There are eight million stories of Dante and Lucifel's escapades together. This is one of them.

Chapter 1 – The Breach

Tell me why we shouldn't kill you now. . .

How did you do that?

. . . I find it hard to believe any mage have this kind of power.

Glad you brought me now seeker?

It began with the dawn's early light. In the land of Ferelden just east of the empire of Orlais and north of the Tevinter Imperium. Nestle in the Frostback mountains lies a place of reverence and worship for many an age. The local church system, the Chantry calls it the Temple of Scared Ashes. It is here that the current Andrastian holy leader Divine Justinia V has held a summit with the leaders of two warring factions – The Templers and Mages. Warring like little children.

Nearby the stronghold of Haven serves as a rest stop for those who make pilgrimage to the temple, both near and far. But on this day all of Thedas will be forever change. The faithful have almost overpopulated Haven for many wish to offer up prayers and worship to the Maker, reach up and touch him, himself. That their faith will stain them – and hopefully the Mage and Templar war will cease.

The scout reported back and the people gathered to see the march of the factions. Templars march methodically in a river of bronze ceremonial armor and decorative swords and shields bearing their pride that shine in the sun. The mages also march several feet to the left of the Templars; cloaked in black with staffs that hummed and glowed with power resonating from within them. To insure they provoke the other side they marched on these wider leading up to the temple. The morning sun shone the autumn tree casting its rays up and down the snow covered valley. Peace was at hand, and that hand was a shake one. Just as the doors open to welcome all in the temple exploded in a blinding flash of green ancient magic everywhere blowing back all in the snowdrift.

Sleeping in a cramped cave until the ancient magic passed over like the sound of thunder coming in the distance Dante awoke from slumber. He felt clammy from being curled up in a small place in the rocks where sharp reaches nerve-racking heights. This place was not the first choice but given his career he wouldn't sleep in the open where the place is overrun by demons and God-knows-what. The spot was picked they cannot reach him in a difficult spot without causing a ruckus. Falling rocks will be the alarm system of a sort.

Then the power that washed over him like a wave in the ocean. It was familiar. Was that Yamato's power? He thought.

It was time to leave. He started by walking sideways he saw an emerald light at the end of thefissure. Sharp edges of the rocks scrape and cut his arms as he passes by. Rocks scattered rolling as he stepped out and saw a very large rift. Forces above and below were drawn like moths to a flame. Swirling at the rift's core in a infinity pattern.

"That's new" said with a great the young nephilim to his buddy. Sleeping in the rigid shadows would make yawn and popped his joints like crazy.

"It happed like a beautiful flash of lightning hopped up on algae." The archangel Lucifel, eccentric best friend and guide to the weird everywhere took off his red and blue 3-D glasses and stood up. "And it is our best chance of an exit." The angel gestured down the craggy hill they stood from.

The path was veiled in a smoke and fog that darken the paths ahead. The path lined with torches came into view and Lucifel confirmed it would lead to this gateway. Fell things that resided here began to wander about and be drawn to the new exit their need to escape was prevalent, running to escape their desolation. Some have notice these two beings presence and came closer. They were neither friend nor foe, at least for moment, but seeking what they are. Dante drew in sword Rebellion only to have them cower back at the quick reaction.

"Masters takes us with you!" they pleaded.

"Do they know us?" Dante whispered.

"N-N-N-N-No?"Lucifel answered honestly, as if he could answer that with a lie.

Dante pushed passed their vapory forms. They need to hurry at any second the rift would disappear and so would their chances of exiting this place.

"Now is the hour of Arbitrary". The voice that thundered as the two neared. Dante's fine hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. A voice that could command an army echoed from the rift, "Bring forth the sacrifice."

"That's doesn't sound good." Dante rubbed his teeth with his tongue.

They finally made it to the small basin that was its staging ground. Demons known as Shades gather here in earnest, waiting.

"Run while you can, warn them!"

"We have an Intruder. Kill him, now."

Dante's Necklace began to glow its piercing red color as the shadows returned. Lucifel then noticed that the Shade began to notice this odd action of the mind and hiss and grunted to themselves about the being near them.

"Compassion, love. Do don't belong. Kill them!"

And like people who argue in the parking lot it began to spread like a contagion. Dante turned around after Lucifel tapped on his shoulder. A big hulking demon of Pride trotted his way through the path the shades made. "I knew that we are going to get some action soon, while me anyway." Dante remarked full well knowing his friend doesn't lean a hand in any he gets involved he'll be nothing more than a spectator he says.

". . . This isn't sealed but it is closed . . . or be it temporally. I believe with the power of the mark it can be opened – and sealed properly and safely, however opening the rift may attract attention from the other side."

"That means demons, stand ready!"

"We should hit the dirt when we jump through." Lucifel offered the suggestion to Dante even though they have no single clue what awaits them- at all.

In a world outside the Fade a local militia and those that were sent by the chantry took up positions around the crystallized gateway that hovered in the air with magical chains anchoring the link it has with the Breach.

A man readied himself for more agonizing pains that the Mark continues to draw his life away by each pulse like a lethal birth of a child. The ancient power struck directly causing a flash crackle and whisper. The rift open, on the other side the nephilim and the archangel immediately leap through and felt they bodies felt like being yielded until their atoms showed. Heartbeat one per second and bones becoming hollow as the two tumbled through darkness of this mini event horizon. A sudden shock hit him and he grabbed his chest if not his heart that seem to be beat so bad he scream in the void, the barren emptiness between the worlds.

Through he felt the cry of a mighty woman feeling the pains of being in labor

And just like pitch black slide out at Sea World the two were zapped out of the rift along with that Pride demon. The world was hazy and a spinning like it was on a needle - on top of his head. Dante rolled over on his back and was on his feet before the arrows were loosed on the big demon.

"NOW!" Cassandra shouted. On cue the archers fired their arrows which did had little effect as a protective aura shielded it from harm. Dante has seen this before with the hunter demon on Earth and Kat threw a flaming cocktail with magical properties to take down the demon's invulnerability.

"We must strip its defenses, wear it down." The shield warrior directed the forces as soldiers in front, mages in middle and archers in back and high elevations focused to kill the creature in order to close the rift. Dante notice Lucifel has taken a seat on a fallen column watching the battle unfold, but he was not going to let these people kill this demon before he does. Switching to his demonic gauntletsEryx made his way leaping over soldiers that were knockback by the demon's slashes dodging large rocks being kicked up and leaped delivering a molten punch square to the face.

Lucifel was watching this young man, a mage, shoot off blasts ice from his staff before think looking at the rift and stretching forth his hand and charging it up before it exploded a blast the caused the demon to fall to one knee weakened. Lucifel leaned forward with interest as the battle seem to be momentarily on equal footing.

Electric power of the storm sparked from Prides hand and whipped the tiny enemies left and right. Dante felt his teeth sting to the root when the lightning whip struck him sending to the ground skidding to a halted until he was stopped by a male dwarf with light orange or red hair with a rapid-firing – crossbow?

"Well you're new" he said as he watched the white hair young man got back on his feet.

"Yeah, well I having to get back up from the ground is starting getting old." Dante responded

"I hear that – LOOKOUT!"

The two dodge to the side as the pride demon fired a charge orb of lightning at them bursting in a discharge of electricity and debris falling on their heads.

"More of them coming through!" the bald elf warned.

"I got this you people just handle the big guy there."

"Who are you?" a hooded red-head archer shouted.

"I'm the – Does it matter!?" Dante shouted back as he switched to his trusty Rebellion and charge to the shades. First slash he gave and it ding on their armor before he swung one two three before sucker-punching it to the helmet with a sharp horn in it. Dante grabbed its arm jerking to stab a nearby shade in the chest before shoot a couple of shots at the two behind and kicking one to line it up with the other and decapitated the shish-kabob demons. Five more behind him and fired ebony and ivory before leaping above them and showering them with bullets and cruching them with his arbiter axe that send two of them in the air. Dante grab them with Ophion before slammed the two on the ground bursting them in a spray a dark blood.

The rift restored Pride shield but the force mange to get its limit before death. It was time to claim his trophy. The mage with the glowing hand shot another blast and brought down Pride shield as before – but wide eyed to see a sword speared in the head by the man that came out of the rift.

Dante punched the demon in the head was solid enough to cause it to use it defensive lightning to electrify the man on it head, but that was foreseen. Dante absorbed in time to catch charged up and send back out more powerful than before. The demon whimper in pain as the sword in it head was leaned forward as the man swung in the air before impacting it with Eryx pile driving force. Now it is time to deliver the Blow of Grace. Dante assaulted the head of the Pride demon with strikes from his sword and curses that it deserved before sticking it into the spine and final ripping the blade out with the head turning in the air and rolling of the ground.

"Now close the rift quickly."

The mage stretched forth his hand and fire it directly into the core. His face gritted hard as the power tugged at his life-force. The elf mage watched praying for his plan, a plan as risky as the mage who was the center of it along with the means to their salvation.

With the power of the mark spearing it up to the Breach in the sky sealing it like with the thunder of the Maker's hammer on a coffin. Those in Haven who saw this phenomenon stumbled as a mighty wind rushed over them.

Dante the dust settled Dante knelt beside the unconscious Mage with his glowing hand sparking a little before it shushed. Dante looked up at Lucifel walked up and shook his head. Dante mirrored it in agreement. It is one thing like object like the blade Yamato to open or close postal that would allow demons to come forth. But a person with this mark on him that will allow him to open and close such gateways at will this required their upmost attention. Something was going on in this world they have to find out what's going on. Dante dismissed his sword and picked up the mage and tossing him over his shoulder and walked to the group who turned to see him and the prisoner.

"Drop the prisoner, NOW!" The tough woman it short black braided hair warned with the sword pointed at him while everyone else looked at this stranger.

"You think that blade will stop me from killing you?" Dante retorted with a chuckle.

"Is that supposed to mean you not in demon in disguise?" she question again.

Dante was silent and Lucifel just gave a look that meant Dante must do what must be done. Lie.

"I'm just saying I could toss him in the air and knock all you out and still catch your prisoner-" Dante choked on his next words when the red headed archer fire a arrow at his throat and caused him to dropped the prisoner. The soldiers quickly rushed to pick him when a sword crossed their path. Dante stood up and pulled the arrow out matching the way the head went in as he restrained from moving his throat muscles to not bring more pain. The arrow head slipped out with blood coating it with a ruby string from the wound before it closed up due to the Nephilim's healing factor. "- and you'll would have accomplished nothing."

Everyone was shocked at what happen and were surprised when he stretched forth his hand with the Nightingale's arrow.

"You can have this back if you want." Dante said politely, which she did. She was shaken but not disturbed.

"How did you do that?" the dwarf asked.

"Magic." Dante lied.

"Then are you a mage?" the bald elf inquired.

"Yes and no." Dante responded with a half-in-half

"How did you come to be leaping out of the Rift?" The Nightingale finally asked.

"Hunting demons in their natural habitats, Career choice you know. If you're going to play twenty questions with me without tending to your 'prisoner' be my guest. Otherwise shall we?" Dante pointed out to the man who was unconscious.

The woman gave a thoughtful judging look before sheathing her sword. "Your right, come let's get him back to Haven quickly."

She doesn't trust him. Then again she never trust anyone easily.

"Lead the way." Dante said before rolling his eyes in annoyance while snatching the mage from the soldiers and hoisting him onto his shoulder again.

From the warm of the ruins of the Temple of Sacred Ashes to the frozen ice and snow of the Frostbacks Dante took in the sights of the mountain path. Trudging through deep snow he was followed the shield woman to their base. The journey was getting boring, so boring.

"So, what's your name?" the dwarf asked nicely.

There came no answer even the young man turned and narrowed his eyes to the dwarf in suspicion.

"The name is Varric, rogue, storyteller, and your name is –"

Dante raised an eyebrow when Varric gave him a look that would probably lead to him punching him out. "My name is Dante. Happy?" the nephilim responded monotonously.

"You're not a talker?"

"Only when I am being interrogated."

"Oh you don't have to worry about that from me – just Cassandra."

"Who?"

Varric pointed over to the woman leading the way.

"Oh, you mean the bull-dike with the stick up her ass." Dante spoke up loud to make sure she her him.

Varric nearly fell in the snow with laughter.

"She's . . . she's the one who interrogated the prisoner here."

"So he is not here because of jury duty?"

Varric study the prisoners attair."Well judging by the outfit our friend with glowing hand he maybe a mercenary."

Dante looked at the prisoner's dangling hand with the Mark. "That mark would have killed 'em."

"Which is why I kept him stable when he slept in the prison, amazing that we ourselves survived this." The bald elf mage suddenly join in the conversation.

"And you . . . are?" Dante forced out when he stepped through a snow that covered a small depression in the path causing him to stumble a bit.

"I am Solas. I am intrigued to see you came out of the Rift like the prisoner here."

"He . . . stepped out of the Rift?" Dante said with disbelief on his face but looked where Lucifel, hidden from all except for him alone, was walking who gave a shrug.

We have to watch this man, carefully.

"Chancellor Roderick will munch your armored ass when you give your report, Seeker." Varric jabbed at Cassandra.

"I have no doubt he will Varric." Cassandra huffed out as they approached the fortification know as Haven.

As they matched across the frozen lake he was concerned that if they really should. He could look down as he walked to see what looked like fish frozen in the ice along what appeared to be a shadowy form of a man encased in bitter silence.

A look out gave the cue to open the gate to see their forces return. They entered in and Dante saw the place had tents on the outer circle, houses on the middle circle, and sitting at the core of it was a chapel of weathered stone. Dante noticed the people lining edges cheering and giving thanks like 'Maker be praised' and bowing in Dante's direction.

"Why are they thanking me?" Dante asked Solas.

"They're not they are thanking him." Solas gestured to the prisoner. "So many thought he destroyed the Temple of Sacred Ashes, bringing about the Breach in the sky, the death of Divine Justinia."

"Who is . . . was Divine Justinia?" Dante said correcting for past tense.

"She was our Divine leader of all who followed Andraste – as Andrastians."

"That sounds familiar." Dante looked up at Lucifel we stood up on the head of one of the dog statues guarding the steps to the middle ring of Haven.

"Here" Cassandra motioned Dante into a house to the left. Door open to a cozy cabin interior with a warm hearth, stone floor, picture of people that seemed like nobility, and beds with blue comforters with gold reliefs. Dante set him on the bed to the left carefully not to disturb him.

"His breathing returned normal." Dante commented as he walked to the fireplace.

"I will have healers come and take a look at him."

"Do you mind if I watch over him until he wakes."

Cassandra nodded. "Of course but we have people who can-"

"If you don't mind this is important to me."

She turned stepping out and closing the door behind her. Dante saw Lucifel was behind the door waiting until he was satisfied before walking to the bed where the mage slept.

"Ok she gone and there is no one in earshot of this building but I wouldn't chance it." Lucifel said.

"A Human, a mage, with the power to open a portal to have demons march in is amazing – we should kill him." Dante offered.

"I somewhat agree with you that he is too dangerous to stay alive."The Archangel said.

"But . . . ?" Dante turned to Lucifel knowing that there is more he had on his mind.

"He has not done any harm that would give us cause."

"But he has the power to do this." Dante retorted

"No the mark in his hand does, not him officially." Lucifel countered.

"But he can use it to open and close Rifts at will." Dante pointed out.

"And the Mark was killing him when that Breach was open."Lucifel returned with his iron logic.

Dante huffed and walked around bit thinking. This is new but it is a difficult choice to make.

"Do you think he was tampered with?" Dante asked.

"It is highly possible. When we go to different worlds to have an escapade in the past we encounter people who have been born with powers, inherited it or were augmented, corrupted, or cursed by an outside party directly or indirectly. The only options sensible we can do are waiting and see where this takes him and us." Lucifel concluded with sense from his famous iron logic.

"Alright But if he makes a bad move – SAS! – I'm there a gun to his head."

"Someone's coming – ACT NATURAL!"Lucifel silently shouted upon sensing the healer's approach.

The door open and the cranky looking middle-aged healer entered in to find the patient sleeping on the bed and another man sitting in the chair across the room with a black cat snuggled up in a loaf near him on the table. After a ten two twenty minutes the he was finished with the examination. "He will live he just needs bed rest for a few days is all. I'll deliver my report soon."

He then turned and left for the door when he suddenly stopped and turned to the man sitting eating a green pear. "Excuse me, are you the patient's family?" he asked with curiosity.

Dante shook his head. "No… why?" he asked.

"Oh two look somewhat alike. White hair and face features and all. . ."

The door closed Dante rose to his feet and walked over to get a better look and want he meant. The mage had ash-snow white hair with skin tone that was similar to his along with nose and high cheek bones that was very odd.

"This guy could be you son." Lucifel commented while munching on an apple.

Dante just shrugged, "Who knows?"

"God does. I can ask him for you once I find a signal around."

"I… I appreciate that, Lucifel, but let's leave that possibility a wondrous mystery. Savvy?"

"Well If you say so."Lucifel shrugged

THREE DAYS LATER . . .

After being unconscious for so long with breathing being the only signs of him being alive the mage open his eyes slowly. The room he was in one of the cabins in Haven. He turned to see and big black dog – or most likely a wolf – sleeping in front of the fireplace while a black cat snoozed at the foot of his bed. The door open and he saw a young elven girl, one of the servants at Haven, enter with an arm full of firewood and a box.

"Oh"

She dropped the items she was carrying which the clatter caused the cat to jerk it's head around to the girl and the wolf to leap on its feet and shift back to the youth said to be watching over the survivor as he recovered.

"I didn't know you were awake, I swear!" she declared.

"Don't worry I was just-"The mage tried to reassure her she was not in danger in anyway. But it failed.

She fell to her knees and bowed herself to the earth. "I beg for your forgiveness and your blessing. I am but a humble servant."Dante raised a brow to see the elf tremble. Scared, cold, and thin as a twig. Was she pleading forgiveness that she disturbed the patient's rest, or the fact she walked into a room with two strange powerful mages – one of which was not wearing a shirt.

Dante walked over to the table to drink the last of the wine from the bottle. The servant noticed with widened eyes the wine was dripping and running down his strong hairless chest.

"They say you saved us. The Breach stopped spreading just like the mark on your hand."

The mage looked down at the mark within his hand sparking and glowing upon his face. "It's all anyone has talked about for the last three days." She added.

"Then it's over." The mage sighed with relief.

"The Breach is still in the sky. I'm sure Lady Cassandra would like to speak to you right away." She said rising to her feet and backing slowly to the door.

Dante could smell her fear. He knew good and well people will fear anything of the unknown. But if they had the courage to ask, to understand, the fear will be quelled. The elf girl didn't have the courage. Not yet.

"And where is she?" the mage asked with a slight flirty tone.

"She is in the great hall speaking with the Lord Chancellor. At once she said." And like that the Elf servant turned and bolted out through the door.

"Hmm, I guess no cute elf girl to watch us as we sleep huh." Dante spoke stretching the stiffness out of him before tossing a on a light cotton long sleeve shirt and stepped out of to allow the prisoner to change back into his previous attire.

The prisoner opened the door to find the youth waiting studying a rock from the snow. "I take it you're here to put me in chains." He inquired.

The white haired youth looked from the corner of his eye and gave a wolfish grin. "No. but if you give me a reason and I'll drag you up there with a dog muzzle. I just brought you back here from area of the Breach; whatever people may think you did I intend to see you arrive there, on time." Dante responded tossing the rock to the side as he as he stood.

"So you're an escort?" the prisoner inquired again.

"An escort to your execution you mean? Maybe, a lot of people want you head, you know. I never said you arrive in one piece, maybe pieces but never a whole piece." Dante chirped.

"Dante, behave." Lucifel spoke in a tone that was amused with a side of 'shut it' in his glare.

Dante and the prisoner noticed that there was a well armored soldier bowing his head with his fist over his heart in respect. Another with a small brigade gave the same salute. This sight was comforting to see this rather than swords pointing at them when they arrived at different times. They reached the Great Hall to see a nun bow her head welcoming the guests, including the prisoner - touched from on high. The door opened to a church like hall with torches, candles lining the walls and figures of a tall man and woman embracing each other in an enduring love. The side doors were open showing no one was in there except for the middle door at the halls far end under a sunburst banner. They suddenly halted when they heard voices from within and neared close to the door for a better listen.

"Have you gone completely mad? He should be taken to Val Royeauximmediately, to be tried by whoever becomes Divine."

"I don't believe he is guilty."

"The prisoner failed, Seeker. The Breach is still in the sky. For all you know, he intended it that way."

"I don't believe that."

"That is not for you to decide. Your duty is to serve the Chantry."

"My duty is to serve the principles on which the Chantry was founded, Chancellor, as is yours."

The prisoner waited a few seconds before entering in to not give the impression of eavesdropping. Dante saw the dark haired warrior, the mauve hooded archer and a late middle aged man dressed in a white red embellish robes with a black decorative cap with a five' o'clock shadow and a small wrinkles on his face. A large table with documents and tankard were clear to the side for an open space.

"Chain them. I want them prepared for travel to the capital for trial." The Chancellor ordered.

"Disregard that and leave us."

The Templers saluted and left. Dante thought they armor was spiffy and wanted a set of it. Dante turned back around for he needed answers starting with: "You told this bible thumping lunatic about me?" The Nephilim exclaimed.

"She had to; not telling him would be bad on us if he were to discover you another way." The Archer responded first.

"Oh well tell me chatterbox of the mountain cold – should that reassure me? Did you say that I'm with HIM?"

"Your action up to this point begs to differ. You came out of the Rift similarly to how the prisoner did. You fought against the demons that came out of the Breach and brought him back here on your shoulders to be healed. You're like him care for the outcome of the other. It's possibility you destinations were planned but not the outcome you hoped for, which is why you weren't in a cell with him." Cassandra answered honestly.

"You walk a dangerous line, Seeker." Chancellor Roderick warned.

"The Breach is stable but it is still a threat. I will next ignore it." Cassandra said looking the Chancellor in the eye.

The prisoner step up to the table after hearing it is not over. "Let me guess you need my help." He said with an annoyed attitude.

"You have done plenty. Your actions will be taken into account by the new Divine." The Chancellor retorted.

"Have a care, Chancellor, the Breach is not the only threat we face."

"Someone was behind the explosion at the Conclave. Someone Most Holy did not expect." The archer join in the casting a glare of suspicion on the good Chancellor. "Perhaps they died with the others – or have allies who yet live."

"'I am a suspect?" the Chancellor exclaimed in disbelief.

"You and many others."Leliana

"But not the prisoner."

"I heard the voices in the temple. The Divine called to him for help." Cassandra defended the prisoner with what she herself heard with her own ears.

"So his survival, that thing on his hand – all a coincidence?" the Chancellor retorted to this absurdity.

"Providence. The Maker sent him to us in our darkest hour."

"Oh shit, do you believe this crap?" Dante groaned out loud causing everyone to look at him due to the strange remark.

"No I don't believe-"the prisoner responded

"I was taking to myself." Dante rolled his eyes.

The prisoner turned back to argue against this claim."You realize I'm a mage."

Dante and Lucifel looked at Cassandra with a question glare.

Cassandra slightly disapproves of his response but tried to clarify "I have not forgotten. No matter what you are or what you believe you are exactly what we needed when we need it." Cassandra then turned to a table with candles lit on it.

"This is starting to sound like a movie made by FOX network." Lucifel whisper with Dante nodding in agreement.

"The Breach remains and your mark is still our only hope of closing it." The archer added.

"This is not for you to decide." Chancellor exclaimed again, to him this was getting ridiculous.

Cassandra came back and slammed a big thick book on the war table catch everyone attraction.

Apparently neither is it his. The Archangel thought to himself.

Cassandra looked the Chancellor dead in the eye again while pointing to the book before him. "You KNOW what this is, Chancellor. A writ from the Divine: granting us the authority to act. As of this moment I declare the Inquisition reborn." Cassandra then wish to make it clear to the Chancellor, like a sergeant to a smart mouthed recruit, causing him to backup as she approached, "We will close the Breach we find those responsible and we will restore order WITH or WITHOUT your approval."

Chancellor Roderick cast a glance at the prisoner then back at Cassandra before exiting the room in silence. Cassandra exhaled her exhaustion of this argument wandering a bit rubbing the back of her head thanking the Maker for the strength to stand up to that mouth of a man. But she won after a long time of them butting heads like two rams. Dante walked over to the other side of the long table while the other three were at the other end.

"This is the Divine's directive rebuild the Inquisition of old find those who will stand against the chaos. We aren't ready. We haven't no leader, no numbers and now no Chantry support."

But we have no choice. We must act now with you two at our side."

Dante leaned on the table. "What is 'the Inquisition of old' exactly." he inquired curiously.

"It preceded the Chantry. People who banded together to restore order in a world gone mad." The archer explained.

"After, they laid down their banner and formed the Templar Order. But the Templar's have lost their way. We need those who can do what must be done under a single banner once more." Cassandra explained further.

"But aren't you still part of the Chantry?" the prisoner asked cautiously.

Cassandra chuckled at the inquiry, "Is that what you see?"

"The Chantry will take time to find a new Divine, then it will wait for her direction." The archer explained.

"But we cannot wait. So many Grand Clerics died at the Conclave. No we are on our own, perhaps forever." Cassandra concluded.

"You're trying to start a holy war." The prisoner objected.

"We are already at war. You two are already involved and its 'mark' is upon you. As to whether the war is 'holy' . . . that depends on what we discover."

The Prisoner turned to Dante who gave a look that echoed the question to ask next, "What if we refuse?"

"You can go if you wish." The archer replied simply.

"You should know while some believe you are chosen many still think you are guilty. The Inquisition can only protect you if you are with us." Cassandra logically warned.

"We can also help you." the archer said to the both of the men.

"It will not be easy if you stay." But you cannot pretend this has not changed you."

The Prisoner thought for a good long minute before turning to the young man at the other end of the table for a say in this Dante blinked then turned to the Archangel to the right of him for guidance, although they thought he was looking into the space to ponder the issue.

"Joining this army to stop the chaos from spreading everywhere; that sounds like something I would do." Dante spoke to the archangel via the mental link they shared for discretion.

"Indeed. We need to know how these events happen, what to do about it and him, and do it. But if someone did cause an explosion which opened the Breach allowing demons to march in this world . . . then you a 'Demonhunter' have a task ahead you. With me as tag a long of course. The Prisoner may have been 'chosen' but he is not the enemy, not yet."

"And when he is . . . we will do what we do best."

Despite all rational thought and for reason oblivious to all except for himself Dante stood up straight and gave the nod of his approval.

"We'll see how this goes." The prisoner asked.

"That is all we ask." Leliana said.

The two young men headed for the door when Cassandra offered one more thing. "Help us fix this before it's too late." She offered along with her hand stretched out in friendship.

Trust, it was a start for the two even if she didn't trust them.

The Prisoner and Dante along with the archangel shook the Seeker's hand. Even without her gauntlet the strength she had could crush a frog to pulp. Cassandra gave a small smile a sign of accomplishment.

It was time to begin.

As the candles lights dimmed followed by the rise of the morning Cassandra, the spymaster, and their new advisors plus a snooping archangel all reading the late Divine's directive. Here written as if she was speaking to them; in love to combat hate and intolerance of their world, Order to stand against this anarchy. To bring justice for the innocent, and to the guiltyalike they must do what must be done.

The Spymaster left first going out of the halls doors sending two from messenger crows. These birds of prey were trained for bring the messages of peace as the flown past the banners flowing in the mountain air. Varric the dwarf saw their departure and stopped while other walking around him. He took this as a sign of good to come from a bad beginning. As Dante went on a nature walk in the snow he saw the birds fly over together before splitting off to their destinations, one to the Mages and the other to the Templars.

The commander nailed their propaganda tor joining the Inquisition reborn. Many gathered to read this and Chancellor Roderick was among those in the crowd. His face showed a temperance that masked his worry, not for what has transpired, but simply for what is to come. He turned and left to get away from all this.

Cassandra inspected their progress so far; sparks jumped and sparkled in the air as the troops trained with weapons of all sorts. The makeshift forges rang as the hammers made armor and arms for their small army. Brothers and sisters in arms saluted the Seeker as she passed by up the steps to where the advisors stood behind the freed survivor and Dante, both outfitted in simple gear and staves of a Mage.

The new Inquisition's banner was unfurled show the golden sunburst with the red sword in the middle. Satisfied with the results so far but this sapling needs to grow and expanded before it is a mighty full tree. The Breach glowed green through the swirling clouds – their task is ahead.

So as it was so shall it be forever as a law in creation, set before the foundation of the world: What starts with chaos must always end in order and peace, always.

DMC DRAGON MAY CRY: INQUISITION

The phone began to ring and the archangel took it out in surprised

"Wow. I'm good getting a signal being right here, even with that thing up there. Maybe you guys are like an amp for the signal." Lucifel joked.

Dante smirked while rolling his eyes as Cassandra addressed their forces and people of Haven.

Author's note.

AHHA! I did it again. I'm the first post to a legit Devil May Cry and Dragon Age Inquisition crossover
FanFiction before anyone else. No offence to anyone.

When I played Dragon Age Inquisition for the first time as a male human I noticed that I can make my character look like Dante from DmC Devil May Cry. Or at least when his hair permanently changed to white after sparing Vergil. I guess you all figure that out yourselves huh?

Anywho, Dragon Age Inquisition's lore and story seems to tackle issues in our world the good the bad and the ugly. And I'm going to give my point of views in everything Dragon Age Inquisition has.

From politics, faith, myth, belief, unity, duty, destiny, uniqueness, family, friends, acquaintances, enemies, war, peace, love and hate, tolerance and intolerance, Relationships of who those who are Straight and Gay, terrorism, charity and greed, what is necessary and what is not, Light and Darkness, and finally the issue of who really is good and how really is evil.

I like movies books ideals and games that tackle these issues rather than just avoiding a touchy subject. If you to read this story – HOORAY! – if not then I completely understand.

Dragon Age Inquisition is not a story for the faint of heart or those seeking redemption for past deeds.

Then again our redemption was paid for on the cross so I am not asking and neither should you.

Because IT'S A LONG WAY TO THE TOP IF YOU WANT TO ROCK AND ROLL!

Until the next chapter – Peace! ;3