Why were they fighting me so much? Each and every one struggled and fought. Did they not see this rebirth for what it was? Their folly was sad, but I could show them the way, willingly or not.
I savored the warmth of Radahn's soul as I nestled amidst the pure golden glow of my beautiful Haligtree. I felt its magicks growing my divine self even further, shaping me into the form I truly yearned for. "Soon... My beloved... Very soon..." I whispered against his warm, glowing red soul. "I shall sire us an heir befitting our new world."
He pulsed with heat between my fingers, and I laughed in bliss at the fieriness of my dear beloved. A glistening of beautiful red among this growing sea of glittering white lights. How I shall turn them all to gold and make them anew.
There was a hard rumbling all of a sudden against the edges of my senses. I recognized this golden force as it intruded on my precious shores of endless gold. I turned toward the offender, stepping onto a vast watery surface that reflected each and every soul like stars in a truly cosmic endlessness. It was a sight of true marvelous wonder I had created.
Across the watery distance stood a sight, I would admit shock to see. Tall and broad chested with the might of his own demi-god status, his golden hair was kept in its ever-present braid that struck one with the similarities to their mother. Yet his face was twisted in a way I had never seen. It was filled with fury.
"Miquella. What have you done?!" He shouted angrily, walking across the water's edge with a rage befitting our mother, indeed.
"I am bringing... peace to the lands..." I stared at his approach, still baffled to his living status. "Your soul... It was killed. I saw your body. I saw the Rune of Death itself upon thy corpse..."
"The Rune of Death, in these lands." He spoke with a deafening authority. The implication did not elude me.
"You suggest... a death from among the stars now walks among us..." I remembered the great rift that had changed the very nature of magicks in the land and robbed the reanimation of the Erdtree from the populace. I had thought it was an illness. Now...
"Not 'a'. 'The.' He spoke, growing closer.
"I shall handle them in time." I returned, standing more upright again. "Why are you here, dear brother?" I spoke with no small amount of distaste for him. Once, I had idolized him, but the ages of dreaming of peaceful days won with only words long gone. He was a fool. There's nothing more now.
"Stopping you from making a horrible mistake." He announced. "This is unthinkable, Miquella. You are branding people's very souls and twisting them to your will. This is not peace! These are chains by another name!" A fool, indeed.
"Perhaps I shall show you how it feels. You will understand then." I raised a hand, but a white light shielded him like a veil of fire that burned away my pure gold.
"Your worthless mind control will help you none!" He raised his hand as a marvelous shield formed across his forearm. It resembled the shard of a great volcano that had been stopped and chipped into the shape of a tower shield. A wall of pure stone that hummed with a deep warmth at its core. A relic of my brother's famed rescue of a farming village from a terrible eruption.
He swung it with a roar, but I caught it easily with my right hands and pushed ever so gently, sending him careening across the way. He landed with a hard snap, so I think at least one rib was lost. A pointless victory as I could hear it healing within his chest as he rose. He was healing extremely fast.
"You have damned yourself and all whose souls you have tainted, Miquella. Do you not see what you are doing?!" He barked angrily as he cracked his back, his stare only growing more vile. Such impudence.
"I do not have time for such pathetic whinging, Godwyn."
"Brother..."
"Sister." I corrected as I turned away. "Leave. Now." I ordered as simply as I could. He was making sicker every minute with his presence, and the labor to simply execute him now would be too tiring while he kept such protections.
"You will not just dismiss me!" He roared, charging towards me in a fury once more.
I waited until he was within striking distance. He was as much a slave to his rage as our mother. How comical. I turned my head only slightly as a strand of my beautiful hair hardened and speared backward. My eyes narrowed. Even this close?
The gilded spear whined against a thin flaming sheet over his chest, but his own fist was arrested by another lock of my hair mid-swing. "What is this?" I turned and rested my hand against the veil. It singed me, and I pulled my hand away in a sour growl.
"You truly have perverted every gift our mother gave you." He spat in my face, to which I took rather sharp offense and attempted to backhand it. I only managed to burn the back of my hand, and I think he could tell by the redness searing my face because he smirked. "Still so vain, Miquella."
My eyes narrowed, and I turned fully to face him. "Vain, am I?" I pressed forward, pushing with my spear against him as my hair kept his other fist apprehended. "You dare accuse me of such a sin?" I snarled violently at such a vile accusation. I was a work of art. Vanity was for those who saw above their true worth, such as my pathetic brother.
"If the shard fits." I felt my ichor boil nearly out of me.
"I am above such little powers, now." I retorted angrily. "Do not mock me by suggesting I still use Mother's inferior trinket of a broken power. I am far more than her or her blasted ring. I am a new God, the God of this world!" I roared as the air began to glow brighter, and the water became awash in lights. "How dare you! How dare you call me so weak and vain!"
"Miquella..." He answered, a bit shocked for some reason.
"And it is not Miquella anymore!" I roared as I lifted him by my hair and hurled him out of my beautiful paradise.
"Miquella!?" He shouted before disappearing through the horizon.
"It is Oriana, now."