𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙊𝙁 𝘾𝙊𝙍𝙔𝙋𝙃𝙀𝙐𝙎

( + ) staring into hers, hollowed. In this nightmare, he wanted nothing more than to take her life, to be the only one who would discover what secrets were kept from their people.

( + ) of the people she knew, those she loved and would sacrifice for anything in the world to keep them safe - But even in his world, the realm of nightmares, nothing was safe from the fear demon.

Fingers wrapped around her throat, holding tightly and spewing hatred toward her, Cyrian ( + )

( + ) with her clan, and parents. She was all alone in a dark and twisted void. The echoed drums, sounds of the dark spawn marching on as they laid waste to all that they touched. In a matter of moments, the blight was spreading, spreading fast than it had ever done before. Walking corpses ( + )

( + ) of her clan that kept her grounded. Fast, it changed into something ever more terrible, something she couldn't fathom that would happen to her brother, his death. Miscalculations, misinterpreting - Or unplanned, his life was snuffed out in the blink of an eye, engulfed in flames ( + )

A green fog began to take over her dreams, slowly warping and changing into something indescribable. A life she missed, a life she would only dream of having. Discovering ancient ruins, deciphering old dalish texts from their forgotten history; a life she would give anything to have. The life ( + )

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧

𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩

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( + ) even she would know happiness, and yet; she was a vicitim of Corypheus and his army of demons. Silhouettes of Grey Warden's marched on with Corypheus, echoing and cheering his name as he became the one true god of Thedas.

( + ) his mind. No matter how far he ran from the screams, they still followed him. Goldanna and her children, huddled together; blaming him for their outcome in life, if only he would've helped them, if only he would've given them what she wanted, perhaps they too would be alive, perhaps ( + )

( + ) the lyrium that made him into an addict. Sickly, and covered in his own blood. Corypheus ruled all of Thedas, neither the Inquisitor, nor the Grey Warden's could stop a god. And though it was a nightmare, a terrible one; it all felt real, too real. The sounds of screams echoed throughout ( + )

( + ) friend or ally. People he once knew long ago, people who died during the ritual. Duncan, torn apart by Dark spawn, with little to no help by the betrayal of Loghain. A death that spread throughout Thedas, King Cailin suffering the same fate. Cullen's body held to his chest, killed by ( + )

( + ) asleep beside the Commander of the Inquisition. He could easily take care of the two, but for now; his focus was on one. Clawed digits began to prick and pull away at the strings, delving deeper into what was hidden away. Alistair stood on a pile of bodies, Grey Warden's he once called ( + )

( + ) was like a god in his realm. A former spirit of fear that grew to such powers beyond any sort of beings comprehension, that even he didn't know what powers truly laid deep within him.

His clawed fingers weaved and trickled through the green fog, gazing into his looking glass; ( + )

A desire that lingered within him, perhaps to have more than what sort of life he chose to join. A devotion so strong, it still had such an impact on him, many years later, long since past of the Hero of Fereldan. While it would've stopped many others who would've attempted this act, but - He ( + )

( + ) there in front of the arch demon and it's army; the taste of dark spawn blood coating every essence that lingered with their bodies; mind, body, and soul.

He knew all what lingered inside of the Grey Warden's heart; betrayal, death, torture, despair, emptiness, love, loneliness, desire. ( + )

The fear demon took time to prepare himself.

While those who surrounded him, were plagued with nightmares and hallucinations; a Grey Warden wasn't easy to bend and break. They were well prepared for this. Succumbing to the ritual, nightmares that were vivid and clear, as if they were ( + )

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𝘼 𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣'𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧

𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙚

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( + ) had the chance." And soon, his sword came down with a loud yell as it echoed in the courtyard.

( + ) the tip of his sword, as he carried a lifeless Bellara, dragging he lifeless body and tossed her at his feet. His shadow hovered, like a dark cloud hanging over the sun. His sword rose high, hate and disgust filled him as he stared down at Cole. "They should've killed you while they ( + )

( + ) in. "𝙈𝙔 𝙒𝙄𝙁𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙇𝘿 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝘿𝙄𝙀 𝘽𝙀𝘾𝘼𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙔𝙊𝙐! 𝘽𝙀𝘾𝘼𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙉𝙌𝙐𝙄𝙎𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉! 𝙄'𝙇𝙇 𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙔𝙊𝙐! 𝙄'𝙇𝙇 𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙊𝙁 𝙔𝙊𝙐!!!!" The bars vanished, adorning his Templar armor, and walked toward him as a trail of fire followed him. Each step, set everything ablaze. Blood dripped from ( + )

( + ) for freedom. His wife and child, left at home to wait for his return. He'd only came into town for food. His clammy hands held tightly on to the bars. Furrowed brows, and snarled at him. "𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝘿𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙈𝙀!" Shouted the templar, his voice echoed in the prison that he was ( + )

A voice would echo as the nightmare unfolded around him, falling further and further into the dream.

A small voice cried out in pain, hunger, and anger. He was only trying to do what he was told. He didn't mean to kill the boy. It was an honest mistake, he shouted. Beckoning and pleading ( + )

The fear demon moved on to his next victim.

A former spirit, he only recently became mortal.

His fingers wove, and weaved into the void, an image appeared before him.

"𝙊𝙝, 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨." His deep voice rattled the large rock wall around him. "𝙎𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚. 𝙉𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙮 𝙄𝙣𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧." ( + )

( + ) always have been. And I'll remain watching, playing, and toying." The fear demon extended out his end, and pushed Solas out into the dark void.

( + ) back once more. "What happens if this is an equal failure?" He asked. "What will you do then, Fen'Harel? Will you try again? Spend another thousand years sleeping, betray those around you, and achieve the very goal you desire?" Again, he asked. "Keep being the pretender, just as you ( + )

He wanted to see just how long would he continue this rues until he could no longer keep up with his own lies.

"You have learned 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜." Spat out the demon. "A teacher that proclaims wisdom, is equally as foolish as his pupils." The fear demon stared down at him, hands cuffed to his ( + )

The fear demon got what he wanted, a reaction to the toy that he dangled in front of him. He, however, was no fool to the true power that Fen'harel had, but even now; he could easily end his life without much fearing of his own demise. And yet, he wanted to watch him squirm a little more. ( + )

( + ) once called allies, friends. Those that he betrayed and used to destroy Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain. Mythal, leaving his side to stand with her husband, his perfect world, fighting for what he wanted of his people; destroyed by trapping the Evanuris.

"𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙚, 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙙! 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛! 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙢! 𝙈𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣! 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙂𝙊𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙊 𝙄 𝘼𝙈?! 𝙄 𝘼𝙈 𝙇𝙊𝙍𝘿 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙇𝙈!"

He disappeared, one after the other began to form in his realm. The regrets of actions that were long made many moons ago. His name shouted by ( + )

( + ) Evanuris, or you; it all leads back to the same goal. The destruction of mankind to bring back an old forgotten world." He curled in his clawed hand, the image disappearing and a snarl fell from his lips.

( + + )

"So you say." Said the Fear demon. "Corypheus may be like the Evanuris, but even I see the same corresponding tale. You seek to bring back a world you helped to destroy, all the while; countless mortals will befall the same fate. What difference does it make to me if it's Corypheus, the ( + )