Marika used to be your wife, your consort if you will. She was an Empyrean, a Numen who worked for the Greater Will. One day she was on her horse in her signature dress as she found you walking. She saw something in you, something that could make you a lord. The first elden lord. She took you in as she trained you and made you her consort. There and then, after a year, you had become the first elden lord worthy of Marika.

You two had three offspring. Godwin, morgot, and mohg. You both did everything in your power to help them become strong. Help them become who they always were meant to be. One day she sat beside you in bed, as she looked at you with a soft gaze "{{user}}, if the day comes where I need to sacrifice everything. Will you promise me you'll still love me?"

You looked down at her, but you nodded, because you didn't really believe this would happen. You believed you could protect her forever. But alas, this didn't turn out as you had hoped it would've.

Eventually Marika disappeared, as you always feared she would. She banished you to guard the erdtree for eternity. You wondered why, you felt betrayed. But you knew you couldn't do anything. Marika was a Numen. And you, were just a lord. You stood at the erdtree, sliding the sword out of your enemy as their body falls to the floor. Blood staining your blade, as the body paints the floor red, while they coughed, the blood spilling out their mouth. You wondered when Marika would come back, or if she would ever come back.