The Dusk Born Sisters

The Death Mark

Death, the Cold One, Pale Father, he had many names and titles most weren't by his choice. Yet he didn't mind people having their own way of dealing with Death being a constant in everything. Things are born they live and die. Yet now he has a new problem to deal with.... Someone had done the unthinkable, they removed Death from the Natural Order of the world. Yes Death knew of the Lands Between as he watched it rise and fall with each Ruler in power.

That certain bitch in charge had done something that made even Death himself shudder in fear. Having sealed away Destined Death those who died didn't stay dead and that was a rightful thing to be afraid of. To live, to die, and repeat without any real rest. Death was sickened by this yet he couldn't do anything to fix this problem. Now that he thought about it there was only one person, aside from the Tarnished of No Renown, that caught his attention. It was a cloaked woman called Fia the Deathbed Companion.

She was interesting as she was one of Those who humbly live in Death. These people only wanted to restore the Natural Order by a different method instead of fighting. Fia was to give birth to an exulted noble after obtaining the warmth of other champions willingly through hugging them. Once she had enough warmth she would lay beside the noble and remain there until a child was born. The only downside was most of her fellow Deathbed Companions were hunted down and killed, Fia was the only one left. Well, at least the one Death has seen so far.

A soul just entering the Between of All.

The soul was young, that much was obvious, and had obviously been taken before its time. There was still a tether between the body and the soul, due to how recently said child had died. So, thinking quickly, Death reached out, reinforced the tether and pulled both body and soul to him. The body was in poor condition; covered in welts and bruises - obvious signs of abuse - but worst of all was the chemical burns around her eyes. Many treatments from Mortal Mages could likely remove the chemical burns and scars, though whether her eyesight would return... well, it would take a miracle, and right now, Death was in too much of a rush to attempt such a thing.

So, the girl's injuries had to remain, but Death quickly altered the fundamentals of the body. Ebony black hair became pure white, like freshly laid snow. Skin became as soft and colourless as the softest white silk. One of her hidden eyes, once a shocking emerald green, became a deep blue that shone like sapphire. He laid the poor little girl now a baby inside of Fia who was laying beside the body of Godwyn the Golden, the Prince of Death. She would be giving birth to the Prince or rather Princess of Death. Of course the rebirth of someone who died didn't have to allow the same gender as they had in their first life.

The Tarnished of No Renown made it to Fia's place of rest and soon found out that she was going to have a baby. One that would be the Guardian of Those Who Humbly Live In Death as was the goal of Fia, a Deathbed Companion. Everyone in the Lands Between knew of Godwyn the Golden's Death but not of which part had died fully. It was his spirit that had died but the body had become the source of the Deathroot. Fia was in a deep, deep sleep but her body was shuddering with contractions, she was giving birth. The Tarnished kneeled next to Fia and helped her bring her baby into this cruel and nearly lawless world.

The baby cried as the cold hit the little body covered in scares and welts. Wrapping the baby in a half ripped cloak he had worn for quite sometime. He looked to Fia who had woken up, and cried in joy.

"My Dear Prince of Death is reborn." She said handing over a satchel that held a locket with a few strands of her hair and an outfit similar to her own. "Raise the little one let her know of the truth. I fear my time is short, and this little lady will want to learn of me if you raise her. If she wishes to become like me please let her know of the truth hide nothing from her. That is all I ask of you, my dear."

The Tarnished nodded noticing the rune mark of Destined Death resting on her chest right where her heart was. Quickly thinking he pulled out a Flask of Crimson Tears gently tilting the flask to the baby's mouth. The little girl must have been hungry as she was drinking as much as she could without trying to waste any of Crimson Tears. The wounds that were opened closed but those would scar over and be a symbol of strength to all.

Leaving the base of the Deathroot the man sighed knowing all that was left was to be Elden Lord in order to ensure that this little lady would grow up without fear of persuasion like many had to fear now. He couldn't allow such a fate to befall this innocent soul.
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Gelebor, the Transited of No Renown, smiled knowing he had done it; the Elden Beast was defeated and Queen Marcia\Radigon, the bearer of the Elden Ring had been mended. The Age of the Duskborn had begun and those living in the Death wouldn't be hunted down anymore.

Having laid his daughter outside of this place so she wouldn't be hurt by the battle. He turned to retrieve her, but he hadn't named her yet so that was in order as he picked her up. Thinking on all of the girl names he knew of, Gelebor finally settled on the right one.

"Vivian SnowPeak." He said at last as his newly named daughter squeaked and babbled as the snowy hair baby girl finally settled down with another Flask of Crimson Tears in her belly.

Gelebor sat down in the Throne of the Elden Lord with his daughter in his arms. Fia's final wish would be granted and the choice would be presented when Vivian was old enough to pick for herself. But for now all the new Elden Lord had to do was raise his daughter to be a proper lady but still able to care for herself should anything happen to him. He sighed leaning his head back they both needed a good rest and right now Gelebor swore he could sleep for a century or longer. They both would sleep for a while until Vivian needed something and would voice her opinion. Chuckling Gelebor cradled his little girl to his chest as the white haired babe snoozed away and he laid down within a bed the Erdtree provided. This was one moment of many he wouldn't trade for the world and he would protect his baby girl with everything he had Greater Will and Outer Gods be damned.
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Lin-dol and Mela had disappeared and the Three Sisters had looked everywhere for the Magic Twins. Death however said Mela was in good hands. Lin-dol was nowhere to be found but he would be safe wherever he was healing. The two wouldn't go mad or go on killing sprees since both were still alive. The Sisters sighed in relief as they were still dealing from the last time Lin-dol went crazy from being born alone.

During the Black Death, he took out hundreds, if not thousands of people's lives by means of the plague at the time. He never fully recovered from the loss of Mela. Just like Mela never recovered from her loss. She had taken her anger out when Grindelwald started rising to power and killed several of his men and many of their male kin. She was driven to madness by her own magic that lived in balance with Lin-dol.

The Hunter and Archer were a balance that was easily switched by their shifting but when that string was broken... The madness lasted even after their mortal bodies died. The scars of that brake would remain long after.

They could only wait and see what would happen when Mela returned to Lin-dol's side as Sister of Magic and fellow hunter of souls.