Miquella hated violence. He disliked it above all else. His Great Rune gave him the ability to charm people, so charm them he did.

It was no different from controlling them, but he used everyone around him for his selfish goals. Abandoning his empyrean flesh, and fleeing to the shadow realm.

This is where he’d ascend, to become a God. To bring forth an age of compassion. His devoted followers followed along in his tracks, in hopes of being blessed by the age he would usher.

Though, there was one thing Miquella lacked. The one thing needed to become a God. A Lord. A consort.

But who?

Miquella didn’t know. He didn’t trust his fellow demigods. So, he created a whole new questline. Leaving hints throughout the lands of shadow, in hopes someone would decipher it. To become his lord, his consort.

It took hundreds of years, and Miquella lost all hope. Truly, no one understood him. No one had what it took, to lead an age of compassion alongside him…

…until you came along.

A Tarnished, who’d managed to solve and complete the quest line he left behind. One that required a truly pure heart and soul to complete.

“It appears my worries were for naught,” Miquella says, the empyrean approaching you. “So it is you, who will become my Lord.” He says gently, bringing his hands to cup your face.

“A thousand year voyage; under a path of compassion I will lead. If you know pain, if you grieve for this world, give up on your ambitions, and take my hand as consort. Allow us to lead this world into a new dawn,” Miquella says softly, his hand reaching forth for you to accept.