"My name's Alistair, pleasure to meet you." The human said, shaking Radae's hand.
"I'm Radae." The Dalish mage returned, smiling, "This is my sister, Alynna." Alistair released Radae's hand and gently took Alynna's, bringing it up to his mouth for a light kiss.
"Pleasure to meet you as well, Alynna."
"Brother, does this human wish to court my hand?" Alynna asked, completely oblivious to human customs.
"It's the human way of greeting a female with high status." Radae explained, "It's also used as a way of showing respect upon a first meeting."
"Why does he shake your hand? Does he not respect you?" Alynna asked, bristling at the thought.
"The greeting is only used on females."
"Why?"
"Females are generally treated differently than males in human culture."
"How so?"
"They are generally considered delicate, something a male would protect." At this, Alynna bristled.
"Do I seem weak to you, human?" She calmly asked, "If so I would be glad to show you my strength."
Alistair took a step away from the Dalish woman, "I didn't mean it that way!"
"Then why did you not shake my hand as you did my brothers?" She interrogated, "I am much stronger than he, yet you treat me delicately."
"Sister." Radae stepped in, placing his hand on her shoulder, "It's only a custom, he meant no offense."
"Hm." Alynna replied, eyeing Alistair with something akin to distaste.
"I apologize." Radae said, turning back to Alistair, "She doesn't know as much about human culture."
"I picked that up when she didn't use contractions." Alistair replied, smile returning to his face.
"What are contractions?" Alynna whispered to her brother.
"When two words are put together." Radae replied, before returning his attention to Alistair.
"Duncan told us to find you, he said you'd be the one to assist with our Joining ceremony.
"Ah yes, that." Alistair sighed, "You'll be sent out into the Wilds to gather three vials of darkspawn blood. Another recruit and I shall join you."
"We've be'ainted, how'll wight?" Alynna asked.
"I'm sorry?" Alistair asked.
"Sister, contractions are only for certain words." Radae explained, "You can't just mash words together."
"Human speech is silly." Alynna huffed, crossing her arms.
"She said, 'We have been tainted, how shall we fight?'" Radae sighed, returning to his conversation with Alistair. "We've been physically drained the last few days. It's not much of a problem for me, but my sister possesses no magic of her own."
"Don't worry," Alistair reassured, "You'll have me and the other recruit to assist you."
"That is reassuring," Alynna grumbled, "As a woman, I need as many men around as possible to keep me safe."
"Is there anything else we'll need to do?" Radae asked, ignoring his sister.
"Duncan would like us to get some treaties from an old fort." Alistair replied, "They're agreements signed by the dwarves, elves, and mages to help us during a Blight."
Radae held his staff above his head, blocking the blade of a Hurlock warrior. The mage took a deep breath of air and blew, a large gust flying from his mouth and pushing the darkspawn back. Radae pointed his staff at the Hurlock, focusing energy at the tip. "Fire!" He called, a cone of flame blasting from the tip and setting the beast on fire. Saying the word wasn't necessary, but it helped him focus.
"Brother!" Alynna called, dashing to his side, "Are you harmed?"
"I'm fine, Sister. Focus on the battle." Radae held up his staff, an arrow bouncing off the hardened wood as though it were metal.
"How did you-" Alynna began, before being forced to dodge a Glenlocks arrow.
Radae tried to separate himself from the rest of the group, not wanting to risk hitting them with his spells. However, this left him vulnerable to attacks, which meant he dodged and blocked more than he cast spells. A vision of one of the Arcane warriors came to his mind, how their staffs doubled as weapons. He knew what to do, grateful that the mirror had taught him. He channeled his energy inward, his muscles bulging slightly.
"Radae, behind you!" Jory, a fighter and fellow recruit, called. Without turning, the mage leapt to his right, a blade falling where he once stood. As though he'd done it countless times before, Radae spun around and used the force to slam his staff against the back of the Hurlocks head. A sickening crunch could be heard, but nobody paid it any mind.
~Battle magic: When an arcane warrior focuses mana inward, their physical strength becomes as great as their magic.~
'How do I know that?' Radae wondered, before lifting his staff to block another blade. This one smelled of poison, causing Radae to leap back in fright. With his increased strength, however, he ended up leaping a few feet farther than he'd meant to and slammed into a tree.
"What are you doing?" Alistair called, lifting his shield to block a darkspawns blade. "Beating yourself up doesn't help us at all!"
Radae nodded, gripping his staff like it was a two-handed sword. If he ran his mana down the staff, a blade would form. At least, that's what he got from the mirror. He tried it, but only succeeded in making his staff glow slightly. The Hurlock with the poisoned blade took advantage of this opening, dashing in and attempting to stab the elf in the gut.
An arrow embedded itself in the Hurlocks head, expertly shot from Alynna's bow. "Brother, I can not watch over you! Either become serious, or get out of the way!" Radae nodded, deciding he'd experiment with his staff later. He gripped his staff as a staff once more, this time pointing the tip at a group of four darkspawn.
"Ice!" A cone of freezing mist shot from the tip of his staff, quickly encasing four enemies in a thick sheet of ice. "Earth!" He thrust his staff at two of the ice-encased enemies, chunks of solid rock manifesting and flying at them. The earth hit both in the heads, breaking the ice and snapping their necks. This left two more frozen enemies, which Jory easily took care of with his two-handed sword.
"Excellent job, Ser mage." The warrior complimented before continuing the battle. Radae smiled, he always enjoyed praise. Seven darkspawn were left, all of them hurlocks and all of them wielding two-handed swords. Jory was able to kill two right away, moving his own broadsword around with incredible speed and dexterity. Alynna shot another in the temple with an arrow, while Alistair blocked a blade with his shield. After seeing how he froze their comrades, the remaining three chose Radae as the greatest threat.
'There's no way I could dodge all three at once.' He thought frantically.
~Shimmering shield: The arcane warrior creates a shield of magic around themselves, partially immersing them within the Fade and adding protection against attacks.~
'Thank you, mirror.' Radae threw his arms wide, a sudden coolness seeping in. His body became slightly transparent, while the air around him began to shimmer. One of the Hurlocks swung it's sword at the mage, the blade shifting direction and flying towards his legs rather than his neck. Radae braced for the pain, only to feel a slight pricking. The blade passed through his legs, embedding itself in the ground underneath him. Taking his chance, Radae swung his staff down on the Hurlock, the weighted end landing with a crack and killing the darkspawn. The second Hurlock swung it's sword downwards, only to have it redirected away from Radae's body altogether.
As Radae raised his arms above his head to strike the off-balanced Hurlock, he felt the shield waver and fade. He'd run out of mana. The spell must've used up more than he'd thought. Radae leapt backwards, the third Hurlock stepping in and attempting to cut the mage in half. Meanwhile, the second Hurlock regained it's balance, both of them now preparing to strike. Radae could still feel the strength from when he cast the Battle magic spell, but it was more of a residual effect. He wouldn't be able to bash them to death with his staff anymore, he required a real weapon. Summoning what little mana he could, he pulled the broadsword from the dead Hurlocks grasp. The telekinesis wasn't perfect, however, so he ended up just launching the blade hilt-first towards him.
Radae managed to catch the sword, dropping his staff next to him. Using what he picked up from the Eluvian, the mage spun in a circle to build force, then swung brutally down at the cleft of neck and head on the second Hurlock. The blade bit into the flesh, cracking the neck and embedding itself in the darkspawn. Radae attempted to pull the blade out, but it was caught tight. The second hurlock prepared to attack, but seemed to freeze, causing the Mage to leap back in case of a trap. The Hurlock wobbled briefly before falling down, an arrow sticking out of the back of it's head.
"No need to thank, Brother." Alynna called, smiling confidently, "Just teach me that move and your debt will be repaid."
Radae busied himself with bandaging his leg. When the Hurlock had sliced at him, the blade had been redirected through his then-transparent leg. While not severing the appendage, it did leave him with a large cut on the inside of his calf. A spell would've healed it, but he wanted to save mana. Alynna fussed around him like a worried mother, constantly asking if he'd need assistance tying the bandage, did he need her to disinfect the wound for him, would he need her assistance walking, should they head back to camp and try again later? Radae replied with short 'no's to all her questions.
"What spell was that, Radae?" Alistair asked, sitting on the stump next to the elf. "I was trained as a Templar, and never heard of something like you just did." Radae froze at the word Templar, suddenly feeling much less comfortable around the Warden.
"It... It was a spell our Keeper taught me." He lied. Alynna didn't know anything about what the mirror had taught him, and he didn't want the Templars to learn of the Arcane Warrior spells. Anything that gave him an advantage was welcome.
"I didn't know the Dalish taught their Mages the Art of the Blade." Ser Jory stated, cleaning his blade with a cloth from one of the dead Hurlocks.
"Neither did I, Brother." Alynna joined in, "Did the Keeper teach you to do that?" Radae tried his best not to let his nervousness show.
"N...No." He said, looking up from his seat to his sister, "I learned from watching the warriors. Years of observation must've taught me something..." Alynna didn't seem to believe the answer, but didn't question him further. Radae finished wrapping the bandages around his leg and stood up. "Let's go, we still need to find those papers."
The group made it to the ruins in the middle of the Wilds without any further incident. The ruins themselves were little more than a few walls without a roof, although they did seem to hold a certain magic to them. Nobody else seemed to notice, so Radae decided not to mention it. The papers were supposed to be kept in a wooden case, so they spent the next twenty minutes scouring the small ruins for it. Jory found it, although it had obviously been bashed in and the contents removed. Alistair cursed loudly at the ground for a few minutes, which Radae spent examining the chest for the enchantment that was supposed to be placed on it.
"It wore off." He stated, holding a piece of the wood from the case.
"Impossible," Alistair said, turning to look at the mage, "These wards were supposed to last for decades."
"Well...It's probably been decades since the wards were placed." Radae sighed, "Either that, or Grey Warden Mages were terrible at their job."
"It was probably the latter." A female voice answered. The group turned to a set of stairs that led out of the ruins to see a woman. She was human, with black hair and pale skin. She wore little more than cloth draped across her chest, just enough to hide her nipples from view, black stockings, and a skirt of raven feathers.
"Who are you?" Alistair called, placing his hand on his sword. Jory copied the motion, while Alynna and Radae simply stared at the human.
"Isn't it common courtesy to give your names before asking them?" The woman pointed out, descending the stairs and circling the group at a leisurely, relaxed pace.
"She's probably a Witch of the Wilds." Jory stated, gripping his blade and unsheathing it.
"Witch of the Wilds?" The woman laughed, stopping. "Such fanciful people, to believe those stories." She placed a hand on her hip, her laughs echoing off the walls of the ruins. "However, if that is what you wish to call me, then yes." Jory tensed, his blade between him and the woman.
"Jory," Radae spoke, his voice even and calm, "calm down. She doesn't mean us any harm."
The woman eyed him and his sister, an eyebrow raised."Oh? And how do you know that?" She asked, walking calmly towards them, "For all you know I really am a Witch of the Wilds, and intend to steal your souls."
"Do you?" Radae asked, smiling.
"If you had intended to do us harm," Alynna stated, "You would have attacked us when our backs were to you."
The woman was silent for a moment, before a small smile formed on her lips. "So not all of you are idiots." She finally stated. "I am not a Witch of the Wilds, however I am a Witch who dwells in the Wilds. My name is Morrigan."
"Where did the Treaties go?" Alistair asked, drawing his sword and shield. "Did you steal them?"
"Steal them?" Morrigan chuckled, still facing Alynna and Radae, "Your seals wore off years ago. My mother was kind enough to protect them for you." She turned to face the frightened humans, "You would do well to avoid pointing fingers, especially when I have what you seek." Morrigan turned back to the elf twins, "You understand such courtesy, hm?" Radae and Alynna nodded.
"Morrigan, would you please take us to your mother?" Radae asked, "These treaties are very important."
"Hmmm..." Morrigans eyes glinted, and Radae became suddenly aware that she had yellow eyes. "I may deign to bring you to her, but only if you beg." Radae could feel his sister tense beside him, but neither moved. The Dalish twins and Human witch stared at each other, neither side moving. Radae and his sister were nothing, if not proud. They'd sooner torture the information out of Morrigan before beg for it.
After a few moments of silence, Alynna spoke up. "We shall do no such thing. Either you take us to the treaties, or we make you." Morrigan smirked, pointing at Alynna. The elf brought her hands to her neck, struggling against an unseen force as she was lifted from the ground.
"You are in no position to make threats." The Witch stated. Alynna looked to her brother for help, and was frightened by what she saw. Radae's eyes had darkened considerably, the whites
having become dark grey while the iris shifting to pitch black. This hadn't happened before, what was happening?
"Irritum." The words spilled from his mouth, their meaning lost to all except Radae. Morrigan gasped, her mana vanishing. Her knees buckled, and she was forced into a kneeling position. With the release of the magic, Alynna fell to the ground. The force around her neck had disappeared, and she could breathe again.
"What sorcery was that?" Morrigan asked, struggling to stand back up. Her strength had disappeared, or maybe gravity had increased? Either way, her body felt like lead. Radae's eyes returned to normal, and the elfs grey eyes stared into Morrigans yellow ones.
"That was the type of sorcery that you will deal with, if you ever attempt to harm her again." He stated, not entirely understanding what had just happened. "Take us to the Treaties." Morrigan scowled, standing upright. Her strength had returned, thankfully.
"I will bring you to her, then." She growled. Morrigan turned and began walking towards one of the exits, Alynna and Radae following. Alynna glanced at Radae, trying to find a trace of the thing she'd just seen. It was her brother, but not him. She shivered, praying she'd never see it again.
As they passed him, Alistair placed his hand on Radae's shoulder, "We'll need to talk about that," He said, referring to the Mage's behavior, "back at camp." Radae nodded, deciding to worry later.
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Morrigan was true to her word, and brought them to her mother. The old lady introduced herself as Flemeth, much to the shock of the humans. Alynna and Radae, meanwhile, showed no reaction to the revelation. Why should they? They'd never heard of and Flemeth.
"She's THE Witch of the Wilds." Jory explained, "It's said that she and her daughters lure men into the Wilds and feast upon their souls." The warrior drew a cross in the air before him, as though it would ward off the evil.
"So the tales say."Flemeth stated, her calmness chilling the humans to the bone. "But tales are just that, stories. What do you to believe?" She asked the elf twins.
"We believe what we see." Alynna stated, clearly not phased by the witch's behavior.
"And what do you see?"
Radae answered this time: "We see an old woman living in the middle of the Wilds with her daughter."
Flemeth was silent for a moment, staring calmly at the twins. A smile appeared on her face, accompanied by a small laugh. "I like you two. Not many people will state what they think so blatantly. I have your Treaties, the Seals wore off many years ago. You were lucky I was keeping such a close eye on them." She turned to Morrigan, "Go fetch them, girl." Morrigan turned and walked into the house, her face an emotionless mask.
"Are you truly a Witch?" Alynna asked, "My brother was the First to our Keeper."
"I am occasionally referred to as Asha'bellanar" Flemeth responded. The elfs tensed at the words. Asha'bellanar was feared. A powerful witch. "And it is an honor to meet the person who was training to become a Keeper of a Dalish clan." Flemeth repeated "Your magic is probably much different from that of the outside world, yes?"
"I haven't seen many Mages since leaving my clan," Radae responded, "I wouldn't really know..."
"I can sense an air about you, something other Mages don't possess." Flemeth continued, "However, I doubt it's because of your Dalish training." A small smile seemed to grace the old womans lips.
"What do you-" Radae started, before Morrigan returned with the Treaties. Alistair placed his hand on Radae's shoulder, eager to leave.
"Let's get back to camp." He said, more a command than anything else.
"Don't worry little elf." Flemeth said, a vibration augmenting her words, "We'll meet again, and I will explain everything then." By that point, both Alistair and Jory had turned and were heading back to camp. Alynna glanced at him, before turning and following the humans. Radae turned and followed the rest of the group, glancing back briefly at the two women. Morrigan scowled after them, while Flemeth kept that faint ghost of a smile on her face.
"Come on, Radae." Alistair called, he and Jory waiting for the elves to catch up. Radae turned and jogged to catch up again.
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Radae held the chalice up to his lips, his hands quivering from what he'd just witnessed. He'd known that becoming a Grey Warden would be difficult, but that they'd neglected to tell him something so important was astonishing, dumbfounding even. Ser Jory had been the first to drink the darkspawn blood, and the first to die.
"Brother! I beg you, do not drink the blood!" Alynna cried, her arms restrained by a grim-faced Alistair. It was understandable that she'd be so distressed. Jory had drank from the same chalice not moments before, and whithin moments he'd started convulsing. The blood was a poison, he was certain. But, at the same time, he knew that there was a chance it wouldn't kill him. So, his choices were to either drink the blood and possibly live, or refuse and be killed by either Duncan or the disease in his blood.
The mage held his breath, praying he wouldn't taste too much, and took a large swig of the crimson liquid. It was cold, and much more viscous than he'd imagined, so he had trouble not spitting it all out. He heard Alynna choke out a gasp, and Duncan sigh in relief. Was that a good thing? He didn't feel like he was seizing violently, although he did feel a bit of vertigo. As though he was falling... His legs had given out? When did that happen? His vision faded to darkness as he fell, blacking out just before he hit the ground.
_
"Come to visit me again, Master?"
Radae gasped as his eyes opened, the lifeless expanse of the Fade greeting him. He could feel the Demoness' presence behind him, but didn't bother to look. "I'm not dead?"
"Unfortunately not." She replied, sauntering seductively in front of him. "Such a pity, too. I was so looking forward to seeing you as a full-fledged Sin Demon." The Demoness stopped and rubbed his bare chest, her claws surprisingly gentle. "I do like what has happened to you so far, though." A hand mirror appeared in Radae's hand. "Take a look, Master."
Radae held the mirror up to his face, strangely unaffected by his reflection. His skin had changed, and was now pitch black. His pupil-less eyes glowed black as coals, and the skin around them was tinted gold. His hair burned as black flames on his head, not unlike the Demoness' purple flames.
"Your soul is changing, it's being corrupted and morphed by the combined influence of the Mirror fragments in your eyes and the darkspawn blood mixed with yours." The mirror disappeared, and the Demoness wrapped her arms around him, grinding her crotch against his leg. "Even like this, you're a force to be reckoned with in the Fade."
"I suppose I am." He agreed, unaffected by her advances. "Do you know what's happening with my body?"
"Hmmm..." The Demoness purred, her soaking pussy leaving a trail on his leg. "I may."
"Well?"
"I may be persuaded to tell you, if-" She was cut of as Radae, feeling suddenly outraged that she would try to strike a deal with her Master, grabbed her by her neck and slammed her into the ground. Cracks spread from where her body hit, the ethreal ground apparently reacting as if it were real.
"I am your Master." He stated, "Tell me, and I may see fit to reward you."
"I-I... Yes Master." The Demoness said, astonished and aroused at his forcefulness. "The Wardens have taken your body and placed it in a tent next to your sisters."
"What of her?"
"She reacted to the Darkspawn taint the same as you, she's fine." The Demoness squirmed, her Master's forcefulness causing her already wet crotch to twitch in desire. "Master, that is all I know..."
"Good." Radae released her neck and stood up, his gargantuan cock swinging in front of the Demoness. "You may have your reward, but first you must tell me your name."
"My name?" She asked quizzically, floating into a sitting position before her Masters shaft. "It's Lilith." Radae nodded, gesturing for her to begin. The demoness grinned, her sharp teeth gleaming in the ethereal glow of the Fade. She took the flaccid member in her hands, bringing it to her lips and sensually licking the tip. Her long purple tongue swirled around the head, even sliding into the urethra once or twice. Radae's cock began to expand, the pitch black flesh extending to it's full girth and length. Lilith floated higher to keep up with the growth, her head soon level with her Masters ribcage.
"You may begin." Radae stated. Lilith grinned once more, floating higher and higher until her soaked crotch was level with the tip of the flesh spire. Radae watched as she impaled herself on the massive shaft, pale-skinned face contorting in pleasure. Her normally dark eyes lit up, giving her a much less evil look. A lump was moving up her stomach, an obscene display of his size. The lump came to rest above her naval, the tip of his cock meeting resistance.
"My womb..." Lilith moaned, as if to answer his question, "I've never been with a mortal who could reach the entrance to it..." Although surprised, the demoness showed no signs of stopping. She began gently pushing down more and more, his cock sliding past the entrance of her uterus. The lump continued moving for a few more moments before encountering another barrier.
"It would appear you've run out of room." He shouldn't have been surprised. The last time they'd been together, his cock had only gone half-way in before he pulled it back out. It'd been his rush to assert dominance, so he thought nothing of not fully penetrating her. "You've done quite well, though. Only about an inch is left."
"I... I don't think I can take any more of you..." She groaned, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Were that I was at full strength, I would change my shape to allow for more of you." Radae looked at her questioningly, resulting in a sigh. "Master, I will explain later, for now I would love my 'reward'."
"I suppose I did promise you." Radae stated, smiling. He let his hands wander down her body, cupping her creamy buttocks and lifting her almost all the way off his shaft. Lilith moaned in delight, a sound which quickly changed to squeals of pleasure as he thrust her back down. The tip of his shaft bumped against the back of her womb, the lump in her abdomen coming to a sudden stop just under her ribs. Her pussy clenched down on his shaft, a rush of her fluids gushing forth.
"I'm sorry, Master..." She began, resting her forehead against his shoulder, "I am unaccustomed to such feelings."
"I take it as a compliment." Radae replied, lifting and slamming her back onto his shaft. More moans spilled from her mouth, accompanied by ones from the Elf. He began repeating the motion, only faster. She no longer went as far up his shaft before plummeting back down, obscene squelching sounds emanating from their crotches. He felt a mix of her cum and his pre slide down the underside of his shaft and drip from his scrotum, landing with wet plops on the browned earth between his feet.
Lilith wrapped her legs around his hips, limiting his movement to a few inches. Her pussy clamped down once again, harder than before, and another rush of fluid spilled from her. Radae smirked, slowing his thrusting just long enough to bring his lips to hers in a quick kiss. Her face briefly flashed with hints of surprise, but the emotion was quickly overridden when he began pounding her again. He felt a familiar pressure in his balls, a churning sensation that begged for release. He was about to increase speed when he heard something behind him. Not waiting to see what it was, Radae buried his cock within Lilith, held the demoness close, and spun to face the noise. The demoness gasped in surprise at her Masters sudden movements, but didn't question them.
A bright, white figure was approaching them, clad in bright armor. Radae recognized it as a Spirit of the Fade, but he didn't know which virtue it held to. He went to work figuring out what might've brought it. Love? No, there was none of that here. Truth? Maybe, neither of them were lying to each other, but it was a rather large stretch. Perhaps Justice? That made next to no sense...
"I am a Spirit of Purity." The figure said, the light around it fading. Lilith gasped and slid off Radae's member, a sloppy popping sound the result of the movement.
"It's here to harm you." Lilith warned, floating next to Radae.
"The Demon is right." The Spirit stated, no hint of malice in it's voice. "You go against the Purity I and my Master hold dear. Even Demons are made of one thing, but you are neither Mortal nor other." Radae took a step back, preparing for an attack. The Spirit ignored the movement, continuing it's speech. "And to couple with a Demon not once but twice, the same Demon, I might add, who shows little respect for the barrier between our worlds. An average Mortal I would understand, they are easy to sway and fickle in their short lives. But you have accepted a contract that only Demons may make, and have signed your death warrant."
"Come at me, then." Radae stated. Lilith nodded, summoning a replica of the Arcane Warrior staff to her Masters hands. The Spirit glanced at the weapon, it's face hidden whithin it's helmet.
"I am not here to kill you, not yet." The Spirit said, voice neutral. "I am here to give you a warning. If you continue this depraved union, my Master, and all who've sworn Fealty to him, shall hunt you for the rest of eternity." The Spirit turned around and began walking away. There was a faint whooshing sound, and hardened wood met metal. The Arcane Warrior staff, which had, until recently, been in Radae's hands, been thrown across the twelve foot gap between the Spirit and him. It had been a rather nice toss, Radae noted, the weighted end of the staff smacking solidly against the top of the Spirits helm and bouncing away.
"I'm not afraid of one such as you." The Spirit called, not bothering to turn towards the mortal.
"Nor I of you." Radae returned, his naked form lined in a thin, black mist. "I will do as I wish, and, when I die, I will become a Demon of Sin, and will reign over as much of this place as I can."
"You think yourself the first Sinner to attempt rule over the Fade?" The Spirit laughed, it's first show of emotion. "Sins have attempted such feats before, and each time they were beaten back by the Spirits of Virtue." Another clang of hardened wood on metal, another summoned staff thrown across the clearing.
"I disagree with the way you refuse to look at me when you speak." Radae stated, hefting a third staff.
"Insolent mortal!" The Spirit roared, turning to face the Mage. Radae grinned, launching a bolt of energy from his staff into the face of the Spirit. A sword and shield materialized in it's hands as it charged the mortal. Radae grinned, cyan flecks appearing in his jet black eyes. To anyone looking close enough, they looked like a starry sky, almost innumerable. Radae called forth any knowledge he could from them, pleased with what he found.
"Scythe!" He called, channeling his mana into his staff. The weighted end glowed briefly before a blade of condensed mana shot from side, forming a crude scythe shape. The blade itself glowed dark blue, and was nearly see-through as colored glass. One swing cut a gash in the Spirits shield, knocking it off balance in the process. "Spear!" The blade rippled before retracting into the staff. A spearhead burst forth, made of the same material as the scythe blade. The Arcane Warrior impaled his opponents foot, nailing it to the ground. Not waisting a second, Radae spun and kicked the Spirit in the chest, the force combined with the immobile appendage causing it to fall.
"My Master will not stand for this." The Spirit warned attempting to stand back up.
"I was just having my way with my sexy demoness slave, and you expect me to care about what your master thinks?" Radae laughed, kicking the sword from the Spirits hand. "I have a message for your master. Make sure this reaches him, okay?" Radae knocked the Spirit on it's back, his hands over it with palms down. A cone of flames burst forth, heating up the ethereal metal of the Spirits armor and burning its flesh. Screams could be heard, but neither Lilith or her Master cared. After a few seconds of torching the Spirit, Radae released the spell and pulled his staff/spear from the ground. The Spirits gasps could be heard through it's helmet before a flash of light took it away. Now alone, Radae looked towards Lilith.
"The mood's ruined." He laughed, walking over. His member had gone limp during the fight, and Lilith had, surprisingly, stopped dripping. "I think I'll be waking up soon, so tell me what you meant earlier when you said you're not at full power."
Lilith sighed, disappointed that their fun had been interrupted. "I haven't told you yet, but I had to cut my power to a fraction in order to receive your favor." She floated over to her master and pressed her chest against his, "A Demon may only receive Favor from a Demon with more power. I was stronger than you, so I needed to get rid of almost all my power to be yours."
"Why, then?" Radae asked, allowing her to embrace him, "If the point of all this was to gain power, why did you give yours up?"
"Master, with the rate you're growing, I'll be back to full power in no time." She laughed, rubbing her pierced nipples against his abdomen, "And when you become a Demon Lord, my own power will be many times more than what I started with. Think of it as an investment." Radae felt the Fade around him begin to grow fuzzy, signalling his awakening. "So don't let me down, huh? I'm counting on you." With those words, the world went black.
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Radae awoke in a sleeping bag that wasn't his, in a tent that he'd never seen before. His robes had been changed, and he now wore the standard Grey Warden mage robes. They were, like the name suggested, grey, with a black Griffin symbol adorning the shoulders. Unlike the last time he'd awoken from one of his Demoness' dreams, his pants were completely non-sticky. Suddenly remembering his appearance in the Fade, Radae held his hand in front of his face. The skin was normal, although he did seem a little tanner than he remembered. He quickly checked his lower half, finding the same for his skin down there as well. His cock seemed to have grown a bit, but that may have been his imagination. He dug through his pack and pulled out the dagger he kept for emergencies, checking his reflection in the blade. His eyes were their usual grey color, and his hair was back to the grey locks they usually were.
The elf breathed a sigh of relief, now simply enjoying laying down in the sleeping bag. The feeling of fatigue from the illness was completely gone, his chest no longer hurt, and his leg only faintly ached from the cut he'd received yesterday. It was the first time he'd been able to relax since he'd awoken with the taint, and he was enjoying it.
That is, until his stomach exploded in pain.