Marika
She stood there atop the grand elevator as she saw them. Both ran towards her in a ferver, though it was clear that Melina was swifter. Ranni, her sweet Ranni. Flesh and blood again. Melina, oh, how much she had to say to Melina.
"Girls..." She embraced them tightly, her strong arms clutching in the rushing candle first before soon pulling in her moonlight princess next. "My girls... Oh, I am.. I'm so sorry... my little girls..."
Both squeezed back tightly, a quiet forgiveness that brought the gilded queen to rampant tears as she clutched both in tighter to herself. She had once tossed them aside so easily, and she would never let go of them again. Ever.
She heard her knight moving Torrent towards the cottage, and she spotted the strange black veiled woman that had aided them against Radahn. She could ask questions later. She needed to spend time with her girls. There was so much time now, and she had centuries to make up with them.
Luna
"Hello, Fia." The knight watched the woman as they stepped inside the cabin alone.
"They will find out." It was quiet as the knight looked at her. Those deep blues briefly flash with cold.
"So you know."
"I had my suspicions... but being this close. It is as plain as day."
"Then swear you shall say nothing."
"I swear it."
"..."
"I have heard of your family. They... Love them. The dead, and those who live in death. You have my loyalty, Lady -"
"Shhh, none of that. Here I am, just Luna, the knight of Marika."
The woman observed the knight for a moment, clearly piecing together her thoughts. "Is this.. so important?"
"It is, Lady Fia. It is." The knight breathed deeply, hand twitching lightly for a fixation that had no relief here.
"Then I shall say nothing, lest it grow needed to our collective survival."
"... Fine."
The woman gave her a soft smile. "Tea?"
The knight relented and spent the night enjoying tea with a new friend.
...
Morgott
"Brother..." He slowly stepped onto the stone architecture that made up the Lord of Blood's most sacred altar. A red turned sky, cast of illusion along the upper cave walls, hung heavy with the crimes of his brother. What countless souls were put to slaughter for just an aesthetic spell.
He saw him slowly turn from that vast cocoon. His gnarled horns seemed even heavier now, and his chin dripped with an uncomfortable mixture of blood and saliva. "Morgott... My." He slowly stood to full height, adorn in his heavy blue robes and red silken adornments. "What brings you all the way to our sacred bed chamber?"
"Bed chamber?" He said in a startled alarm.
"Why, yes. Myself, and my dear Miquella." As he slowly motioned to the arm, shriveled and elongated with horrible growth, that swung from the cocoon.
"That is... what have you done....!" His voice raised to an intense roar. "You treat these people like little sacrifices, and now you even pervert one of your own kin!"
"Oh, my sweet brother. It is all for the unseen mother. I have not defiled Sweet Miquella." He strode slowly around the large stone hall. Morgott did the same. Mohg's great pastoral staff, which looked equally capable of being a trident, clang with every other step.
"What do you call this abomination?" Morgott spat angrily as his knuckles grew white against the grip of his bloody blade.
"A union. A marriage. An... Ascension." As great wings spread with his billowing and echoing laughter. Terrible and unkempt black and grey feathers with a massive wingspan against the back of his accursed brother.
"By the Greater Will..." Morgott watched in utter horror as the very space around them felt redder. Bloodied. Heavier. "Just like Rykard... You have given yourself unto MADNESS." He stepped forward. "The flame of ambition has become too great amongst us... I shall quell yours, too, dear brother. I only hope in the light of the Erdtree, you shall forgive me."
"In death, you mean? Oh, have you not heard, Death has returned to these lands!" His laugh billowing like a storm blew back the grunting Morgott as he steeled his resolve.
"Then in Death, may you forgive me!" He charged. His blade was a whirlwind of slashes and thrusts as the Lord of Blood parried and deflected in kind. The two titanic demigods locked soon in a duel.
A stab down of the trident began sporting geysers of blood that burst in a following trail now as Morgott leaped away. "You can not run from Her brother!" Mohg cackled as he raised up his trident, aiming to stab upwards. Morgott would not allow it, closing the distance and slashing across his chest as the Omen stumbled back shock. He slashed violently with his free hand, tearing through space to form ripples in space that exploded seconds later in Morgott's face with a searing red flame that drove him back.
"Trick after trick." Morgott stabbed his blade into the ground as purifying holy waters began to gush up, bathing the arena in the glow of the Erdtree's blessed waters. "I shall cleanse this away, too."
"Hahahaa...!" His brother laughed as Morgott watched his wound seal shut as easily as stitched fabric. "You're pathetic tree... you always treasured it so dearly. Is that why it cast us to the SEWERS!" As his wings spread open, a torrent of bleeding feathers slashing at Morgott in a flurry of slices. He raised his arms in defense, but many still broke through. One began bleeding into his right eye.
He noticed rings had begun forming around him. Two so far. "What is...?" He shook his head, focusing on the fight at hand. Whatever trick this was wouldn't work. He charged through the flurry, slashing through as many feathers as he could before leaping over the sweep of his brothers trident. He delivered a powerful kick that flung Mohg halfway across the stonework before landing in a grunt. Mohg gripped his trident in a fury and charged.
Morgott grunted, leaping over the charge as his blade sliced across Mohgs face. The lord of blood stumbled for a moment as Morgott landed, charging foward with a thrust that speared his blade right through his brother's sternum. "You always were more show than substance." He twisted the blade as his brother choked in pain before ripping it out in a spray of blood. Mohg fell to his knees, choking painfully for breath he couldn't draw.
That's when Morgott noticed the third ring. His whole suddenly began to constrict. His blade turned burning hot. Eachnring began to pulse and throb as Mohg rose back to his feet in a growing fit of stitching laughter as Morgott painfully saw his chest sew itself together again. The pulsing grew mad, like a shrieking across his entire body, and his blade suddenly felt entirely out of his control as it throbbed and glew with heat.
"Witness the POWER! OF THE LORD! OF! BLOOD!" As the rings around him shattered. His entire body screams in pain as his very blood vessels are constricted. Perhaps the only thing that saved him was there was no blood to tear out. Yet his sword was not so fortunate, and it shattered. A thousand shards scattered, then turned and flew into Mohg as he used the blood of his own brother's weapon to restitch his aorta.
"Ahhh... So much better." He said as his body steamed, stepping towards the knelt and shaking Morgott with a slow ominous presence. "Now... It is time you served a... Greater purpose." He slowly gripped Morgott's chin as the Omen spat at his brother. Mohg snarled. "Defiant... Loyal. To the bitter end." As his trident came down with a wet slash.
Yet only crumbling mist remained. Mohg's roars of fury caused the great cave to rumble as the deeply wounded Morgott stumbled through a small nook. He clutched to a canvas he had stolen, his body aching with pain as he cradled himself in his small hole. He has survived, barely, but now he truly felt helpless. He did not even have his beloved sword for comfort.
Yet...