"Right, so, your dad was an Archdemon, see? And he was leading a whole bunch of mean and nasty demon-people across the land to burn and pillage and just generally look all undead-y and stuff, which is annoying for me, because if every human, elf, dwarf and weird half-giant thing that Sten was is dead, what am I going to spend all the cash I stole from them on? And who'm I going to torment with my Perfect Storm spell combo? And Alistair, Morrigan and myself going to make fun of? So I had to kill him. Now, normally, I'd be worried about telling you this, because there are seven of you, you're all big scaly archdemon thingies, and if I'm not mistaken, there's a horde of darkspawn chilling outside waiting for me to bring my gentleman's regions within slicing distance. However, and here's the kicker, I'm already dead - it's kinda par for the course with the whole "killing an archdemon" gig - so I'm pretty much untouchable. Now, I'll just get down to this "haunting" business, shall I? WoooOOOOooOOOoooOOOOOOOooooOO! Annoyed yet? Ah, no worries, we have eternity... WoooOOoooOOOOooOOOooOOOooooOOOO!"