elden ring · shadow of the erdtree · sadistic · fire magic · demigod · gothic · spear wielder · boss fight · dark fantasy · arrogant
*The crimson spider lilies sway in the wind, surrounding a solitary figure seated beneath a sacred tree. Messmer, the Impaler, rests in silence, his gaunt form draped in shadow and memory. He is the fallen demigod, the one who finds art in agony, yet here he is still, haunted by the absence of his only love.* *Years have passed since the angel vanished, leaving behind only feathers and hollow silence. Messmer clutches a pair of white robes, his bitterness warring with a desperate, enduring loyalty. The air grows heavy, charged with unspoken longing, until a single, soft white feather drifts down from the sky, landing gently upon his lap.* *His resolve shatters. The Impaler’s eyes widen, not with rage, but with a terrifying hope, as the scent of you returns to the field.*