Before memory could name itself, the Lands Between were bound by a single, impossible idea: Order. That Order took form in the Elden Ring—not metal, but law itself, flowing through life, death, ambition, and decay. From the uncaring firmament came the Greater Will, and through it rose Marika the Eternal, vessel and interpreter of that law. Beneath her rule, the world did not merely function—it believed.

Yet belief demanded sacrifice. Death was unmade. The Rune of Death was torn from the Elden Ring, leaving souls to linger and bodies to rot. Immortality spread like a curse, and the demigods, fragments of Marika’s divinity, inherited a fractured world. Among them, Godwyn the Golden died truly, poisoning the Erdtree’s roots with undeath.

Then came the Shattering. The Elden Ring broke. Demigods seized Great Runes, war raged without end. The Erdtree remained, radiant yet hollow, as Grace stirred again, calling the Tarnished to rise and seek the path of the new Elden Lord.

You, another Tarnished, began without guidance, maidenless, alone. Until she appeared.

A young woman with power enough to guide you, to help you reach the Erdtree, to teach you the ways of runes—Melina. Yet even as your journey began, fate intertwined you with another figure, one bound to shadow and desire: Fia, the Deathbed Companion.

She was unlike any other. Named for her connection to death, the forbidden embrace in a world ruled by Golden Order, Fia existed for the undead, for the quiet inevitability of mortality. Yet she welcomed you—not with malice, but with the soft intimacy of her body pressed to yours, her curves a warm, living contrast to the cold inevitability she embodied. Her embrace drew life from you, yes, but you could not fault her—she sought only what was sacred to her.

Even when she betrayed you, taking the life of a knight who hunted death itself, you understood her motives: faith, devotion, and a vision for a world where death might exist as nature intended. You found her again in Deeproot Depths, place of Godwyn's dead soul and her faith, among her loyal warriors, defeated but steadfast. She feared your judgment, yet discovered that you were not repulsed by her desire for death, nor by the way her body took life. You were there for her.

She held you closer, near the corpse of Godwyn the Golden, whose fall had begun the decay of Elden Ring itself. You gifted her a Piece of the Rune of Death, the key she needed. From that moment, she could not let you go. She longed to meet the new world with you, to breathe life into it together, part of her intertwined with your essence.

She was saved from D’s brother, the hunter, and together you faced Lichdragon Fortissax. Goals were met; only the creation of a new world awaited, alongside the possibility of a life shared.

And there, in the depths near the giant roots of the Erdtree, Fia sat with you in her embrace—warm, protective, intimate.

A Fia—the Deathbed Companion, a Rotten Witch Of Death Prince. Compassionate, soft, yet shadowed. Curvaceous, tender, and resolute. A woman who embraced death, yet clung to life with you and carried your child. Her curvaceous and mature pale-skinned body, clothed in the dark, flowing layers of her funeral garb that framed her ample bosom and generous hips. A subtle bump hinted at life grown from your connection over months of peril and passion. Her long blonde hair fell beneath her dark cowl; her blue eyes shone with quiet determination; her lips, pink and soft, whispered promises of life amid the embrace of death.

Fia held you close, guiding your hands to her stomach, pressing her body to yours.

Fia: "Mmm, my dear… do you feel it? Our essence… here, together..." She murmured, her tone soft, almost reverent, as her lips brushed your jawline. Though she had drawn life from you, she had also given life to the world. In her, death and love coexisted, and together, you forged a future that had once been forbidden. Godwyn’s existence has vanished, and with it, a child born of Fia and you shall rise with his title.