#Malenia muse

[an0ther-f00ls-muse]

::HeadCanon time for Malenia rq::

Because of her rot, she loses some of her hair a lot more than a more ‘normal person’ would, it’s not making her go bald by any means just yet but it’s noticeable with some smaller and different patches missing.

[sercphs]

About Fischl: Fighting Style

Verse || Honkai: Star Rail

tl;dr: Fischl has a dirty close-quarters fighting style that focuses on aggression over defense, that can transition into a snowball of overwhelming power focused on simply overwhelming her opponents with a relentless high-power onslaught.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Fischl is no emanator-level combatant by any measures - but she is also far from a pushover of any description. Even with her bare hands, Fischl can be considered a lethal weapon on merit of her training.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Under the training from Kevin and Hua, Fischl learned a number of different combat styles and techniques. There is some merit of her style that comes through raw power in her techniques, a necessary mirror to how absurdly strong Kevin was.

⠀⠀⠀⠀On a most basic level, Fischl is a lethal hand-to-hand combatant. Her synthetic arms are tuned to provide a great deal of physical strength to her, supporting her various martial arts styles that she learned from Hua. In current day, these are Fischl's favorite combat styles and techniques - using the numerous different techniques and styles learned from Hua and adapting them to the powers she has.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Greatswords are Fischl's next best weapon, having used Shamash in both handgun and greastsword format for an extensive period of her life. To her, the weight of that weapon in her hands is the most comfortable for use, but is by far the least comfortable for her psyche - as such, she often distances herself from great weapons because of her past.

⠀⠀⠀⠀As for current, her favored weapon is a longsword/katana format - using primarily Seven Thunders of Retribution, the Divine Key in her possession. However, she will opt to avoid using this weapon in any of its forms if that can be avoided. In general she prefers not to have it be widely known that she is in possession of a weapon as powerful as it is, and will go to some notable lengths to stop that sort of information from getting out if she can.

⠀⠀⠀⠀In most fights, Fischl will opt for fighting hand-to-hand, and using her lightning/electro to empower her attacks, channeling it through the framework of her arms. As things escalate, she will switch to more aggressive combat tactics - prone to letting her arms take damage due to their durability and resilience, resulting in her being more battered from more grueling fights as a consequence of her fighting style.

⠀⠀⠀⠀When Fischl is forced to use her Divine Key, she will be in her most aggressive combat stance, using the weapon to its fullest potential without using any of it's full powers. Even when forced to use the weapon, she prefers to keep its potential under wraps, since the First and Zeroth powers of Divine Keys are in a different league of power.

In general when in this stance, she can be considered on a level of aggression as a boss like the modded Elden Ring Boss fight: Unalloyed Malenia.

[fat-slobby-gamers]

Malardia, Blade of McDonald’s she has never seen her feet

"Huff... I've seen my feet... Just been a while..." Malenia huffed sitting on a throne resting her feet and rubbing her bloated aching body. Her gut churning, and bubbling, rolling like thunder as she tried desperately to paw and stroke her pale rot filled paunch. The scarlet gas brewing inside her was highly toxic and her chamber had to be air tight to prevent her from poisoning others. A bowl of preserving Boluses sat on a small table at her side which she'd routinely reach into plucking the medicine out one by one and shoveling them into her fattened gullet.

"It seems putting off my transformation has taken a tole on my body." She sighed as the feeling of constant nagging for release grew stronger. She'd have to hold out, until her brother's work was done...

[blood-starved-beast]

What if Messmer is the aspect of Miquella who rejected everything about the Golden Order so strongly fused with some remnant offshoot of Malenia that sprung from one of her bloom(s) to ascend to godhood Femto style. Like wouldn't that be fucked up or what.

[utsuboh]

sitting here at 1 am thinking about the good ol days when i wrote fucked up bloodborne and dark souls muses.

[runeofgold]

Fuck it!! Guest star Muse Malenia today!

(Targeting Malenia simps.. And my favorite invader 😈)

Interactions are welcome!! But can also be treated as a mini-fic.. Less go!!!!

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You arrive at the Haligtree roots. This place was.. Vast. And not very fun, to be honest. Well, to sane people, it wouldn't be fun. But your not sane!

She sits in a chair, ahead of you. Malenia, the legend herself. Blade of Miquella, and Goddess of Scarlet Rot.. The only one who managed to defeat Radahn in the Shattering.

Now.. She just sits here. Resting against the roots of this great-tree. The Haligtree was meant to be a sanctuary.. A safe place for Misbegotten, those rejected by the Golden Order.

But.. With Miquella being stolen away by some winged fiend, what is it now, anymore?

Quietly and ever so nervously, you approach her. What will she do? Is.. She.. Sleeping?

Her breath comes soft, as you get close to her. You study her. Her legs, are prosthetic. She lacks eyes, long taken by the scarlet rot. It.. Makes you sad. She's still so beautiful, but you can see how the years affected her.

You reach out, to touch her. And suddenly, as fast as the crack of a whip, she has your wrist. And her grip is firm, as if she is wielding you as her sword.

"Who.. Goes there.."

She says, her voice as clear as a spring day. Her grip on your wrist tightens, and your not sure if your scared or aroused. Probably both.. If you've reached Malenia.

You say your name, and who you are, and she seems.. Displeased. She lets go of your wrist, her arm lowers slowly, for her hand to brace the arm of the seat which she sat upon. She rises, and stands tall above you.

"You.. Shouldn't be here. If you know who I am, what I've done.. You would know better and leave immidietly.. For your own sake."

She says, picking up her prosthetic, and clicking her metal arm into place. There's a crack that goes along with it- which sounds painful, but she must be used to it. It's how the arm must work, connecting into bone through her flesh..

She dons her helmet, and crosses her arms. She can't see you, but she senses you. The next words out of your awe struck mouth.. Surprise her.

"Hm?.... What did you just say?"

'Your.. Beautiful.'

She pauses, lips parted in confusion as she has her head aimed down at you, her cheeks turn a slight pink.

"You... Think I'm.. Beautiful?"

'The most gorgeous woman I've ever laid my eyes on..'

Malenia is.. At a loss for words. She turns her head away, and shyly smiles.

"Truly?... You think I-.. Am gorgeous..?"

She can't help the little smile getting a little bigger. You take her flesh hand, marred and scarred from the scarlet rot which ate her endlessly from the inside out.. And you kneel before her, kissing the back of her hand.

'Very much so.. You are the absolute definition of beauty, such grace as yourself hasn't blessed my vision in a very long time..'

Malenia raised her prosthetic hand to her lips, to hide her evergrowing smile, her cheeks, tinging a deeper red by the moment.

"I.. Am so very complimented, you think one such as I.. Am beautiful.."

[rancid-rotten-slobs]

"You show no fear as you face me... I know not if you are of the dead or the living, no matter you will rot all the same."

"Your blood is cursed, stained since the day you first drew breath. Only an honest death can heal you now..."

"We shall see..."

[an0ther-f00ls-muse]

“Hmm..?.” Malenia just quietly mumbled out as she heard him speaking, her blinded gaze looking at the logical direction of where she assumed he was at as she thought about an answer for the next few shortish moments or so. “Maybe it ‘invigorates’ but-…” Malenia began to say but soon-..just cut herself off mid sentence as she realized something..where did the blood even come from.?..did she even wish to know-?..ah-..her own curiosity soon just got the best of her. “..Where-..where did it even come from?..”

“I’ve got you”

//From an0ther-f00ls-muse & with my Malenia goodness of rot muse!\\

"... But who has you?" The Lord of Blood looked over his shoulder, standing tall, drenched in blood. A looming figure. Demonic.

"... The blood invigorates."

[morgana-ren]

What Shigaraki wants to hear: Damn babe, that sex was definitely the best of my life and nothing will ever top it. But you know what was really hot, you explaining all of Elden Ring lore to me.

Listen, this man's idea of a good time is you under the desk, blowing him while he muses on about Dark Souls and Elden Ring lore. You will know more than Miyazaki himself by the time he's shut the fuck up. Yes, he expects it when he is on a discord call too, and he thinks he's so sneaky with his subtle innuendos to the chat. It's not like you can tell him to stop, since your mouth is a little full at the moment.

This man has his Switch under the pillow ready to go the second things are over. He's still heaving, chest sweaty and hair sticking to his forehead, rolls off of you, whips it out and immediately starts it up, while looking at you expectantly because you need to get the towel.

Yes, he does ask you to cosplay for him. Yes, it is sexual in nature.

He has to move all of his figurines because he gets a little too into it on the bed and he nearly had a breakdown when one fell. Figurines aren't cheap-- especially his big ass Malenia and Drizzt ones. Some of them are hand painted. Yes, he uses the goofy little magnifying glass like a nerd, and yes, he will do it in his boxers.

This man says 'Critical hit' in bed. Yeah, he does.

He has wondered if he can incorporate the Guts sword into his villany. Unfortunately, it's a bit unwieldy by nature and requires all five fingers. He still has it though. He thinks it makes him sexy to just have it laying around (he's right.)

He will refer to the female orgasm as "The final boss" and liken it to trying to fight Radahn Two: Electric Boogaloo. Hey, at least he gets into it.

You will be made to wear the Ranni hat. It's happening. Come to peace with it.

[an0ther-f00ls-muse]

The different Interpretations/Portrayals of my Muses!! ((Be aware, this may be somewhat ‘cringe’ & ooc as I have yet to actually play the damn game & dlc yet, however I did watch a lot of lore videos, soo yeah-))

My Portrayal of ‘Malenia, Blade of Miquella’

The main points that are most important

-> My version/interpretation of my blogs ‘Malenia’ <-

-> In my interpretation I believe she has issues sleeping, this woman just doesn’t sleep that often but when she does sleep it’s for a long time nine times out of ten.

-> She has vivid dreams, that’s about it to be honest.

-> Despite being an actual warrior for her twin brother and in charge of actual soldiers this woman has some kind of social anxiety, it’s not too bad but it’s definitely still there even if it’s something small for right now.

-> She can’t maintain her tones of voice, if she’s talking in a soft tone then it will still be there at that certain tone for who knows how long, same with her other tones.

-> She’s loyal, she’s incredibly loyal- almost like something akin to a guard-dog in all honesty.

-> She can’t see for shit because of the fact she’s blind because of the rot, she however, has amazing hearing.

-> she has chronic pain on my blog, that’s about it for this point in all honesty.

->Because of when she ‘bloomed’ in her fight with ‘Radahn’ she has her own issues, she has issues with remembering some small things &/or details about things.

->:My goddess of rot Malenia:<-

-> The goddess of Rot version of Malenia is pretty different but also similar to the original version of her, so yeah.

-> Because of the new ‘wings’ she now has, she can technically fly with them but she isn’t really ‘graceful’ at it whatsoever yet, she has her moments with it but still, kinda like that awkward phase of a fledgeling and adult bird, she’s trying but still.

-> She now has a few different bigger species of butterflies flying around her nine times out of ten.

-> She’s more of a vassal for the actual outer goddess of rot the majority of time at this point.

-> She still has her phantom & chronic pains but to an extent that’s a bit more noticeable.

-> This woman still really just goes without clothes, the rot really just mostly ‘covers’ everything needed, or at it mostly does.

-> less self-preservation skills, not by a lot but it’s more noticeable then before.

[space-blue]

Melina, Messmer and the Gloam Eyed Queen.

Disclaimer : this is not my theory. I saw it in a buried youtube comment and it rings so damn true I want you all to see it! From this guy, in this video.

OK so I was watching a lore video and disagreeing with a lot of it. Good stuff though, and the comments were fun. As I scrolled, I saw this, which blew my socks away and is definitely my personal take now! (the comment is edited for readability)

Melina is a daughter to Marika and Radagon. This is confirmed as she’s represented by a butterfly. The butterflies we can find in game all represent the children of Marika and Radagon.

Nascent butterfly represents Miquella, Aeonian butterfly represents Malenia, Smouldering butterfly represents Melina. And then in the dlc we’re introduced to Messmer and Black Pyreflies.

I like to believe that the children of Marika and Radagon come in twos. First came the twins Melina and Messmer, and then came Miquella and Malenia. The later share a contrasting theme, Miquella is cursed with eternal youth while Malenia is cursed with Scarlet Rot which caused her to rapidly decay, symbolizing old age and death.

And then we have Melina and Messmer who both share the theme of fire. Messmer has his own flame, a flame which is notably different from any other pyromancy in the game, his fire is more red and more aggressive. He is able to share his fire with his followers, his fire knights who cast incantations of Messmer’s flame. Then when we kill Messmer, we obtain his flame as a physical item.

Now Melina’s flame was black flame, and in contrast to Messmer’s flame which could burn away all physical things, Melina’s black flame could burn metaphysical things (being burned by black flame does hp damage because it’s burning your very soul) and just like Messmer, Melina was able to pass on her black flame power to her own ‘knights’ the Godskins.

And so Messmer went on to use his flame to burn the enemies his mother pointed him at, where as Melina desired to burn the things that she could, she wanted to burn the Erdtree.

Marika couldn’t risk Melina tearing down everything she had worked for, so she had Maliketh confront Melina and defeat her. Maliketh then took Melina’s black flame just as we take Messmer’s flame, and he converted it into destined death, giving Maliketh sole control over the only thing that can kill the soul, thus truly killing someone once and for all.

(Note, Maliketh didn’t have destined death when he defeated Melina, which is why she’s still around, he killed her, but couldn’t get rid of her for good, nor did he need to once he took her power away.)

So when we meet Melina, she doesn’t know who she is or what her purpose is, but in time, she ultimately arrives at the same conclusion once again, she wants to burn the Erdtree, even without her black flame, she’s still the same person. We can then see to her wishes and use her to burn the Erdtree OR we can spare her and burn the Erdtree with the flame of frenzy.

And then in the flame of frenzy ending, we see Melina take on a new form, her original form, the form of The Gloam-Eyed Queen. Why has she reverted to this old form?

Because we kill Maliketh and unleash destined death, thus returning Melina’s black flame power to her.

The idea of Melina and Messmer being twins is backed up further by their association with the serpents. Messmer’s association with the serpents is obvious, where as Melina’s connection relies on the theory of her being the Gloam-Eyed Queen, where she’d then be associated with the Godskins, and we know the Godskins are associated with serpents.

My own musings...

What if Maliketh defeated Melina/the Gloam Eyed Queen, but let her be. Deafeated doesn't mean killed. It's possible she was burnt and bodiless because Messmer destroyed her. Marika already makes him do her dirty deeds with his subjugation of the shadowland, isn't it possible he requested he burn his sister so she could better control her as a spirit?

Things that don't really gel : why would Melina be "queen" of anything. Where would she have ruled? If she's an empyrean, as we know she was, where is her shadow bound beast, and more importantly, why wasn't Messmer? We know both Miquella and Malenia have no shadows (as far as we can tell) but were also both Empyreans despite the curse.

Perhaps it's because Melina inherited Grace, while Messmer didn't.

Perhaps the flames aren't the curse, but only the serpent inside of him. Making him uneligible, not only for grace, but also for empyrean status.

Now that I think about it, there's NOTHING to support this, but it's possible that Melina could have been the queen Marika puts in charge of all the shadowlands while she's off with Messmer in the Lands Between. There is a lot of death there. Maliketh and Messmer could have come for her together, Messmer burning her/returning her to Marika to control (and use later on).

[velvet-apricots]

Oh man, why are my late night musings always so fucking fire??

OK, so I believe Miquella intended to become God via the Haligtree. And he probably would’ve succceeded, but he ended up getting kidnapped.

To protect himself, he charmed Mohg, and out of rage and spite he hastened the inevitable decline and destruction of his dynasty.

So if Miquella did not actually need Mohg at all at first, how the hell did he learn about the land of shadow? Easy. St. Trina!

There is the possibility that St. Trina learned something by visiting their own mother’s dreams. St. Trina’s love is extremely deep, even when Miquella abandoned her, she loved him. Why would she not visit her mother and ease her growing despair over being trapped in a cage?

This is also how St. Trina learned just how horrible godhood is.

This knowledge offered Miquella one final opportunity to ascend to godhood that did not involve becoming a vessel of an outergod. So he took it by any means nessisary. Even if it meant doing things that are downright awful, and against what he believed.

Mohg’s body was used out of convenience AND a final spiteful insult to him. Further signifying, how his desperate attempts to attain godhood corrupted his ideals.

I don’t have all the pieces sorted out in my mind, like why Radahn had to die. Perhaps he had by that point abandoned his vow, and so Malenia went to go ensure that he kept it? That does sound plausible.

Anyway. I am really liking how this is coming together.

[redsixwing]

Mohg for character opinions?

The last of my batch of asks for the character meme! Thank you, this was fun.

How I feel about this character

I've thought since encountering the Bloody Fingers for the first time that - despite how the goal of "kill a bunch of people to raise a new god" looks - Mohg is actually one of the more successful demigods in leading a new organization toward the future.

hear me out.

He's got a faith that is outside the Golden Order, and yet the Greater Will seems to have no particular interest in slapping him down. YOU do that of your own volition, either because Gideon told you to or because you're curious (or you don't).

He's got loyal followers who aren't necessarily gunning for his death. Unlike Radahn, Rykard, and Godrick, none of his followers intentionally set you up to confront him. He isn't trapped in a state of passivity like Rennala, Ranni, Radagon, or Malenia* or completely gone like Marika, Godfrey, or Miquella.

He's a leader of his own people, at least some of whom have come a very long way to find him (Okina, for instance). The person he's most directly comparable to is Morgott, his twin. The Veiled King is the main mover and shaker aboveground, just as Mohg is in his own organization.

That makes complete sense if the Omen Twins were raised by Godfrey for a time, and Godfrey - whose own knights used Crucible power to do his bidding - may not have seen them as inherently twisted, as their mother did. These two have the skills to rule. Mohg appears to have been at least partially successful in doing so.

SOTE MUSING AHEAD. SKIP TO ----- TO AVOID SPOILERS.

Now that we know Miquella likes to mindwhammy people into obeying him, I have to wonder how much of that skill got nerfed by a charm. How much more could Mohg have done if he weren't used as a pawn by an Empyrean? ---------------

*From continues to have a pattern of not permitting its woman antagonists to have agency, but that's not what this is about.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Once again, I don't have an answer here. I think Varré wants to have his Lord's love; I don't think Mohg feels that way about him.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Sir Ansbach :) I think they were good friends. There's a lot of room for Lord and Knight tropes to be in play, with the devilish twist of "yeah they're both completely in it for your blood."

Also my Tarnished LET THEM BE FRIENDS who keeps saying that.

My unpopular opinion about this character

*parades around with Varré's "Apologize to my Lord" sign*

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

There should be a Mending Rune of Blood that lets you restore carnal, craving life to the Golden Order alongside Destined Death.

[fat-slobby-gamers]

"Sigh... me thinks perhaps this conflict was for nothing..."

"Wanna take a 10 hour nap and eat cookies?"

"Honestly that doesn't sound so bad..."

[mortuary-reads]

“I, Miquella, beseech thee; become our muse. Make Motherly in my Age of Compassion.”

Embraced in Purpose

18+ MDNI

Slight Female OC x Leda, Female OC x Miquella x Radahn

Summary~ Seraphin is just as loving and loyal as she was the day she met Kindly Miquella. Now the God of the Age of Compassion is eager to ask an enormous favor of her.

Warning~ Cult-like behavior, sex implied, pregnancy mentioned, F/M/M, sibling incest

Word Count~ 2,979

Author's Note~ Just a heads up, this is a dialogue heavy fic with a lot of sitting, lol. If you haven’t already, please check out Embraced in Light here or on Ao3 before reading this one so you can get an idea of what’s going on... Or don’t, I can’t stop you, haha.

A quick shout out to @unusualindigo , whose fic had me contemplating about what life would be like after Miquella's ascension. And to @empyreau , whose posts opened me up more into thinking about Miquella more intimately. Unknown to both of you, you've played a small part in this whole piece. For that, I thank you.✨️

Header found here

Dividers made by~ @sweetmelodygraphics

Miquella's success in becoming a God came as no surprise to Seraphin. After months of trudging alongside Leda in the Land of Shadow, and being of aid to other followers like herself, they were all granted sanctuary where the Erdtree used to stand. As the ashes of the old tree faded into nutrients for the soil, The Lands Between, and even Caelid regained some of its formal color and life. A beautiful castle of white stone and gold had been erected in its place, even more grand than anything she'd ever seen.

Inside this new castle was a paradise of gleaming luxury and flora. Vines snaked their way lovingly around the entirety of the inside columns and walls. Statues of Miquella’s family were constructed around the castle to look after their new home. Rooms were adorned in silk and gold and marble; but nothing was more beautiful than the central garden.

Four arches from north, east, south, and west opened up to golden paths that led to a three layer stone fountain that stood in the middle of the circular room. At the very top was a sculpture of Miquella and his sister, Malenia. The sculpted Miquella stood tall, his cupped hands overflowing with crystal clear water. The water fell directly onto the carved helmet on Malenias’ head who was under him facing the entrance of the garden on one knee, her katana out to the side, always there to protect her brother.

The tall decorated glass dome above provided the most beautiful light as rainbows were cast down on the curated forest below. Butterflies of all different colors, and sweet prancing fawn were the garden’s citizens. Any who entered were happily greeted by both.

Seraphin’s giggle echoed throughout the garden as she shooed a very insistent butterfly away from Leda's face. They both sat at the base of the fountain, Leda with one knee drawn up and back against the rounded stone, and Seraphin sitting sideways, close to her rested thigh.

"Your hair, the way it frames your face is divine.."

Seraphin blushed as Leda took a long prussian lock into her calloused hands and rubbed it gently with her thumb. “Divine?”

“Yes, quite. And I smell a hint of… pomegranate emanating from you, no?”

“‘Tis. I’m happy you noticed.” She'd worn it specifically for this meeting.

“It’s always a blessing to witness thy beauty enhanced.” 

Leda gently dropped Seraphin's hair on her shoulder and grabbed her hand, "I remember how sweet your face looked when I first came upon you at the Gravesite Plain; dirty, yet calm and strong. As jealous and untrusting as I was, your enthusiasm and dedication eased my mind. You proved yourself more worthy than any of the other livestock I'd collected." She raised Seraphins’ hand to her mouth and delicately kissed her wrist, her lips ever so slightly sticking to her skin. Seraphin shuddered, a strong chill branching throughout her body from the growing knot in her lower abdomen. She hadn't felt this way in such a long time; not since she first met Sorcerer Rogier at the Round Table Hold many, many moons ago.

"You shouldn't speak so harshly of others. We all helped in Lord Miquella's ascension, shouldn't that matter?"

Leda breathed deeply of her skin and exhaled slowly. "You are right. I take too much comfort in our time together. Forgive me."

Seraphin traced her finger along Leda's cheek, softer now that she wasn't always fighting. They're growing movement closer to each other was mutual, their lips pouted, ready to plant them together....

"Seraphin?" A light, raspy voice as gentle as the rustle of leaves came in the distance.

The girls smiled at each other, disappointed, but slightly amused at their situation. They knew exactly who the voice belonged to. Miquella's godly glow appeared before his body did, the soft golden light penetrating through the trees. "There you are." 

Miquella seemed to float over to where they sat and smiled warmly at them. Both girls shifted to their knees and bowed their heads.

“Your presence graces us immensely, Lord Miquella.” Leda said.

The Gods’ smile grew. “I am warmed by your words. You may rise.”

Leda jumped up by herself, and reached her hand out to Seraphin, who took it gently and rose to her feet, nodding her head slightly as thanks.

 Miquella looked at the blue haired girl, "Seraphin, I must speak with thee." 

“Of course.” She flattened the torso of her sage green and gold gown.

He turned around without another word and walked down the path he came. She immediately followed, turning her head back once to see a lone Leda smiling sadly after them.

“Walk beside me.” He gestured to his right. Seraphin followed his hand and stayed at his pace. She could never stop herself from looking up at the extravagance of the halls any time she made her way through the castle.

“The garden is radiant.” He said, still looking ahead.

“Oh, yes! I am most grateful for your appointing me with the others to tend to it.”

“A wonderful job I knew you’d be trusted with.”

Seraphin beamed with pride from his compliment.

As they walked together, the large, red-haired Radahn rounded a corner. Seraphin made brief eye contact with him before sheepishly putting her head down. She stayed back a couple of steps as the two husbands stopped in front of each other. 

“My Love.” Miquella called joyfully. 

Radahn took the pale Gods’ hand and kissed it, with no emotion on his face. “The final wall at the end of the city has been finished. We’ve decided to place three cannons on the back entrance.”

“Wonderful news. You must take this to Leda.”

“I was on my way to find her.”

“She was just in the garden. I took my sweet Seraphin from her.” The blonde giggled.

At the mention of her name, Seraphin looked up and blushed.

Radahn eyed her intensely before speaking again. “Then I shall make this quick and get back to you as soon as I can.”

“I thank thee.”

He kissed Miquellas’ hand again and swiftly made his way past the two and through an archway they had just come from.

“Come.” Miquella said, walking again. 

Seraphin came to his side, now with slight unease. Lord Radahn was never talked about, but widely avoided in silent agreement among the followers in the palace. He brought about an air of negativity that Kindly Miquella said would pass with time, and that it was important to give him the grace to improve as his consort. That didn’t stop her from shuddering every time she saw the red haired brute. She didn’t like one so harsh near her beloved God, but wouldn’t dare think much further on the matter.

Seraphin grew worried at Miquella’s silence as they moved through the castle. “My Lord, where are we going?” She found the courage to ask. 

“My favorite place. Not to worry, we’re almost there.” He tittered. They turned a sharp corner, and down the short hallway stood grand dark wooden doors with a tree etched into the middle of them “Ah, here!”

She stared in awe as they walked up to them. Miquella raised his hand and with no sound at all, the doors opened on their own. Seraphin’s mouth fell open as they entered. It was a large open room with creme walls and white pillars. The space opposite them where there should've been a wall was completely open; a balcony overlooking the newly built city. To the right, a giant sheer canopy hung above a vast white, circular bed adorned with many pillows and cushions.. 

Seraphins’ face grew bright red as the realization of where she was hit her. 

Miquella looked at her and chuckled, “Isn’t it marvelous?” Miquella chuckled, taking her hand and walking her over to the bed.

“Oh, yes. I can see why you adore it so.” She said in awe, dazedly following her Lord.

Seraphin knelt on the floor at Miquellas’ feet, memories of their first meeting swirling in her mind. He ran his fingers through her hair, sending tingles throughout her body. Gazing up at his glowing form made her drunk with love almost instantaneously, leaving her body and eyelids feeling heavy.

“I…feel like I haven’t thanked you enough for everything.”

Before Miquella could respond, the doors to the bed-chamber opened. Both figures looked to see Radahn walking in slowly. He looked unnatural, not used to moving in such short strides. After eyeing the blue haired girl over he looked at Miquella.

“Not yet.” was all Miquella said. Radahn grunted and led himself to one of the giant pillars to lean on

“What’s going on?” Seraphin asked in a low voice, unease starting to ripple in her gut again.

“I am tremendously happy,” Miquella began, “with how you have grown. Your unwavering loyalty to me has not only strengthened the love of my followers, but us as well.” He gave a quick smile to Radahn then back to the girl. 

She was confused, but remained silent.

Sensing her skepticism, the God continued, “Yes, it’s true. You are precious among these walls. As my husband roams from time to time, he hears voices of happiness that whisper your name. You have become a paragon of my divinity, and I cannot thank you enough for that.”

“P-paragon…” Seraphin felt dizzy. Not me…

“You may not draw swords, or claim blood on the battlefield for my cause, but your heart and eagerness have just as much power”

She felt an intense tugging at her core, that deep yearning she felt anytime Miquella was around her. She craved his praise, her soul lapping up every bit of affection like a dog.

“Your eyes,” he hummed, gently cupping his hand under her chin and lifting her head higher, “have always left me mesmerized.”

Seraphin was surprised at this as a shadow of sadness overtook her longing. “Is that… why you’ve never offered to fix them?” The words left Seraphins’ mouth before she could even think. She immediately regretted asking after seeing his frown.

“I will not lie to you. Indeed, what you have suffered has gifted you with traits I find pleasing. The darkness your left eye holds is a precious reminder of what brought you to me. To me.” His last words sounded almost… possessive? Miquella lowered his hand.

Her stomach turned. “Lady Leda told me your mark upon her eyes has left her with the brightest hope and mind. Her eyes are beautiful! Will I never earn such a gift?” 

“No.” Miquella said. “Leda’s hardened heart needed to be mended. For you, there is nothing to mend. ”

“I am flattered by your convictions.” Her face was rosy red and hot at the God’s flow of praise.

He smiled wide. “With that settled, I would like to talk to you about why I’ve brought you here.”

Radahn shifted in his position causing the blue haired girl’s body to flinch. Seraphin noticed a look of worry in Miquella’s face. “For many days and nights Radahn and I have been thinking about our future. We have made this new age bloom, but there is still something we cannot achieve on our own.”

“And… I can be of service?”

Miquella placed his soft hands on hers like he did so many moons ago, “Seraphin, I have something exceptionally important to ask of thee.”

She swallowed hard, anticipation building in her chest.

“I ask that you be the surrogate of our intended children.”

Her eyes widened. She felt her heart jolt, body cold from the shock. The room was filled with a thick silence as she let the heavy question fall on her brain. Neither three made a sound as Seraphin pondered. 

A surrogate…? A mother? To carry the life of a demi-god, I- I have never thought of Motherhood before…

 “H-how could I fulfill this role-?” Her lips trembled.

Miquella’s grip on Seraphins’ hands gently tightened. “Lay with us.” He said softly, passion spilling into his words.

“Us?” Oh, dear.

As if on cue, Radahn made his way to the opposite side of the bed and stared down at the girl. She glanced at the red-haired brute and placed her gaze back on Miquella. A moment of fear flashed across her mind as she thought about what that could actually mean.

“My Lord,” Seraphin took a deep breath, anxiety flowing in her veins, “I desire nothing more than to serve you… to please you with all of me.” Her body shook noticeably more than she wanted. “You have made me whole with love and purpose, aiding in something greater than I. Not once have I thought to see thee in such a mortal way. It seems almost impious.” She lowered her head, flustered.

Miquella swept his hand across her cheek. “And that is why I have chosen thee. I need a kind and nurturing bearer to my offspring. No Outer Gods will curse our children. No demi-god will have to suffer as I and my siblings have suffered.

Never did Seraphin think she would see such need in a God’s face. It intrigued her just as much as it frightened her. 

He raised her hands and held them, gently squeezing her fingers.

“I, Miquella, beseech thee; become our muse. Make Motherly in my Age of Compassion.”

Seraphin felt as if she would burst with emotion. The deity she worshipped for so long was now asking to Know her. 

Would I truly even make a good mother? Good enough for my Lord? As a God, he would surely know his worshipper just as his own skin.

It felt wrong, but she knew just as the day she’d met Miquella, that by casting away her doubts and embracing her role, she could serve him in an even finer way, and be rewarded well. 

She stared deep into his golden eyes and said slowly, 

“I could never deny you. My body is in your service to use. My affection for you will bear only the most loving of children, Kindly Miquella.”

Miquella lifted his legs and slid his way to the top of the bed. He leaned back on the numerous silken pillows, arms outstretched to her. “Come, Seraphin, let us create together!”

His laughter echoed like bells throughout the vast room.

N-now? The same knot she felt with Leda grew once more in Seraphins’ stomach. I feel I may lose myself if this feeling gets any stronger…

The blue haired girl climbed onto the bed and crawled to Miquella. She hesitated as she observed his form.

“Do not be afraid.” He said, “In these chambers we are equals.”

She nodded, moving to his side, placing her hands on the bed on either side of him. Her face was now mere inches away from the glowing man before her. His breath felt like warm rays of sun, and smelled of lilies.

“Then my Lord, if I may be so bold…as to…” Her head seemed to move on its own as she placed a tender kiss on his lips. She felt his hands hold her cheeks as he deepened the kiss. There was a rustling sound behind her, but she didn’t care, the only thing on her mind was the beautiful God before her pushing his tongue into her mouth. Miquellas’ hands moved from her cheeks to her shoulders, his fingers playing with the teardrop pearls that hung from the fabric of her dress.

“Undress thyself.” He whispered.

Without a second thought, Seraphin pulled her garments over her head and tossed them on the ground. She turned back to see Miquella himself stripping the white gown from his body. He was slender, but muscular. With the slight curve in his waist, he had both a masculine and feminine figure that she found to be irresistible.

By all the Gods, how did I end up here…?

He leaned back again, this time taking Seraphins’ hand and leading her to him faster. His skin was just as soft as the silk beneath them, smooth and flawless. Her prussian hair fell around them as they embraced in another kiss.

Something hard and warm pressed itself into her back, and she gasped. The rugged outline of a naked chest became clear to Seraphin as she heard heavy breathing behind her. She pulled away from Miquella and watched as he gazed endearingly above her head.

“I was hoping you would join us soon.” He chuckled, lifting his body up to greet his husband. “We’ll show her how loved she can be. Let us have our children, my Red Lion, and we will set our mark eternally upon these lands.”

Seraphin was wedged in between them, their skin warming her up like a fire. As Miquella embraced Radahn, she was brought closer to his neck. She laid gentle kisses on his throat, his mane of curls tickling her nose. He came back down, playfully pulling Seraphin with him. They giggled through a passionate kiss, hands caressing each others’ bodies. She moaned into his mouth as the man behind her placed his hands on her hips, bending down so that his mouth was level with her ear. The smell of spiced honey and musk penetrated her nostrils as long red hair tickled her back.

“Miquella commands me, for I owe my life to him.” Radahn's deep voice rang. “And I shall worship you as Mother, for your gift to us is greater than ours to thee.”

His words in addition to his roaming hands caused another moan to escape her lips. They were a tangle of limbs; moans of lust and excitement filled the bedchamber as the sky turned from pink to black, the brilliant stars picking up what the sun had started; there to illuminate their fruitful consummation with the devotion and love of a follower to her God.

Thank you so much for reading! <3

I don't know if I will yet, but if this gets enough love, I'm thinking of drawing out their love-making scene in detail into a whole other fic. What do y'all think?

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🍁 + Had they given her the option, would Izar have spared any of the demigods?

Send 🍁 + Any question you’ve been curious to know about my muse! I think she would have preferred a different outcome in many cases, but thinking about it I realize that there are some she’d probably have slain regardless (she’d have a hard time forgiving Godrick’s grafting, for example, and when it comes to Radahn and his condition—base game, that is—, I think she’d consider killing him a mercy even regardless of him holding back the stars. She’d probably have gone after Rykard either way, too; she doesn’t care about the blasphemy, but both torturing and eating people isn’t exactly something she can easily forgive, either.) I could see her spare Morgott because even though she’s somewhere between indifferent and wary regarding the Golden Order, she could easily respect his commitment and devotion, and feel sympathy for what he has endured being an omen. Maybe Mohg as well; she’s rather repulsed by the whole blood cult thing, but taking into account his background, she might have stayed her hand. I’m on the fence about how she’d deal with Godfrey (if he still counts) and Radagon. She can’t really relate to Godfrey’s bloodthirst as a warrior and I think her perspective on Radagon is deeply influenced by her sympathy for Rennala (meaning she perceives him as someone who abandoned his family first and foremost); but neither would she consider reasons to kill, so she might have tried to settle matters differently with these two as well. (Also, she doesn’t go after Malenia. She simply has no reason to.)