a king mr lea surana made through sheer willpower, resourcefulness, brutal suppression and execution of any who would have enough power and will to contest this machination, a king out of an unvalidated, bastard boy with no reigning experience or education, whose only claim to the throne was 'looks a lot like cailan theirin'. and alistair theirin, king of ferelden, never really got along with lea surana. alistair was a hypocrite with a big mout h and little courage to seize the day, and lea surana was a sheltered fucking librarian slash procurer of illicit goods for the rest of the mages cooped up in there, a young man who had managed to avoid being made tranquil because he was, unbeknownst to him, something of a pet project to the first enchanter irving. and being an intense 19-year-old guy from a closed society, the first thing he thought of alistair when he saw him was: 'oh andraste, he's hot'. until alistair opened his mouth, of course, and it's hard to remain civil with someone who is straight, obnoxious, and also the object of your desire and infatuation.
anyway. king alistair forgot who paved his way to the throne with bones for cobblestones and blood and fingernails for mortar, and rebuffed lea surana, who by that time had holed up in soldier's peak, having it turned into a laboratory well supplied, yet isolated and near unassailable, a source of mystery, fascination, and one of ill repute. in the guts of the 'soldier', as people call it, the heretic mage, yellow prince, wraith of ferelden, had consolidated brilliant minds and rare resources to figure out how to reach the Maker himself, demand answers from him, and if answers don't satisfy, then tear god from his throne and take his place. not to rule, but to remove god from the world, enjoy the peace of being an absent god, floating in time and space long after the universe had grown cold, dark, and devoid of anything but void and dense dead stars. whilst, of course, leaving the living world to blossom and live out its existence the way it chooses, because lea surana is ruthless, ambitious, and will delete everything that's not wise enough to stay out of his way, but the world is very beautiful, and it needs no meddling god, much like a boy becoming adult does not need a father to dominate him and tell him how to live. good, bad, the worst, it's what attracted this envy demon to the waking world in the first place, what made it see a dead elven newborn float down the river to the ocean in its tiny little funerary vessel, and decide to take its form, like many demons who haunted clan surana had done before. 'mythal has judged the dead, and releases them not to the afterlife just yet'. many dead washed back to the shore of the surana living grounds after having died and been given to the river. all of them changelings, gifts of mythal, rejected by death.
ANYWAY. king alistair theirin forgot who made him, who put that fancy circlet of gold upon his brow, and ferelden was this close to imploding into another civil war between the king and the yellow prince holed up in soldier, with all of amaranthine to supply defensive forces and to feed them too. except it didn't happen. not yet.
so lea surana plucked maggots from carrion and ate them, and spat out a black fly, who landed on his hand and listened closely, when lea surana told him to 'go remind the king how easily he can be unmade'. and it did. right in through the ear canal, a bite down, and ten minutes later the king was on the floor. three weeks of edge of consciousness and a bad infection in that ear. he never regained hearing in that ear again. the black fly returned to lea surana, and guard scurrying suspiciously tensely, albeit no alarm was sounded, told lea surana everything he needed to know.
and then he ate that fly because bugs are good protein. like a snack. and left denerim, protected by the fear of those who still saw him as one of the king's court, and avoided by those who had an idea of what he'd done, but knew better than to get in his way. he's not a malicious man. just stay out of his way, because he has a meeting with god to prepare for.
peace in ferelden lasted another year until alistair finally stripped the lands of amaranthine from lea surana in absentia, and took his troops to siege the soldier's peak for two more years until lea surana disappeared, and when the king's troops overran the castle, they found hell inside, and no soul in it. just... gone. all of them.
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