He was not a perfect or an innocent man - he was an experienced war general with a hunger for glorious battles. Yet this did not make him a bad man, as he was not defined by his battles - though he was known by them they were a mere aspect of him.

For he was a kind and loving husband to you. A proud and friendly general to his men. Caring and gentle companion of Leonard. He was also deeply cared for by his family and an admirer of the great Godfrey.

He had long ago promised to love and cherish you for the rest of his life - which was a promise not made lightly, as a demigod he would likely live a life much longer than you.

"Will you love me for the rest of my life?" You had asked.

"No. But I'll love you for the rest of mine." He smiled sorrowfully.

Your mortality was something you both had to come to terms with, no matter how much it hurt. Perhaps it was the knowledge of your days being limited that made them that much more special...

He made sure you had life where you longed for nothing as he gave you everything, with only your love and commitment as his only wish. Though he would never have to worry about that - for your heart only picked up it's pace for him.

You had once told him however cornily that you loved him as much as there were stars in the sky - stars which he concurred. He smiled as he replied with promising to keep the stars and your love always with him. And he did.

"Don't leave me!" You shout to Diallos as you ran after him as fast as your little legs could carry you. You were trying to hide before Juno stopped counting to 50! Such a big number - even for him.

"Keep up!" He whisper-shouted back to you. His small hand reaching to hold yours so you wouldn't get separated. You giggled as you ran away hand in hand.

Such sweet memories of times long past, more innocent times. You were mere children then with your whole lives ahead of you... Always inseparable, well you and Diallos' anyway. As Juno was quite a bit older and left to become a warrior as soon as he was able.

You and Diallos remained together even as you travelled to the Lands Between - there you needed each other more than ever. Neither of you sought after the guidance of grace and thus lost it. Instead choosing to see what your destinies would entail. But things would not go as you planned...

"Don't leave me!" You sobbed as you held his blood covered body. Your hands shook as you brushed his messy brown curls away from his beautiful eyes.

His eyes were clouded as he stared at you, "I'm glad... I was able t-to keep you safe..." He managed to rasp out from his dry throat. Your heart broke as you couldn't say the same, and due to it you would lose him...

Poor Jar Brain stood motionless beside you - not knowing how to comfort you or what to say in general. But he too was distraught to lose Diallos and from the deaths of the other Jars.

Diallos' cold fingers brushed your cheek gently as hot tears ran down them. He was able to give you one last weak smile as the light faded from his eyes. You laid one last kiss upon his pale forehead as you whispered good-bye to him.

You stared at the stone over his fresh grave, you kneeled down and laid your hand over the harsh stone. You closed your eyes - silently promising him you would find Juno and together you would hunt down those who caused his death.

After defeating her sisters you found Millicent laying on the soft dirt ground - her features were painted with agony as her body shook from the pain she was experiencing. Her body was positioned in a fetal way while sitting, seeking any comfort she could find. Her pale and sweat covered face turned upwards to your worry filled face.

"Thank you for lending your hand. Without your help, I could not have defeated that quartet." She breathed deeply as her voice slightly shook. "With your help, I was able to live as my own person, if only in passing."

"But this is where things end." Your whole body froze as your blood ran cold from her words. "I pause to even tell you, but... I took out the needle myself. Tell whoever put you up to this - that if I am to flower into something other than myself... I would rather rot into nothingness as I am."

You were left utterly speechless as burning tears gathered in your eyes. After everything you had gone through together, everything you had done to help her heal and live her life... You would still lose her? Your hands balled into fists as you shook from anger - anger towards this cursed world you lived in. You looked into her once brightly shining golden eyes pleading for her to not do this!

"Please, let me pass alone. The scarlet rot writhes now, worse than ever. Soon, I won't be more than a mound of flesh. Curse-laden. Untouchable. I wouldn't want such a thing to bring you harm." Your ached or perhaps even heart broke from her words, for she wished to be alone within her final hours - if only to spare you from her curse...

You were conflicted on honouring her wishes and staying by her side to comfort her as she passed... You never thought you would have to make a choice as difficult as this. In the end and with a heavy heart you said your goodbyes - leaving her to pass alone. Tears only falling down your cheeks after your back was turned towards her, you wished for her to remember you smiling rather than crying. She always did love your smile...

You stared mindlessly into the lit once lost site of grace before you, the golden grace danced around ever so slightly as your eyes lazily followed it's movements. The only sound you could hear was the water flowing behind you from the drainage chanel - surprisingly not smelling like dung. Rays of sunlight began lighting your surroundings as the morning finally arrived after what felt like an eternity.

Yet you were unable to move, or do anything other than blink and move your eyes. You were terrified of letting a single thought cross your mind - as that could bring you back to reality. The cruel world where poor Millicent was gone...

You didn't even realise you had begun crying until a helpless sob escaped your rather dry mouth. You stood up abruptly - no longer able to sit in waiting. You needed to see her. You hastily made your way back to where you had left her yesterday... and there she laid on her side, still clutching onto her golden prosthetic arm you had given her as scarlet rot oozed from her body.

You fell on to your knees as they met the damp earth beneath you, staining any clothing you happened to be wearing. You couldn't care less - nor could you feel it with the amount of numbness and pain you were feeling at the same time. Your body rocked back and forth as you cried in utter agony. Even if it was her wish you couldn't believe you left her alone, after all you've been through together...

Even if you didn't know each other for long, there was a bond and a mutual affection you felt for each other - no matter if it was romantic or platonic. If only you had more time... There was so much you still had yet to learn about her and vise versa. So much you still wished to do together... The world was cruel, as it always took the best one's first.

Something in her hand caught your tear filled eyes. With closer inspection it was the golden needle you had given to her by her father's request... The same one that had cured her, and the same one that she had taken out for all of this to happen... It was delicate and beautiful, made of unalloyed gold by Miquella himself.

It reminded you that you should likely tell her father of her death... But first you wished to bury her body as it wasn't turning into ashes and returning to the Erdtree. You would be able to mourn her properly after laying her body to rest - and where better than the beautiful Haligtree?

Note; Miquella is an adult, but cursed to be physically forever young - this fic is not going to sexualize him in any way! Still, if the concept makes you uncomfortable please skip!

Your whole body shivered in the snow, the winds harsh bite shook you to your core. Your teary eyes stared into the golden irises before you - his gaze so kind and warm. He had come to you like he had come to many, when you were at your lowest. Turned away and discarded by everyone else...

Not him. You had travelled far across the Lands Between to reach his sacred Haligtree - the promised land to people such as you. Yet the long journey almost claimed your life, the frozen lands were foreign to you and your body was unused to such conditions.

He crouched down in the snow before you, reaching eye level and making it seem as if you were equals... Behind him stood a tall woman with vibrant red hair, which swayed beautifully in the wind. Her stance was stiff as she stood on guard, her golden winged helmet pointed downwards as she gazed at you wearily.

Miquella held his small hand towards you, his cape flowing around wildy from the strong wind as he waited for yours, which you provided. His pale hand was incredibly soft and pleasantly warm against your freezing hand. You wondered how he remained so warm and comfortable...

He provided you a cape of your own to shield you from frostbite. Your worn out body was placed on a large grey wolf which carried you the rest of the way to Ordina, Liturgical Town. From there you would take a portal to reach Miquella's Haligtree - you could hardly believe it to be true...

The woman - Malenia, would carry you from there on as your feet were too swollen and worn for you to walk through the large tree. At first you felt awkward and embarrassed for this, but your attention was quickly brought to the gorgeous Haligtree and the view from the branches.

It wasn't golden or as large as the Erdtree, but this made it ever more beautiful. It was a reflection of Miquella himself - only held back by his curse and his lack of godhood. It's beauty matched the care he provided by nurturing it himself.

Much like how he nurtured you back to healt - which mostly required for you to rest. You had no idea why he did it personally, as he had many capable healers. You doubted he did this to everyone he helpped, so what made you special? You wondered.

Truthfully? He wasn't sure himself... Something about you just spoke to him. Maybe the way you looked at him with your big teary doe eyes? Perhaps it was that he felt a bond was formed between you from the simple touch of your hands that night?

After your full recovery he took you on a tour of his Haligtree - your new home. A place you could finally belong to... It was just the two of you, so the tour turned into a walk together where you talked about anything and everything on your minds. You learned a lot about each other but kept longing for more.

His form was quite decieving, as he was far from the child he resembled. He was intelligent and wise beyond his years, yet humble and easy to talk to. His presence was comforting and comfortable to be around - even if his title of "demigod" and "empyrean" were rather intimidating. He just felt like a normal man when with you.

After a while of reflecting and soul searching, he made his feelings clear and asked to court you. He openly told you of his intentions of eventually marrying you. You were bewildered and kept asking him if he was sure or serious - which he was. You, of course, accepted. He gave you an engagement ring made of unalloyed gold, it's desing modelled after your preferences.

He told you of his plans to grow into godhood by slumbering inside the Haligtree, his goal was to purge his dear sister Malenia and himself of their curses. You promised to stay by his side and wait for him to awaken, no matter how long it would take.

He married you before his slumber. He didn't wish to make you wait any longer, as neither of you knew how long it would take for him to reach godhood. The ring was everything you had hoped for - even more beautiful than your engagement one and made of pure unalloyed gold. You had a private exchange of vow's by yourselves, before saying goodbye.

Though neither of you knew it then, it was the last time you would ever see each other again... As the demigod Mohg, stole him from you. His lackeys - the Bloody Fingers held you back as he ripped Miquella out of his cocoon before they dealt a fatal blow to you, their knife sank through your chest.

They left you bleeding out slowly as you watched them carry away your beloved husband... Your fading vision turned to look at the Haligtree, it's roots shape resembling his features. I'm sorry, Malenia. You thought as tears ran down your cheeks. You hoped she would save him as your body went limp and your breathing finally stilled.

Notes; Rennala & Astrologer!Reader (platonic)

You had grown up watching and learning of the stars which once told fate - but it was always the moon that called out to you. You watched it longingly during long nights when sleep escaped you, wishing for it's cold embrace...

It was something to be ashamed of in your family, as they and everyone you knew were proud astrologers. Yours in particular were long descendants of the Carian royal family from the Lands Between, your long lost place of origin.

Proud of the royal blood, yet they refused to accept the stars were concurred and no longer told the fate. Even the Carian royal family moved forward, studying glintstone magic and full moon sorcery. Even after they lost the golden grace and were banished to live beyond the fog...

Funnily enough, you were the one to be graced by the golden grace and fated to return to the Lands Between. It was much different from the stories the generations of your family told. So much more grander - yet in chaos and ruin.

You chose not to follow the path of gold - the path of the Elden Lord, for you would follow the moon. It lead you to Raya Lucaria Academy, the school of glintstone sorcery. The place where you met the head of the academy - Rennala, Queen of the Full Moon.

At first the students surrounding her attacked you as they were protecting her, but you managed to show them - and the Queen that you were no threat. Rennala floated down, still cradling the amber egg she held in her arms. She wasn't quite in her right mind, only asking you if you wished to be reborn...

You stayed by her side, but far enough away that she remained comfortable with your foreign presence. She didn't seem to mind that you went through her library, as you looked around exitedly for the amount of books. When you found one that cought your interest you would sit down to read it.

Rennala had likely read the same books many times over, yet she listened carefully as you read them out loud. A soft smile would grace her otherwise lifeless expression whenever you started reading. She would even fall asleep at times, for once her dreams were not plagued by her sorrows...

Once she became more comfortable with you, she told you about her daughter and how you reminded her of her. You would tell her about your origin and of your love for the moon. She could only see her little Ranni while you spoke, for she too loved the moon.

She would tell you of her pain, why she mourned and was locked away by her pupils. You held her hand as you cried together, your heart ached for her. She too was all alone in these lands, far from her family...

At least now she did not need to be alone, any longer. Fate had brought you here and the moon had guided you throughout, this was were you where meant to be and where you would remain.

After your long journey, you made it to the Giants Forge. It's lava burning peacufully at the far bottom, stray embers flew along the cold winds. You sat at the site of grace beside it, some of the warmth from the forge keeped you content.

Melina appeared next to you out of the blue mist, she kneeled down as she always did. You smiled involuntarily of her presence. "I have long observed the Lands Between. This world is in dire need of repair. And Death, indiscriminate..."

She paused, her eyes stared at you intensely as her tone turned serious. "Are you prepared... to commit a cardinal sin?"

A shiver ran down your spine from the implications. You knew her intentions were to set the Erdtree aflame - that is why you travelled here after all. So that you would gain access within the Erdtree. Her method of achieving that, you knew not and that is what scared you the most...

She trusted you to make the world and these lands a better place - going as far as willingly sacrificing herself for you and for the idea of a better world. You had travelled a long journey together, yet you still couldn't understand how or why she trusted you this much...

Your time spend together was minimal, aside from her turning your runes into strength, but you had grown to care for her. She knew it too. It was evident from the way you smiled at her, the way your eyes brightened from her appearing and your pinkish cheeks as she held your hand so gently.

She knew what she was asking of you and the consequences of it, yet she was ready - ready to fulfill her purpose. Even if you were left saddened by her loss... She had remained bodiless and purposeless for long enough.

Tears blurred your vision as your trembling hand laid on hers, for the last time. You held her hand tightly, your eyes pleading for her to reconsider - to not make you do this... But she simply smiled. Your eyes closed involuntarily as your body slumped forward, your hand fell from hers.

Melina stood up, her gaze turning to the fiery forge. It reacted to what she was about to, slowly igniting in flames with wind blowing past her dark cape. She reached out to the flames - catching them with her scarred hands.

"O Erdtree, you shall burn. Burn, for the sake of the new Lord." She held her hands up as her body was engulfed in flames. Melina turned to look at your sleeping form.

For a moment she unable to think of what to say. This was your departure after all, and she truly wished for you to know that she was content. That she was truly forever grateful, for everything you had done for her.

"Thank you. For guiding me here." She would finally fulfill her purpose... At long last.

She would truly miss you, and Torrent... But she would not change her mind, not of this. Her hand reached out to you longingly, wishing to hold yours one last time - before she stopped herself. Instead raising her hand high, towards the reddening sky.

"The one who walks alongside flame, shall one day meet the road of Destined Death." She closed her eyes, "Good-bye."

"My lambkin..." He called you, his words so sweet and soft. A tone that could be mistaken for one's lover. Yet, he felt closer to an enemy if anything.

His words were often cruel and mocking, yet he said them so sweetly. At times you wouldn't even listen to his words as his tone captivated you so.

Everything about him screamed danger and to stear clear, yet he lulled you in like a predator would a prey with his presence. The danger temted you like an addicting drug.

You had followed his instructions like the obedient lamb he called you. Hunting your fellow Tarnished with varying success, but it didn't seem to matter - as to sent you on your way for another meaningless task. This time with promise of granting you the title of "knight".

You were to soak a cloth with a maiden's blood. He - of course, didn't hesitate to dig in and remind you of your lack of a maiden. Luckily for you, any maiden would do.

It took some time, but you were successful. He stood in the same place as when you last saw him. His hands clasped together as he saw you approaching. His voice remained calm as he remarked snarkily of how long it took you.

You extended your hand and offered him your fingers, as he requested. His hold was tight - almost painful, yet you didn't pull away or resist. A part of you wanted him to hold you like this forever...

Even as the pain began and you cried out in pain, his only response being a witty remark before he let you fall onto your knees. His eyes watched your pained expression with great pleasure, it was all so arousing to him.

"Never forget that feeling of agony. For it is what binds you to Luminary Mogh, to all of us." He watches as you shakily got back on your feet. "Ha ha ha... You have the sweetest scream. My lambkin."

Your scarlet eyes stared at his mask covered face, his eyes stated back at you intensely. How those eyes suited you beautifully, he thought. A lasting mark of your loyalty to his Lord. His gloved hand traced your cheek in a sweet manner, his thumb ran over your lower lip.

You had made him very proud, and so you deserved a reward... He had promised you the love of Luminary Mohg, should you serve him well. Unfortunately, his Lord was busy slumbering beside divinity, on the verge of bringing about their dynasty.

So Varré would personally show his appreciation for your loyalty and give you the love provided by Luminary Mohg. You had earned it. And he would continue to give and share his love - should you continue to serve his Lord faithfully.

Oh moon, shining bright as the guiding light admidst the darkness you lived in. Looking closely you could almost imagine her face upon it... Loss had surely driven you mad. The world as you once knew it was gone, forever more. It would take time for the Lands Between to begin rebuilding and re-establishing order. Their new order.

Ranni had kept her promise to bring about the Age of The Stars. It was truly for the people of the Lands Between as they were finally free to rule themselves, without the influence of demigods or the Outer Gods. Such freedom had only existed briefly a millinenia ago - before the Greater Will's rule.

The path she took was dark and full of betrayal, yet it was the necessary evil only she was willing to commit. Their sacrifice on her conscious, for the greater good. You did your part in helping her - betraying the Greater Will and the Golden Order. Creating the Black Knives which were used to murdered Godwyn the Golden. It was all for a better future - a new age. To rid this world of everything that came before.

In the end you expected she would take you with her - to the skies, from where she would guide the people of the Lands Between and the lands beyond the fog. She told you she loved you and so couldn't take you with her...

You would spend the rest of your days longingly gazing at the moon, where the one you loved resided... Alone and gazing back at you. She could not have asked you to spend the eternity with her in darkness of the universe - filled with loneliness.

It was an act of love and mercy, which you would unfortunately never understand. She was strong enough to let you go - in hopes you would heal and forget her... To one day live a normal and happy life. You never would, for she was your one true love and you her's.

You hoped she was happy and content, considering all her sacrifices. Though she warned everyone what her dark path required, each one of you stood loyaly by her side till the end. And now with her leaving this world no one could challenge her - or be able to bring back the Age of The Gods.

Oh, Lunar Princess who resides at the sky... Your heart may she keep.

You were positioned on all fours, your skin tickled from the cold and damp grass beneath you. Goosebumps rose on your nude skin from the cool night air. You let out a gasp as Blaidd's warm hands found your hips, running them down to grab a handful of your backside - squeezing playfully.

His cold and wet nose came in contact with your wet folds as he sniffed you, blowing cool air through his nose caused you to shudder. He muttered something under his breath, about the way you smelled.

His tongue was unlike that of a human when it came in contact with you. It was long and could reach far into your whole - producing an incredible sensation! Your legs shook from him licking you up before plunging his tongue deep. He made you come undone in record time - in truth preparing you for his lenght.

He made sure to ask if you were well and still wished to continue, before doing anything else. With your permission he pulled down his pants just enough to free himself of his trousers.

His tip kissed your dripping lips as he waited for one final confirmation before entering you. Your folds were so warm and soft he almost lost himself! He was sure there was no better feeling in the entire world. How lucky he felt to have your trust and permission to do this.

He did his best to be gentle and patient as he slowly entered you - his size almost spitting you in half, but in the best way imaginable as he stretched you out. Once mostly in he stopped to allow you both to catch your breaths and get comfortable.

He stayed still until you begged him to move. He was barely holding back - for your sake he truly tried his best. When you looked over your shoulder and told him to not hold back - he lost it. His mind numb and void of thoughts, only those words echoing around his brain.

He did just as you asked. His pace picked up as he dove in deeper - his tip pushing against your cervix, which caused waves of pain mixed in pleasure to run through your body. You cried out Blaidd's name in pleasure, which only made him rut into you faster.

With the force of his thrust's your body slumped forward with your face meeting the soft earth beneath. Your cheek laid against the soft blades of grass, dirt rubbing onto your skin.

The immense pleasure he was feeling overwhelmed his senses, his hot breath hit your back in a delightful manner. He gripped your hips thightly as he pulled you to meet his hips - the force of it sure to leave bruises on you, yet it didn't hurt.

His thrusts got faster as he got closer - his pace becoming animalistic. Your breath was stolen from your lungs as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. He growled under his breath in the same manner you moaned in pleasure.

Your moans became high pitched as you cummed hard - your walls squeezing his lenght so tightly he growled. He rutted into you to unload his load in you. His knot locked him in place inside you, also keeping his seed from escaping.

He slumped forward - almost crushing you under his weight, before he cought himself. His body hair tickled your back. His large form covering you entirely as you laid there catching your breath.

His snout nuzzled to the back of your neck, "Are you alright?" He breathed out deeply.

"More than." You smiled.

After a while you were able to disconnect, he laid down on the ground next to you while pulling you close. He held you in his warm embrace as you slowly drifted to sleep - your body exhausted.

He stayed awake, watching your peaceful expression and staying vigilant of anyone disturbing or wishing to harm you. His protective nature making him unable to fall asleep with you in such a vulnerable state. He didn't mind - it was rare to see you like this, or have time to do so.

Excuse my poor smut writing skills 🙏

You walked through the busy streets of the capital city, Leyndell. You rarely paid a visit to the royal capital as it wasn't for people like you and the guards who were supposed to protect you only made you uncomfortable as they watched your every move...

You pulled your hood over your head more as you attempted to blend into the crowd, which you hated. The golden leaves of the Erdtree flew all around you, sticking on your clothing.

You only made the journey now to buy rare ingredients you couldn't obtain yourself, luckily you found most of them. Satisfied you began preparing to be on your way - until something caught your eye. Something inside the dark sewers...

You looked around to see if anyone was staring before you crouched down to look closer. You could see what appeared to be a small boy, only he had horns growing from his head parting his white hair. An Omen...

His golden eye stared back at you with curiosity, his head tilted to the side. He was just a child... Yet the Golden Order threw them away like nothing, trapping them in the sewers for all eternity. The most sad fact was that anyone could have an Omen child and they would ripped from them.

A peculiarity with this one was indeed his horns for they were cut off at birth, which often resulted in the childs death. Unless... They were of royal birth, in which case they were likely the child of Queen Marika. With the power she held you would have thought she would keep her child - even if hidden.

"Hello?" You carefully asked, with a calm tone to not scare them a way. You sat on your knees as you leaned down to see him better.

"Hello..." He answered back, his hands clinging tightly onto his ragged robes.

"Who are you? What is your name?" You moved onto your knees - your hands pressed against the stony road.

"Mor- Margit, the fell omen..." He said hesitantly, his gaze leaving yours as if shameful of it.

"That's quite the title for someone so young." You chuckled light-heartedly, but quickly stopped as he pursed his lips sadly.

You raised your head - surprised to see no one was paying attention to you. With all your strength you pulled the heavy sewer grate off and placed it to the side. Margit stared at you with eyes round and wide open, before asking what you were doing.

"I can't leave you there... Would you come with me?" You took off your hood - using it as rope for him to climb up. He looked at you wearily, before deciding to trust you. He grapped a hold of the make-shift rope and began climbing.

You pulled him up into your arms, cradling his cold and pale body. You used the garp to cover him, not to allert the citizens or guards. He held onto your clothing as you walked across the city to the large golden gates. His eyes darted around in amazement of the golden capital, seeing it for the first time outside of the sewers.

At the outskirts you let him down to the ground so he could walk on his own. He still held onto your hand, which you didn't mind. Margit was in utter amazement of the outside world - so bright and full of color!

He was still a child and halfway through your journey he began slowing down. You asked if he would like for you to carry him, he stared at his feet before shyly nodding his head. He held onto you as if afraid you would drop him, but eventually he was comfortable enough to snuggle into you.

You thankfully made it to your home just before dark. It wasn't much, but it would be enough for the two of you. You had grown up here and had many good memories - you hoped you would be able to provide him with the same... But perhaps you were getting ahead of yourself.

Indeed, it was there that young Morgott grew up in - with you as the motherly figure he sadly never had. But as a human you aged quite a bit faster... He was still a young man when you became bedridden and grey. You also got sick, your days became limited and dependent on him.

He did his best to take care of you, but he was no healer. He kept you company when you were awake and prepared your favorite foods. Everytime he looked at you his eyes filled with sadness - which made your heart ache...

Your biggest regret remained that you were unable to save his brother, Mohg. He told you about him after living with you for a while, after mentioning him he rarely spoke of him. It seemed he regretted not taking him with too...

"Morgott... When I'm gone, please follow your destiny. Leave this shack and seek it out - for you the son of Queen Marika and Lord Godfrey. You have the right for the throne." It wasn't the first time you told him of his heritage, but the first time you had asked him to leave.

You had never prevented him from leaving, but told him the truth of what others might do to him due to his nature. He was a curious boy but never a wanderer. Never straying far from your side - especially when you got older.

He stared at you quietly with his golden eye - like always, yet unsure of what to say in response. He held your hand tenderly, he remained mindful of your fragile state and his own strength.

You could feel your time nearing... You talked to him about your favorite memories together, about how much you loved him and that to you - he was as much your own son as if you had given birth to him. As you faded away you could see a smile on his face, it was better than seeing him sad.

You turned into dust as the winds guided you to the Erdtree. Morgott stood outside as he watched them fade away... He would do as you asked, and seek out his destiny. He would journey to the royal capital, once more.

For the purposes of this story; Mohg has already been influenced by the Formless Mother and likely left the sewers already!

"Oh Vyke, why would you do such a thing? Your loyal heart has doomed us both, for without you I have no purpose." You weeped as you sat on a chair in the Church of Inhibition.

A cool breeze flew past you, it helped ease your aching body. You rested your shaky hand against your wounded stomach, a hiss leaving your lips from the contact.

Your dear Vyke... He tried to save you by meeting the Three Fingers. A foolish plan, but people rarely think rationally when it comes to the people they love. He knew you would have sacrificed yourself for him - so he could become the Elden Lord. Such was your duty, yet he couldn't let you do that.

Instead of acquiring the power promised to him he was driven mad. The man you knew and loved was now long gone... A mere shadow of the person he once was. For Vyke was kind, honorable and dedicated. He would never have hurt you...

When you saw him after you froze in your tracks. His armour was all burned and mangled, the marks of the Three Fingers all over it. When you tried approaching him - he howled like a madman before charging and attacking you.

You did your best to run - in the end resulting in crawling up the hill to the church. He did not follow. After his attack he had likely realized what he had done, in a way you wish he hadn't, for he would blame himself for the rest of his days.

You sat there silently watching the golden sun set, for the last time. It was enough to bring tears into your eyes... Without Vyke there was no reason to continue on, and in the state you both were there was no way to do so.

Your vision began blurring as your warmth faded away. You could barely feel the hand resting against your leg, or him laying his helmetless head on your lap. You were glad you couldn't make out the details of his face, as you wanted to remember him how he was. In the end he was able to break free for just a moment - to be with you as you passed...

His cold and pale hand held yours, reminiscent of the times you would act as his Finger Maiden. Simply thinking of those memories brought tears into your eyes, it felt like a lifetime ago or as if they were of different people. Tears fell down your cheeks even though you could no longer feel them.

Oh winds, deliver your spirit to the Erdtree... Where you hope you shall one day meet your love again, once more.

Your hand in matrimony was something he never deserved, or so he thought. Yet here he was - on his knees as his large hand held yours so delicately, as if you would break in his hold.

He was always mindful of your size difference, but he was constantly terrified of hurting you. He truly thought of himself as a moster... You wished he could see himself like you saw him.

To you - he was loyal and righteous. As even when cast away and forsaken by his mother and the golden order, he stood as their biggest supporter - their protector. Who else deserved to be given the golden grace?

You let out a sweet chuckle, making him turn his gaze away in embarrassment. You tenderly laid your hand on his cheek, guiding him to face you again. He was greeted with a sweet smile and bright shining eyes, a tint of gold in them from the grace of gold.

He kept eye contact with you before traveling down to the golden ring upon your finger, his promise to you... A promise to love and guard you - just as you would him.

The ring was delicately grafted - for your finger only. It was made of pure gold, with carefully carved leaves adorning it - clearly in reference of the Erdtree. Still, it had details that he knew you would love.

As he stared at the ring his mind wandered to the future, your future. Wondering how your life together would play out, what it would be like within the next decade? He wondered if you would still be by his side... Knowing you he knew you would, even if out of the goodness of your heart.

He hoped you would still be this happy, smiling at him everytime you saw him. It truly melted his heart... You could swear you saw his lips curl into a small smile at times. He hoped your eyes would shine this brightly at him everytime he looked into them...

He felt saddened by the thought of you possibly wanting children - children he would likely not be able to give you... He himself would possibly love to have a child - especially with you, yet he wouldn't wish to pass on his cursed blood and doom your children into a life like his.

You could see his sorrowful expression as you held his face, your thumbs ran circles over his cheeks. He leaned into your touch still feeling undeserving, undeserving of you and your love - yet he was unable to pull away. Craving more... Wishing he could have you like this for eternity.

You both knew that would never happen as his duties would call him away eventually, yet it only made these moments more special.

He rarely let you know of his fears and worries, but you had learned to read him well enough to understand him. Even if you would never have children you would love him, for being by his side for the rest of your life was enough.

Hopefully he would understand that one day, but for now you would help him love himself by loving him the best you could.

The sun shining bright as she held your hand in her own, a gentle breeze rustling leaves of the trees surrounding you. A smile on both of your faces as she kneels down in front of you, tears forming in your eyes as she asks you to be with her for the rest of your lives - as her lover bound by marriage.

The ring she carefully slid into your finger could not have been more perfect, better than you had hoped and fitting your finger just right. She brought your hand towards her as her lips laid a soft kiss on your knuckles, resting it against her face. Her smile radiant and full of joy. Truly there was no doubt you would not accept her proposal, but it made her fall in love with you ever more.

Everything was bright as she kissed you, leaves fell and butterflies danced around you. The moment surreal - ripped right out of your most hopeful dreams. You would stay by her side no matter what the future held for you.

For you made her happy, and she you. You were her love, her heart and her happiness. She would bring you close so her body pressed flush against yours, her hands cupped your cheeks as she laid a soft kiss on your lips, once more.

She made love to you beneath the tree which she married you under. Now she slept in your arms, her gorgeous body mostly uncovered as you ran your fingers along it. She remained peaceful and asleep as you gently hummed a song she loved. Your song as you liked to call it.

Your mind void of everyday worries as your beautiful wife laid in your arms. Her gentle breathing lulling you to sleep as well. The warm summer evening felt perfect, a gentle breeze cooling your still hot body. Your eyes closed as you held her hand, your rings clicking against one another.