight of her beautiful lover's naked body approaching set her heart aflutter. She stroked Lilith's flat stomach as she stood by the bed, "Your cold... have you been outdoors naked? Come, get in, we will make you warm."

Lilith smiled at her, and caressed her face, "I have something for you, and for her as well.

Leliana turned and kissed Cassndra on the mouth till she awoke.

Cassandra looked up through her sleepy eyes and reached her hand out for Lilith as well, "Come," she sighed, and grabbed the young malificar's hand.

"In a moment, just take these," she handed them both two jewelry boxes from the bed stand. Lilith gave her lover's their own bejeweled teeth.

The two devout women looked at their young lover, in wonder.

"It's sort of a kink of mine, " she sighed sweetly, "You just cut my nipple, and suck the blood from it. It's ok Nothing ever bad happens, it just feels so, mm... . Please?."

The two women slid the teeth into their mouths and bit into Lilith's nipples.

Lilith threw her head back and gasped joyously as her two lovers squeezed her large breasts like bread dough, and siphoned the blood from her open wounds like suckling calves, only relenting when they began to drivel it from the sides of their lips.

They gasped for air as they broke away from her blood soaked breasts; their gaping mouths like those of feeding beasts on a kill.

The two then kissed one another, bit into one another's probing tongues and sucked the blood from each other's mouths.

Lilith healed herself smiled and led them into a hidden chamber next to her bed chamber. Time to reward them. Two chains were on the floor directly beneath two chains that hung from the ceiling, all four terminating in leather straps. "Put me into them." she sighed softly.

Her two lovers looked at each other in disbelief, shook their heads.

"Liars," Lilth sighed and smiled once again like a hungry Wyvern, then walked over to a table covered by a crimson silk cloth, and pulled it away.

The two women gasped, not in disgust, but open, astonished release; there, before their startled eyes, everything they needed to do everything they wanted to do to her.

Lilith smiled as they perused the toys : ice, salves of wonderous scents and heat, feathers, leathers, wooden paddles, soft leather whips, chains wrapped in silk... a soft, fluffy kitten in a gilded cage, "I call her Lilith," she sighed, "just seemed right, she has the most curiously rough tongue."