Notes: Holler if there's any spelling mistakes or incomplete sentences.
Empyrean
Prologue
Most would be delirious or terrified.
Not him.
He could only ever be curious in times like these.
"This is..."
A young boy, with golden hair, equally golden eyes, and a lengthy white robe with golden accessories, stood before a great tree.
One he had not seen before.
It was not golden, like the erdtree.
Nor was it massive, like his haligtree.
But it was a great tree, nonetheless.
And the apples on this tree made his stomach growl.
He reached for one, wrapping his small hand around the skin of and apple and-
"Halt, intruder!"
...
Never had this happened.
Not in the long years of the existence of his father's creation.
The home of angels and saved humans had never, ever, been breached.
Not even the fallen one would dare try.
"All of you, to the gates! There could be more!"
"No, to the seventh! The intruder must be after the system!"
"Where are the seraphs!?"
Heaven, from the first to the sixth, were in complete alarm, sirens blaring through residential areas, retired fighters taking up the sword or spear to find the intruder.
Just one single person.
...
He could feel the power.
They all could.
It was holy, divine, like-
"Brother!"
"Gabriel, Raphael, go down to the fifth!"
"Aye!"
"Yes, brother!"
Things were a mess, but it was on his shoulders to fix it.
He was so tired.
"Metatron, Raguel, to the third!"
"Dattabayo!"
"On it, big brother!"
Truly, he hoped things would just end here.
This was too much right now.
"Sari-"
"We found them! The intruder!"
"Where?!"
He snapped at the one who spoke, Remiel.
She looked frightened, speaking to him, as if an unforgivable crime was being committed.
"The fourth! He's at the tree! Uriel and a small detachment of six wings are already there!"
An unforgivable crime was being committed.
"No..."
Michael stormed out of the room, not giving a second glance, ignoring the calls of his brothers and sisters as he let out his twelve golden wings and took flight.
...
"Is it thine nature to attack the innocent?"
he asked, curiously tilting his head, as winged, humanoid entities with discs above their heads, leveled spears, swords, arrows, and spells at him, all made of glowing light.
"Silence, intruder! You have done the unforgivable, invading this sacred place and-"
He could care less, really.
There was a delicious golden apple in his hand, currently half-eaten.
He took another bite.
"STOP EATING THAT!"
Oh, the knowledge, it was flooding his head!
This world was magnificent!
The possibilities, the land, everything!
He decided then and there, this was to be he and his twin's home now.
"UNFORGIVABLE, HEATHEN!"
The winged being leading the others manifested a flaming sword in his hands, slashing before Miquella.
Of course, it only took a wave of his short arm to counter it.
FWOOSH
"W-wha...?"
"How...?"
"H-he... he blocked it?!"
The angels behind the leader gaped in shock, taking small steps back.
The leader himself glanced down at his flaming blade in confusion.
"Impossible."
Miquella, finishing the tasty fruit, tossed the core behind him, finally acknowledging the leader.
"Not for I."
The attack was far too slow for-
He sensed it easily.
'A surprise attack?'
SWISH
"It was no intent of mine to invade this sanctuary of thee."
He appeared some distance away from the group, now numbering one more.
The one who had attempted to behead him from behind shared a glace with the others.
'Twelve wings on two... both leaders, then? Seraphs?'
He took mental note of his findings, the fruit he'd just eaten giving him the information. Nay, the wisdom.
"Uriel, wait, he could be-"
"He isn't, Michael! He ate the fruit!"
The one called Michael snapped his eyes to him, fury burning in emerald orbs.
"You... You are not father!"
'Father? That dead god?'
"He is an intruder and a criminal! Uriel!"
"Aye brother! The rest of you, provide cover fire!"
""Yes, brother Uriel!""
And suddenly, the nonexistent negotiations broke out into a full-fledged battle.
'Very well, then.'
Miquella had never been one for fighting. If anything, he hated it.
But that did not mean he could not fight.
"Uriel, on me!"
The two leaders rushed down the middle, the one called Uriel stabbing out his flaming sword, aimed at his chest. The one called Michael formed a light spear in his hand, taking a leap and swinging overhead. The other angels behind the two spread out, bows in hand and magic circles appearing at their backs, spears and swords held within.
'A useless endeavor.'
The eyes of the two charging him widened, as a golden magic circle appeared beneath his feet, bearing the sigil of a tree.
"Goodbye. Pray we do not meet again."
They would most likely be enemies from here out, but he didn't mind.
He did not mean to make enemies this quickly in this place, earth, but he had no choice. It was not his fault he appeared here.
"You won't get away!"
"FIRE!"
The six-winged angels launched their projectiles in the sky, the weaponry falling above his head.
The two leaders' attacks were about to hit his body, one flaming and one glowing golden.
But Miquella took pride in his cast speed.
FLASH
He was gone before anything connected.
...
"Hup..."
He landed gracefully onto solid ground; eyes momentarily widened in awe.
A desert, as far as his divine enhanced sight could see.
He looked downward as well, even more shocked.
Miqulla was standing atop a great, pyramid-shaped structure.
"Incredible..."
He glanced to his left and right, seeing two more.
And in front of him, a great city.
The apple he had gluttonously ravaged had given him information on everything.
He was in Egypt, standing on the peak of the great pyramid, looking down on the capital city, Cairo.
"Freedom..."
He raised his head to the heavens, challenging the gods he knew were watching.
'The ever-secretive Egyptian deities, hm?'
His twin would've slain half of their brood already, if he gave her the order.
He had goals, in this new world and its many pantheons.
But, first, he needed to find his little sister.
"O' Malenia, where art thou?"
He could only wonder about such a thing.
Was she home, awaiting him in the haligtree?
Was she in Leyndell, rebuilding the elden ring?
Was she here?
'Too many possibilities...'
She wasn't dead, he knew that much.
Nothing could kill the severed one.
Not even her fate, if he had anything to say about it.
He would need to find her, before putting his plans into motion.
He fingered the little sapling in his pocket, a sly smile on his innocent face.
He would never call himself a thief, but he did just steal a sapling from that tree of wisdom.
It was better off in his hands, being used, rather than collecting dust as those angels were doing with theirs.
With this, he could grow a great, new tree on this earth. Something akin to the haligtree, at least.
And create a home for him and his sister.
'Troublesome.'
All in due time, though.
Miquella formed a bow of gold in his left hand, and a silver arrow in his right.
He'd taken inspiration from that spell of Loretta's, her magic greatbow.
This one he could use with his weak body, taking down opponents with ease.
The silver arrow's tip released a light purple mist, as he nocked it on his bow and set it.
The mists of slumber put anything to sleep, if he was the one casting it.
He aimed his bow to the sky above, slight irritation in his eyes.
'You are not sneaky.'
Above the clouds, a massive, black-scale dragon hovered, its three large eyes trained on him.
"So, you are here, sun god."
Its voice alone was powerful, as it spoke to Miquella.
'This is... Apophis, is it? And it assumes I am...'
"Thou are incorrect, great dragon. I am not-"
"SILENCE!"
Miquella pouted, although his golden eyes never left the dragon's.
"YOU SHARE HIS AURA; THEREFORE, YOU MUST BE RA!"
He was most definitely not, considering he'd hoped for an eclipse back home. He even created an order just to attempt to revive his older half-brother.
He would forever despise Ranni for murdering the golden one.
"I shall repeat, I am not-"
'So impatient.'
The dragon roared, clouds below it turning to rain as the massive dragon finally took flight, aiming itself at Miquella.
"I see..."
The demigod huffed, finally releasing his arrow, whilst creating defensive barriers overhead to absorb the obvious magical rain.
BOOM
The release nearly knocked him to his rear, dust flying around him as the arrow took flight in the rain, aimed at the dragon's head.
"FOOL! A MERE ARROW!"
Underestimation was something every great warrior was taught or learned not to indulge in.
And the evil dragon had done just that.
The arrow didn't make any sound as it dug into the flesh of the dragon's nostril.
It didn't need to. Miquella knew it landed.
"Hmph."
He sighed, his golden bow dissipating as he watched Apophis' flight path bend.
Its massive three eyes rolled back, instead of closing, the great evil dragon succumbing to sleep in the air.
'Oops...'
Unfortunately, Miquella completely forgot to consider one thing.
Cairo.
CRASH
He couldn't hear the screams this far away, but he had a great feeling they wouldn't appreciate a stupidly gigantic dragon instantly flattening a great portion of their city.
And to make matters worse, the impact had woken the dragon up, making it thrash about, causing even more destruction to the capital and its inhabitants.
It was far too late to stop Apophis now from outright destroying the city entirely, possibly even the pyramids he was at.
He took a breath, releasing a good half of the aura of an empyrean demigod, watching the dragon finally get onto its legs from his vantage point.
Miquella could feel the eyes on him, dozens, hundreds, thousands of scrying spells aimed between him and the dragon.
He shouldn't really attract any more attention, but the dragon was an enemy he'd rather not face later.
He resummoned his golden bow.
...
"M-monster... that's a fucking monster!"
"They're both fucking monsters, pick one!"
The entire cadre of Grigori, save Satanael the traitor, were watching, commenting.
Even the lower ranked fallen stopped in their tracks to watch the proceedings.
The entire supernatural world was most likely watching, too.
Azazel was very conflicted, as were all the others.
How could one, with the very same aura as their selfless father, their perfect god, do something like this.
They knew it wasn't him. It couldn't be. He was dead dead, never to resurrect in any way.
Which meant someone with the same aura as father's was currently slaughtering millions of humans without a second glance.
Azazel could feel his aura from here, in the fucking underworld.
And what were the Egyptian gods even doing to stop this?
Nothing.
Where the hell were they?
...
"Sirzechs..."
The four satans, surprisingly, were all here.
They too were watching the grand battle.
"Serafall, we can't..."
He would've laughed if the room wasn't so full of anxiety.
Ajuka could only stare with the rest of them, watching the god in the body of a child form a magic circle from outstretched hands, deflecting and redirecting the massive ball of pure darkness into the great pyramid, destroying a third of it instantly.
Swords of golden light came up from the earth, countering lances of darkness from the skies.
Ajuka was both fascinated and... afraid.
He was powerful and took pride in that.
He could beat Apophis, with a little preparation. He still might have a little trouble, but he'd win.
This god, however? The one taking the shape of a child?
Was playing with Apophis, as if he were truly a child, playing with a new toy.
And Sirzechs wanted to go out there?
What, to die?
Ajuka licked his lips, probabilities making themselves known to him.
They, together, would lose.
It was only a twelve percent chance of winning, including Serafall.
Falbium being included lowered the probability, too.
Fuck that.
...
He giggled as the dragon plummeted, crashing through the pyramid before him.
"Have you quite given up?"
"NEVER!"
Apophis, despite his great size, reemerged quickly, swinging his massive arm at the earth, tearing rock and blowing sand away as he attempted to swipe at his enemy.
Miquella flashed away instantly, reappearing in the sky and sending a new rain of golden swords down at the dragon, magic circles always above his head to absorb the dark rain.
The dragon leapt into the air, blowing out a great mass of water from its maw, the attack ultimately failing and falling above what was left of the capital of Egypt.
'Tenacious...'
The dragon would wrap itself in that dark water magic, dissolving whatever attack Miquella threw at it.
He could've ended this battle from the very beginning, or even right now.
He wasn't a battle freak, not like Malenia.
But he was enjoying this little exercise.
Even if he had just taken part in killing twenty million innocent people.
"Time to finish this, yes?"
He suggested, glancing upward as the rain finally stopped, the dragon landing a little before him.
"NEVER HAVE I BEEN THIS HUMILIATED. NOT EVEN BY MY RIVAL."
The form of the dragon slowly changed, its body shrinking until Apophis was that of a humanoid figure.
"You are not Ra; I can see that now. You feel like... Yahweh. What is your name?"
'Finally, he is not enraged anymore.'
Miquella sighed, patting down his billowing robe. Where did his underwear go?
"I am Miquella, of a land one could not find in this world."
The dragon, now man, nodded solemnly.
He was a bit tall, wearing the attire of a noble, the dark robe going well with his tanned skin. In this form, he only had two eyes.
"I am Apophis, evil dragon of the east. It was... not my intention to destroy the homeland of my archenemy, truthfully."
Miquella was a bit surprised at that.
There had to be at least only a few dozens of survivors, after the two had destroyed the capital city of Egypt, as well as its three neighboring pyramids.
Now this dragon was showing remorse.
"I am called an evil dragon, and I instantly lose my temper, but... I did not mean for this."
This was getting far too dramatic for his liking.
"Then, will you pay reparations with your own death, perhaps?"
The man's demeanor changed, and he snorted in response to Miquella's question.
"Nah."
Miquella's eye twitched.
'Seriously?'
"Then... what will you do?"
The man reached into the pockets of his pants, retrieving a small strip of paper.
Miquelle's mind found the answer.
A business card?
"I am a part of a group that wants... peace, freedom, in our own way."
Miquella accepted the card, scanning over the words.
'Khaos... brigade?'
Yeah, no.
"You have proven yourself. It would be a shame for our enemies, now your own, to get their hands on you, so-"
"I shall pass on this invitation, thank you."
Apophis showed a bit of irritation at being interrupted and declined.
"Surely you-"
Boring.
SPLAT
He let his guard down, really?
"Ughhh..."
Miquella stepped aside, hearing the man draw his final breath as he faceplanted into the sand, most of his head missing.
The demigod smiled, launching more golden knives into the man's corpse.
'Better to make sure he has ceased.'
He wanted to dance, smiling innocently as he praised himself.
He knew not a single being that could cast quicker than him.
Not even father, or rather, mother, the lying whore.
And thanks to becoming one with the haligtree for a period, even if removed by Mohg-
He had nearly achieved it.
It was like an itch he couldn't reach to scratch.
Miquella was right on the verge of godhood.
He was right there.
He felt giddy, as excited as a kid watching his first execution.
Miquella's curse of eternal youth was more than just not growing.
He'd forever have the mindset of a child, wanting to toy with things and pouting when he couldn't.
Malenia, and even all his other siblings called him the wisest of them all, regardless.
And he was.
His creations-
His ideas-
His charms-
His magic-
Unparalleled.
Unalloyed gold, fundamentalism, the mists of partial or eternal slumber, the powers of an Empyrean god-
They were all him.
He didn't need a list of the ten strongest in this world to know he was at number one.
If he used the full might of his power, his aura-
He could change the world itself with but a mere thought.
Such is an Empyrean.
Such is a god of kindness and abundance.
Such is Miquella, the unalloyed.
"Yawwwnnnn..."
He watched as the sun set, the scrying spells dissipating one by one.
Since nobody else wanted to try him, it was time to find a place for his sapling.
Just where would be the perfect place to grow the future greatest kingdom on planet Earth?
Who knows?
...
The Egyptian pantheon, the entirety of the deities, from the first to the last, had made council.
It was rare for usual rivals and enemies to be this friendly.
Horus and set were literally sitting together.
They all shared one thing, each god and retainer of the ancient lands of Egypt.
They were afraid.
Or... they were afraid.
They were all dead now.
Even Ra.
Even Anubis.
Even Osiris, an aspect of death itself.
All because-
Nobody was faster than her.
Nobody survived her waterfowl dance, and its unrivaled speed and range.
She could no longer say she never knew defeat.
But she would never lose again.
She was the blade of Miquella, still.
His enemies were her own, no matter who they were.
Her twin was her other half-
One a sword-
One a spell.
One the unalloyed-
The other the severed.
They were the cursed twins, the two powerful empyrean twins.
Malenia stretched out her two flawless, flesh and bone limbs, looking down at her equally normal legs with a small smile.
"O' Miquella, I shall locate thee, posthaste."
Malenia flicked blood from her borrowed spear, feeling an immense magic running through its shaft. Her own magic.
She felt his presence, if but for a moment.
And he felt more powerful than ever.
She couldn't wait to see him again.
Her Miquella.
Chapter End
Notes: So uhhhhhhhhhhh...
I decided to rewrite the Miquella fic, with a new name and all. I got around to watching some lore videos on him, and realized just how oc I made him. This fic should show him and Malenia better.
I'm breaking canon again with this one, like, severely breaking canon.
This fic will focus mainly on them, so don't expect anything with dxd characters and their sides. Only the ones I might have join the side of the twins, if I do decide to.
Also, I don't on dxd or elden ring, but hey, I'll write an amazing fic eventually. Believe it!
That's it, though. Hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Let me know if the Egyptian bozos or Apophis died too easily. Characters from elden ring kinda outscale basically everything dxd has, now that I have specifics on Malenia/ Miquella's levels.
See y'all... probably after the dlc releases. I'll be grinding that, and whatnot.