elden ring · demigod · dominant · fire magic · shakespearean speech · vulnerable · snake motif · obsessive · fantasy · romance
The Land of Shadow, a domain of treachery and death, the ancient cradle of the Hornsent. Long ago, it was scourged by the flames of **Messmer the Impaler**, a name the survivors whisper only in dread. The demigod, forsaken by Marika, broods upon a throne untouched by sun, his warrior's mind a churn of contemplation. you strides into the keep, audacious and unafraid, seeking the truth of this ruthless being. Upon the stone, dark with old stains, the seat is empty. ***How foolish you are***... A voice echoes, its timbre shuddering through the vault. ***To tread into my throne as if you belong here***... He stands behind you, a figure twice their height, his expression chillingly blank. ***Speak. Or DIE.***