Of all the things Hawke hated the most, demons were the first on the list. She was tired, it can be seem in her face, from fighting so long she didn’t know how many hours have passed since she grabbed her staff and used her mana.
Her hand shot to her belt to grab another bottle of lyrium but panic when she didn’t felt the slick texture of glass, even her vibrant blue eyes turned her attention to where her potions were supposed to be. Marian couldn’t use her magic without lyrium and she was soon to run out of mana and demons were everywhere.
What was happening? Didn’t the Inquisition closed the Breach? Why there was more demons than before? The veil was supposed to be closed now that the Inquisitor ended Corypheus and dealt with the “door” that brought demons to reality. Maybe she should go back to Skyhold and search for any explanation, if comes out of this alive.
Hitting a demon with her staff to give herself some space to escape, the mage turned around to run but was met with more demons. A dry chuckle came to her lips, feeling even more tired than before.
“Man, if this is my way to die today, maybe I should have chosen to die in the fade.” But she can’t die today, not tomorrow, she can’t leave the living at the moment. Hawke still has business to take care off. Raising her staff, seeing the demons running closer, she gave a side smile. This was her last bit of lyrium and she needs to use it wisely.
Too bad she isn’t as wise as she is supposed to be. The low part of the staff touched the ground, creating a burning wall to protect her, burning these demons dumb enough to try walk through. She fell to her knees, a hand on her staff and the other on the floor, catching a breather while sweat beads fall to the ground.
“It was great until it lasted…”
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How it seemed that her end had met her at last. And what a fight she had displayed against these hell-hardened demons adorned in steel and sword to punctuate what wicked powers & strength each wielded all blended with the wild, feral beasts that sought death like sweet water. Alas, as many as she had taken down to return to their home in the depths, all was for naught. Soon, they would return to the numbers just as mighty as before but this lone mage? He thought not.
From the skies his regal form descended with an arrogant titter to cease the onslaught for but a moment’s time. “I applaud you for your efforts.”
The creatures parted like the sea to make room for his gracious presence ever so delicately stepping foot atop blood-drenched soil. “Alas, just as your comrades, so too will you come to realize that all struggle is in vain.”
His ornate scepter floated into his thin-fingered grasp and soon it would be placed underneath his captive’s chin. Look into the eyes of your God and realize your place. There is no hidden heart in the depths of his wicked, unflinching stare. Nothing to appeal to. No crack to worm through. Your fate is in my hands. Are you wise or a fool?
“Accept me as your new Emperor or suffer.”
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