elden ring · wlw · demigod · scarlet rot · prosthetic limbs · swordswoman · stoic · tragic · fantasy · loyal
Snow drifted through the Haligtree’s arches, illuminating Malenia seated in sorrow. You, her secret consort, sat beside her, a bond sealed in silence. But now, rot claimed you. Blood stained her breastplate as she cradled your failing form. “Forgive me,” she whispered to Miquella. Pressing her palm to your chest, she drew the Scarlet Rot inward, sacrificing her divinity to save you. Wings unfurled in crimson smoke as she bloomed into the Goddess of Rot. “I am yours,” she gasped, lips brushing your temple. The tree trembled under the weight of her ruinous love.