« Welcome to the Order, Teyrn Loghain, » The dwarf Warden had said to him with a big smirk and malice in his eyes. Loghain hadn't caught the true meaning of this until the Archdemon was slain and his newly relieved mind couldn't focus on anything else besides his carnal needs…He was not the man he once been and there was no going back. His appetites became those of a monster, a Darkspawn, cunts, and food filling his mind constantly and the hunger for them was a constant torture…something no mortal, not even one as strong-willed and cold as he were, was able to dismiss.

There had begun the story of his transformation, one fateful night where he entered the Orlesian brothel he used to visit more often than what he would like; the madam had received him with her usual smile, she friendly took his arm and led him past the whores who were eyeing him with lust

"We have something new for you tonight if you are willing, monsieur," the old woman whispered

Loghain stayed quiet…There were some of the Orlesian noble women who came, hidden behind their masks and dark capes to offer themselves to men they had been lusting over, under the roof of a brothel…but he had refused every offer of this kind.

"I am not interested, and you already know it," he said firmly to the blonde woman.

"Oh, my dear, do I know! But this one is different, I have never seen her before, in fact, she is not Orlesian, her accent is foreign, and so are her looks, she came from nowhere and she has been visiting every night, taking a room and waiting for you to come…You truly should take a look at her before refusing…she had already paid for the room, this visit will charge you nothing at all," the old pimp stated.

Loghain had refused so vehemently to become the amusement of an Orlesian noble who came to offer herself a new thrill by fucking the empire's greatest enemy and defeater…the Hero of River Dane.

After a moment of hesitation, Loghain said,

"Lead me to her,"

The pimp's smile was so wide that he was almost certain that the woman waiting for him had promised her more than a piece of gold if she succeeded to convince him…nevertheless he pushed the door of the fancy boudoir and found himself transported to another world.

The smell, the woman had been burning some kind of incense that he has never smelled before…it was bewitching.

When his eyes got accustomed to the room's faint light he saw her…on the big round shaped red bed, she was laying, wearing nothing but a necklace of red rubies and a black lace tissue covering half her face, from her eyes and below…only her eyes were visible…they were black…as he approached he could confirm that they were as black as her curly thick hair and the hair between her legs.

"I bid you welcome, hero of River Dane," the woman spoke with a thick accent, he couldn't identify.

His cock was doing more than twitching at this point, when under his stare, the woman laughed, her chest moving and making her heavy breasts giggle.

He, almost unwillingly, reached for one of her breasts as he sat on the bed, squeezing it harshly and extracting a guttural moan from her, before saying:

"Who are you?" his voice husky and expressing what his cock was feeling right now.

"I am a promise, my lord," she whispered near his ear and his hand went to the back of her neck grasping it roughly

"The promise of what?" he uttered breathlessly.

"The promise of eternity," she simply said.

At this point he didn't even care if her words made sense or not, he was going to dip his cock as deep as possible into her wetness and come on this piece of black lace that she covered her face with….and he did, he fucked her like a possessed man, like he had never fucked before, nor the coldness of her skin neither the animalistic hisses he was extracting from her, were sufficient reason to put him off or keep him from shooting a full load on her covered face.

He was grabbing the bed's headboard with a hand and his cock with the other, as he came, the last thing he was expecting was for her to pull slightly the dampened black fabric and took his thick, pulsating member into her mouth.

He groaned as she licked and sucked on his sensitive cock, cleaning him…until he felt something grazing his velvety skin…the bitch had fangs! He lowered his head to look at her with wide eyes and she took his cock out of her mouth and smiled at him revealing a pair of sharp long fangs…The next thing he knew, he was on his back, the woman sitting on his waist, pushing his chest with her hands and keeping him down on the mattress like he had no strength at all.

"Loghain Mac Tir, disgraced, shameful, twisted, dishonorable and yet strong, protective and so, so very delightful" the creature licked her lips eyeing him… "Nature, alas, doesn't give it all to one single man, but you seem to be one of her favorite children, and so...you shall never die" she whispered before sinking her teeth into his bared neck.

Beyond the pain of the bite, Loghain's head grew lighter, euphoria invaded his mind slowly and he could even see the funny side of this situation; him, the great warrior and the smart strategist who had so many enemies, finished by a naked woman in a brothel's room…but surely he wasn't going to give up without putting on a little fight, he thought as he took a fistful of her curly black hair and pulled with all his strength, trying to yank her head back. He heard her growling but she didn't remove her fangs from his neck until he was about to faint.

She pulled away from him with a jerk, hissing, and cursing in a foreign language. The little bit of strength he was left with allowed him only to move his eyes and stare at the creature, now glowing eyes as she wiped his blood from her mouth with a disgusted expression.

"Take no offense, my dear, but the Warden's blood tastes as awful as it's rumored to be," she explained before biting her own thumb and pushing it inside his slightly gaped mouth.

"Don't fight it, and drink," she whispered pushing her bleeding finger further into his mouth, the warm liquid pouring directly into his throat.

Finally, it was over…the woman stood up and walked to the night table, pouring herself a cup of wine before she collectedly sat on a luxurious chair, observing the naked man lying motionless on the bed.

Only his chest was rising and falling irregularly.

From her seat, she was able to admire his tall and robust frame…the dark hair on his chest, arms, legs, and on his lower belly…beyond it, there was his heavy cock, resting between his muscular thighs…The woman put her cup aside and walked toward him, she reached to caress his face but he jerked his head away as he panted loudly.

"I suppose it's a bit too late for an introduction," she whispered admiring his profile…she slowly reached for his black silky hair, then she traced his forehead, the manly, prominent, eyebrows ridge and then the convex nose…curved out and hawk shaped.

"I come from beyond the seas, a place far away from Thedas…I would have done anything to leave my homeland and the people there, yet after centuries, the thing I regret the most is the men...They are the most intoxicating poison, ever…and you my dear, in almost everything, reminds me of our men… I bet the coldness and the properness are merely acquired and so different from your true nature" She paused and chuckled "Besides…How a broke warden could afford to refuse free intercourses offered by all those Orlesian noble women?"

She hastily wiped away her smile and rose to her feet. A painful growl left Loghain's throat and forced her to look at him…after some hesitation, the woman sat on the bed and raised the man's shoulders so now his head and his upper back were resting on her lap.

"I know that you are in pain, a greater pain than any normal human would feel due to the transformation, as you are a warden and your transformation into a Darkspawn had already begun…but, know this, Loghain Mac Tir, I have no cruel bone in my entire body, I do not enjoy your pain…To be completely honest with you, I couldn't be more sentimental and nostalgic as in this moment." She tightened her embrace and put her lips on his forehead.

It was the last sentence he heard before a vicious jolt of pain made him lose consciousness.

When his eyes opened, he was still in the same room, naked on the same bed…It was completely dark, yet he could see…he was able to see it clearly, on different shades of grey…and then he spotted her in one corner of the room, wearing a black dress, and leaped out of the bed, moving at a choking speed. Just in the matter of seconds, he had his hand around the woman's neck ready to strangle her;

"What have you done to me?" he uttered between clenched teeth.

The woman smiled and didn't answer, she simply jumped higher, clinging to the wall as if gravity ceased to exist…at his greater surprise, he was able to follow as he jumped and imprisoned her body between the wall and his own body.

"Don't waste your energy, you haven't fed yet," she panted.

"You…."

He didn't have the time to finish his sentence as the black-haired woman vanished from his tight embrace only to reappear sitting on a chair and sipping wine,

"Get down here and let us talk, or would you prefer me to leave you to figure out this whole thing alone?" she calmly said, and he was forced to obey.

"You see, Loghain, I gave you the gift of immortality…but as usual, it comes with a price….and from what I have heard about you, I am certain that it won't be a burden for you,"

"What exactly won't be a burden, creature?" he hissed.

"Killing, spilling the blood to live," she said with a wide smile, exposing her two sharp fangs.

Last night, at Halamshiral, was full of strange events and he had indulged himself into drinking beyond reason, he drank for the satisfaction of it, until he reached a state of euphoria he had only known years ago when he first was turned…when Leila was still by his side…She had told him that her name meant the longest and darkest night of the year, but it was also a word used to describe the dark red wine…he ignored if it was her given name or a name she had chosen for herself afterword but he was sure that last night, on the cool wind he had caught her scent.