Oh Deliciously Demonic, present!
Kay, some explaination, this follows on from my 'Trust' prompt fic with my MageF!Hawke Navessa. And it is loooong, sorry.
“What do you mean
you lost him?”
“I mean that he wasn’t in position for the ambush and now we can find him Hawke.” Explained Sebastian.
Fenris was
never not in position, and he did not just ‘disappear’.
“And how exactly do you lose someone
who glows in the Maker-dammed dark!” She snarled.
The noble looked taken aback, and Hawke reined in her emotions. It wasn’t Sebastian’s fault – she knew exactly who to blame.
The Magister.
“Varric!” She yelled.
“Right here Hawke.” Sensing her anger the Dwarf was unusually deferential.
“I need your spy network.”
“On it. Hawke?”
“Yes Varric?”
“Don’t do anything
stupid.”
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She sat on his bed; she could smell him on the sheets, in the air. This was
his room. And it would be again.
“It...It didn’t hurt...Pl-Please don’t stop.”Navessa Hawke replayed those words in her mind. That night Fenris had trusted her, had allowed her to see the frightened, broken man beneath the warrior. Since then if he had needed healing he had come to her; and in those moments he had let the mask drop.
The Magister had done more than brand him, had done more than torture him. The few times he had spoken of his former master Fenris had revealed it was more than experimentation that he wanted the elf for.
“He is...obsessed with me. I don’t understand it.”And now the bastard had him back.
‘Not for long, I promise you Fenris.’She went downstairs; Varric should have some news by now.
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As always, the Dwarf was correct. A seedy, run down bar in Lowtown going by the name
The Mages Staff – The irony made her sick. And a swaggering idiot of a bounty hunter who didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut. Isabela had a location out of him in seconds and the fool didn’t even know he’d been conned.
Ten. Ten to one to take the elf down. She was proud of him for that and the six that had survived were going to find their celebration cut short. She would make sure of that.
But now she had a visit to make. She gripped
Parlathan.
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The air smelt of cooked and charred flesh as her chain lightning felled the last guard. Her death siphon sucked up the last vestiges of entropic energy from the corpses, replenishing her Mana, when it finished she cancelled it. There would be no more guards now. She would have to rely on the Lyrium potions tucked in her belt.
She was in the depths of the tower now, facing the ominous door that led to the Magisters private sanctuary. She concentrated on the wards, tearing them apart like cobwebs. A fireball took care of the actual door.
She could hear screaming.
‘Fenris’She ran along the corridor and stopped short at the sight before her.
Fenris, laid on a stone slab stripped to his britches, his brands glowing, his back arched and eyes nearly rolled back in his head, sweat beading his skin as his hands clenched in agony.
The Magister stood over him, a claw-like hand held over his chest. He snarled something in Tervinter and Fenris screamed again and then collapsed, eyes closed and whimpering.
“
Enough!”
The Magister tuned and Fenris’ eyes opened. The Magister smiled.
“Well, it appears a rescue has been mounted my dear.” He purred. “But you just stay there and let me deal with this.”
“Hawke” Was the hoarse whisper “Run, please.” Fenris begged, twisting against bonds she could not see. The Magister laughed.
“After all the trouble she had gone to? Pet, don’t be so rude.” He slid a hand up Fenris’ ankle to his knee as he walked toward her, the hand then stroking from knee to inner thigh, the proprietary touch made her temper flare.
“Do not touch him.” She warned. The Magister appeared taken aback.
“He belongs to me,
child. I can do with him as I wish. And I do not appreciate being ordered and threatened in my own home.” The purr was now a snarl.
The sound of heavily armoured boots running and jingling chainmail filtered down to the chambers.
“That would be my back up guard – did you truly think I would leave myself so unprotected? And now I think it is time for you to leave, Hawke.” The Magister grinned.
She waited. Yells, screams and the clash of weapons could now be heard. If she listened closely she could hear Bianca firing. Hawke was not
stupid.
“And that would be
your back up meeting
my back up, Magister.” She said brightly.
“I know you won’t release Fenris. And, frankly, allowing evil such as yours to exist does not sit well with me. One of us will leave this place, with him. Can you accept that
old man?” Her voice dripped honeyed poison.
His eyes narrowed, his mouth twisting in rage. He might have been handsome, in an elderly, scholarly way, if he were not so obviously tainted with rage and evil.
“Very well then” He spat. “Mage to mage.” Lighting shot from the blackened staff he wielded.
She was ready with shield. Hawke had no expectations that this would be a fair fight. She sent a stonefist back in retaliation, following it with Horror. The first spell knocked him down, but he brushed off the second.
He threw back Disorient and she felt the world spin, but she had fought in worse conditions. She called forth a stinging swarm, and downed a Lyrium potion while he was distracted. The power flared across her limbs, she cast spell might and spell shield with it, then froze him from foot to waist with winters grasp. As the Magister melted himself free she gulped another potion.
She wasn’t fast enough, and a flame blast washed over her; the spell shield took most of it but she felt the flames lick at her skin. She threw a Mortality curse back and exulted as it stuck. He cast a blizzard, but she cancelled it with an inferno. They were both sweating and panting with the exertion, mage rarely fought mage but when they did it was just as deadly a combat as between warriors.
Hawke threw an arcane bolt to distract the Magister as she drank another potion. She was putting everything she had into this and her Mana was draining fast. She summoned a crushing prison at the same time he cast force shield. The two spells fought against each other, an immovable object meeting an irresistible force. Hawke knew what would happen.
The Magister collapsed and the resulting shockwave threw her into the wall, Hawke felt her arm break. She rolled and pulled another potion out, using it to power a regeneration; she felt the bone knit back together. The Magister was staggering back to his feet. The regeneration had drained her and her hand dove into her belt pouch.
She was out of potions.
The Magister knew; he limped towards her, a sneer twisting his features into a horrible mask.
“Your Mana is depleted” He rasped “and you have nothing to replenish it with.”
He stalked forward, looming over her.
“You would have been better off letting me have what is mine. Now, should I simply kill you outright? Or maybe make you suffer? You
did invade my house and insult me after all. But what would cause you more pain, I wonder – your own agony? Or his?” He gestured to Fenris, limp and drained on the slab, watching the confrontation with horror in his eyes.
He bent and gripped her face in his hand, nails biting into her cheeks.
“What would it do to you, I wonder; if I was to make you watch me take him?” He hissed.
Hawke’s arm lashed out in a half-circle blur. For a moment everything froze, and then the Magister sunk to his knees, his hands clasped to his throat and his eyes on her hand.
The knife was tiny; the blade only as long as her littlest finger, but it was gored nearly to the hilt.
Most mages would only use such a thing to gather and chop herbs. She kept it with her at all times - it had been a gift.
‘
Thank you, my dearest sister.’
Hawke kept it wickedly sharp, Aveline had recommended the whetstone.
“We mages forget, with all the power that we wield – that we bleed and die as any other creature.”
Vibrantly red life blood was flowing over and between the Magisters fingers; his mouth was opening and closing but he could not cast, she had severed his vocal chords.
“This is a good death” She said gently “Better than you deserve, accept it.” She waited as the blood flowed, as he collapsed on his side, as his eyes filmed over, until every vestige of life left him. It was done.
She walked to Fenris and he reached for her. She gathered him into her arms as he sobbed. She pressed a kiss to his brow and held him.
“It’s over, you’re safe now.” She told him.
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