Justice. A war cry used to rally troops of a nation against an enemy known to harbour a criminal, or commit criminal acts against its own people - and a conquerer needs to deliver it.

The Tevinter torturers captured in the raids on the breeding farms were blood magisters; the same as those who caused the golden city to be blackened. Their kind caused them to be; their kind exploited the chaos they wrought; their kind used their blood to create greater evil... so their kind should serve them, and be served to them. True Justice.

To understand how he could do it, simply look at his child, and his child's mother, and all that had been done to their people by these 'overseers'. The Tevinters used torture to call the powerful rage demon's from the fade, they also did unspeakable things to the women; the most compassionate of which was rape them. They maimed them. Besides, they reasoned, elven women didn't need beauty to make elven babies; and in an act of almost masochistic depravity, the tevinters who did the act were women, and in their private insecurities... did worse.

Cormack led them all, all seventy-eight torturer's on two chains, through the Deep Roads.

The torturers had all been partially drained by Lilith, robbed of their secrets, deprived of the ability to speak by Cormack ripping their jaws off, all but the women, them he wanted to hear.

He brought them to a massive underground dwarven hall, a lava river flowing under a narrow stone bridge, imbedded the chains in the wall and turned to them. "I am your creation, your god, your curse upon all man, elf and dwarven kind that YOU have never had to face. I am the arch-demon. I know this not because my mother told me... she never has. I discovered it after I commanded three thousand Darkspawn to tear one another apart in this very thaig. It was fun, they broke easy." He stepped to the Tevinter women, "WHORES! Petty, jealous, cruel, whores to power. You carved the most precious pieces from the women who were already willing subservient to you for no greater reason than cruelty and absolute dominion. If you could not be more beautiful... you would deprive them of it and more. DISGUSTING WRETCHED CREATURES. Unworthy even of this fate. You wanted them to be nothing more than instruments to make more slaves? So shall you be... of MINE!" His eyes flashed gold, as those of a dragon, and THEY entered... the Darkspawn - thousands of them, standing at attention at the far side of the bridge.

The Tevinter women had no idea what to expect, and looked upon the gathered mass of the blighted in wonder. Till Cormack grabbed the first female Tevinter mage and walked her across the bridge. She didn't resist, it would have been pointless, she simply stared at the Darkspawn, then reared back as she saw their eyes; their tongues as they lapped at their lips; their erect members as they stripped down in preparation for her... then she shrieked, clawed, begged, then she stopped. It's hard to scream with your mouth full.

Cormack walked back across the bridge to the harried sobs of the other Tevinter women as they begged for death.

The second fought, clawed, kicked, tried to get him to throw her into the lava... failed. She they readily peeled the clothes from and plundered.

Then Cormack turned his attention to the men, just so the women could watch, and suffer as they had made the slaves suffer with watching and waiting as their turn came. He walked him over and held him up for the Darkspawn, they politely pulled him apart alive... and ate him as Cormack made him watch them regurgitate his partly digested flesh into the ravaged females dribbling mouth.

Cormack got another female... such good table manners deserved a reward. positive reinforcement, was a vital part of any master mindless blighted slave relationship.

She fainted... they didn't care - she was just more limber this way.

He tossed another male, this one they caught and held up as they turned him over, ripped open his abdomen, and began feeding the traumatized women from his viscera.

This feeding and mating frenzy continued in all it's slow, agonized pure, and just fashion for a whole day; finally only one female mage remained unstained... the worst violator, the maimer. She would skin the faces from female elves she felt were prettier than her, and force feed them to their mates. She had sought to do that and worse to Lilith; it was she who sent the children that attacked her in Ferelden; she had the gall to beg him in the name of Andraste to end her life mercifully.

How fortunate for her he was so close to the lava, and was such a devout follower of... well, that is to say a casual quote of the... oh well, he knew it involved burning some woman, cruel, but... he was such a giver.

He grabbed her by the neck, held her just above the lava, and waited.

She sweated profusely at first, her eyes not begging mercy, but gleammed with undisguised rage, then her skin bubbled.

He grinned as her pompous face began to boil off her skull. Her muscles twitched uncontrollably in her jaw as she screamed beyond her boiling lungs ability to sustain breath. When her robes finally caught fire her pulled her away from the lava and carried her across the bridge, alive as she shrieked for death. "Don't worry about your looks, they only care about what's inside," and tossed her to the Darkspawn. What do you know, they liked her best... she was always awake.