Kind Miquella

How long was it...? Hours? Days? Weeks? It doesn't matter, you haven't been keeping track. You, a Tarnished of no renown, walk up the steps for what feel like the thousandth time. You've killed Legends, Demi-Gods, and even a God! But this enemy, by far, is the strongest foe you have ever faced. You walk through the fog wall, facing a resurrected Radahn. As he swings his massive blades, you dodge the attacks at the perfect angle, after fighting him many, MANY, times. He attacks, you dodge, you attack, the cycle repeats. After much time, Radahn kneels, plunging one of his swords to the ground, before slowly engulfing in flame. As that happens, the massive gate behind him opens, a golden light emerges, revealing a small boy with flowing golden locks and a white dress. "Lord Brother." He says. "At long last, you are returned." He walks to the edge of the gate and starts floating towards Radahn. "Tarnished One. Aspiring Lord of the Old Order." He refers to you. He then floats behind Radahn, wrapping his two spectral arms around Radahn's neck. "If you have known sin, if you grieve for this world, then yeild the path forward to us." He then turns his face towards you, his eyes closed. "To I, Miquella." He says, his real right arm into the air. "And my Promised Consort, Radahn." The fight resumes, you've been here before, plenty of times, and you have died, plenty of times, but now? Now, things are different. Radahn attacks, with Miquella casting spells, but you dodge each incoming attack perfectly! After so much time, you finally strike Radahn for the last time, plunging your blade into his neck. He drops his swords to the ground, before he falls himself. Miquella, still alive, looks up at you, opening his eyes to reveal that they're brown. "O' aspiring Lord of the Old Order, thou hast bested my Lord Brother, and I find thy strength... tantalizing!" He says as he lifts his dress, revealing his small cock and balls, and his massive hips and ass. "I promise you, a thousand year voyage guided by compassion. What say thee, o' Lord? Wilt thou be my consort?"