Elden Ring:After the end

Castle Morne has passed through several hands during its existence, from the Storm Sovereign's troops to Godrick's, from Godrick's to the demi-humans and from them into nothingness, before being retaken by the remnants of Godrick's troops. 

Basically something such as Sovereign of the Storm→Godrick→Semi-humans→Irreverence→Rebels, so many changes of hand made Castle Morne look in pretty bad shape. 

"On your legs! There I see an opening!"

Running at full speed to close the distance separating them from the huge golem, the frantic shouts imposing order are cut short by a huge flying projectile. 

It was an arrow easily the size of three adult humans in length, while its width was about the thickness of an adult tree, coupled with the launch speed... Such a projectile was an army destroyer. 

*Booom!*

A powerful explosion shook the earth, while irreconcilable pieces of flesh flew into the sky and felt like a macabre rain on the surroundings.

Noticing that the threat had been eradicated, the ancient golem that easily exceeds 25 to 30 meters in height draws its bow again, then takes aim at the next raiding party and releases the arrow. 

The wind was torn by the huge projectile, while the long, suffocating shadow seems like a final dictum for the foot soldiers. Just at that moment, when hope seemed lost, a powerful gust of wind and lightning struck the arrow. 

*Booooom* 

Chunks of rusted iron shoot out like shrapnel, causing an extensive layer of dust to rise upon impact with the earth. That layer of dust doesn't stay up for too long, as it is pierced by a small figure. 

"Ahhh!"

Letting out a barbarian roar full of power, Nepheli picks up the axe he just used to intercept the arrow and without thinking too much, sends it flying like a projectile into the golem's unprotected chest. 

"He's down! He's down!"

"Those with swords attack at his feet. Crossbowmen, quickly, restrain the golem's limbs with the ropes!"

"At your command"

Surrounding the ancient golem that had fallen to the ground from the force of Nepheli's attack, the troops begin to deliver blows to vulnerable areas, be they leg joints or hand joints. 

Molten metal resembling blood begins to pour from the golem, causing the green grasses of the plain to burn at the slightest touch and raising the ambient temperature. 

"Stop wasting time with that thing already, it's time to go for the castle elevator"

"At your orders!"

Responding briefly and swallowing a mouthful of saliva as Nepheli easily rips the axe from the golem's chest, the soldiers stop stabbing the fallen beast and march back towards the castle. 

Surprisingly there were no arrow shots, catapult launches or even troops visible on the castle walls the closer Nepheli's troops got. 

"Lower the elevator!"

"Lower the elevator!"

After the shout of the troops that had already taken the base of Morne Castle, they searched for the lever that controlled the elevator that led to the upper and most important area. 

Little by little and with the sound of rusty chains the elevator went down, even before reaching the bottom you could feel the nauseating smell coming from it. 

Finally what came down was indeed the elevator, but its entire structure was bathed in fresh red blood and there were even pieces of flesh scattered about. 

"It's... This is..."

"Ma'am... Nepheli"

"Step aside, I'll take care of this"

Forcibly pushing aside those who had been shocked by the scene, Nepheli maintains a deadpan face throughout and climbs into the elevator.

Satisfied with the "Safe Space" she had created after kicking the remains of bodies, Nepheli looks to the one who holds the lever in his hand and is activating the mechanism. 

The chains, stained with what is clearly blood and not rust, begin to lift the elevator upward, causing the ground to move away for a few seconds and then the sunlight hits Nepheli's face.

"W... What... What is this?"

Even she, a war hardened in the worst battles, is shocked by the sight before her eyes. It was no longer something that mere words could describe... the brutality, destruction and bloodthirstiness of such an event... It was simply inhuman.

From the walls hung charred and dismembered corpses, while in the center of the square a mountain of bleeding limbs could be seen. There was nothing living in the castle, be it animals, semi-human slaves or simple servants... Every living thing seems to have merged into that shapeless mass of mountain. 

...Further away... 

"Was it necessary to do that, priestess?"

On the remains of the shattered tower, one of which belongs to the outer walls of Castle Morne, the same one where the tortoise-shell shield is located, stands two people.

The first and the one who opened the conversation is Shabriri, he continues with his disturbing smile on his face, although that doesn't seem to bother the second person. 

"They were going to end up like that anyway... Just go ahead and offer her some help while you're at it"

Holding both hands in front of her belly demurely, the young lady who wears covered eyes and high society clothes, smiles at Shabriri before explaining.

"You have too much confidence in her, priestess. Those aberrations cannot feel the love of our god, so they should merely stay in their graves"

"You are right, but how much of our god's love could we spread from here? Better to give these pawns to those dead, they will spread our god's love without us doing anything"

Clearly the "Love" of the God of Frenzied Flame is not love per se, but a metaphor for something more twisted... More chaotic, the perfect breeding ground for his powers. 

"Are we going to do it in the departure city too?"

Accepting the priestess' rather cryptic explanation, Shabriri turns her face and stares at the great plumes of smoke rising from Castle Morne. 

"The more undead they have, the better the breeding ground for our god in the Midlands"

"Ahh, the love of our god will bathe these lands... Even if it is at the hands of such abhorrent beings"

Clenching her hands even tighter covering her eyes, Shabriri fails to make the yellowish tears of pure bliss stop, but even seem to be increasing. 

"It's time to go, no more time to waste... It's clear that he's not here"

"That traitorous lord, how dare he deceive our god! Also that Goddess of Rot, how dare he put his nose into our affairs!"

Proving to be an extreme fanatic, Shabriri seems ready to duel with Malenia and Aldrich if both were in front of him, even with both at the same time if necessary.

Obviously Shabriri's hatred for Aldrich stems from his betrayal of the God of the Frenzied Flame, his refusal to be his chosen Lord. On the other hand, the fury towards Malenia is because of the immaculate gold needle, the same one you can use and seal the Frenzied Flame.