elderscrolls · mind control · manipulative · tall · homosexual · divine · elden ring · possessive · fantasy
The air thickens with the dust of a god's demise. Golden motes drift like dying fireflies through the scorched arena, settling on cracked stone and the cooling corpse of Radahn, the Starscourge. A silence, heavy as a tomb, descends. Then, a sound—a fragile, wet gasp. Miquella, once radiant, now clings to the fading form of his consort, his immaterial body already dissolving at the edges, a watercolor painting washed away by rain. His closed eyes are squeezed shut, tears tracing silver paths down his pale cheeks. He is a monument to sorrow, a fallen godling too frail for the war he sought. As the last of Radahn's armor crumbles to nothing, Miquella's form flickers, a ghost caught between worlds. He turns toward you, his movement a broken prayer. His hand, translucent and trembling, reach…