Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Once upon a time, the burning pain made Malekith suffer a lot, even humiliated. He looked at his charred skin marked by the gods. It was a mark of failure. As great as his father? No! The mark bestowed by the gods was a punishment for him. Every scar and every inch of charred skin was mocking him.

But now, everything is different.

The flames had gone out, but the remaining power was still surging in his body. However, he could no longer feel the burning pain he had felt before, because he had already mastered it.

Now he is stronger than ever, not because he no longer suffers. But under the influence of Dacus, the way he looks at pain has changed. Dacus's existence makes him re-examine his past, those mistakes, those despairs. He is no longer the anxious and resentful being, but a strong man who has transformed from pain!
Only by controlling yourself can you control others. This is what Dacus taught him, and it is also his current principle.

He knew his mother was coming, and he also knew what she was coming for, but his mother never realized this and still tried to control her as before.

"Shut up!"

Malekith's roar seemed to tear out from the depths of his throat, and his anger devoured his original rationality. He swung his fist violently and hit Morathi's face hard. The fist, with the coldness of armor, instantly touched Morathi's cheek, making a dull sound of impact.

This angry punch made Morathi lose her balance, and she fell backwards, straight and heavily to the ground. There was no trace of surprise in her eyes. She knew this would happen before she came to Naggarond. She knew that her son would do this after she said these words. Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. She didn't say a word, but looked at Malekith with cold eyes.

Malekith did not stop after throwing this punch. He followed closely, clenched his fists, and attacked again ruthlessly.

The second punch, with greater fury and power, hit Morathi's already swollen cheek, the edge of the armor cut her skin, blood spurted out. With the sound of bone cracking, her head tilted to one side, blood in her mouth dripped down her chin, and deep bruises and scratches appeared on her face.

However, Malekith did not stop.

The third punch was even more ferocious, ruthlessly hitting the same place, directly hitting the wound that had just broken. Morathi's face was swollen and almost deformed, blood splattered everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of blood. Her breathing became rapid, and she even groaned a few times, but she still did not beg for mercy, but stared at Malekith with painful and cold eyes.

Surrounded by rage, Malekith stood in front of Morathi, panting, his fist stained with Morathi's blood, but he had no regrets. His heart was surging with mixed emotions, anger, pain, betrayal, but the deepest was a desire that had never been satisfied.

"My child, you... didn't use magic." Morathi raised her head with difficulty. Although there was blood on the corner of her mouth, she still managed a mocking smile. "It seems that what you learned from your father is indeed useful."

If Malekith had any expression at this moment, it would definitely be livid, but unfortunately... he didn't know. However, this did not matter as he felt a string deep in his heart being touched when he heard the word "father". He took a step forward suddenly, and the anger that had dissipated originally erupted in his chest again, roaring like thunder.

"You have no right to mention my father! You don't deserve it!"

His voice was filled with pain and anger, and every word seemed to cut through the air like a blade. Then, his fist hit out again mercilessly, and the iron fist wrapped in armor hit Morathi's face hard, making a sickening muffled sound.

This punch was more ferocious than any previous one. Morathi's body was knocked backwards again. Her face was covered with blood and bruises. Her cheeks were almost completely swollen. The blood in her mouth and neck kept dripping from her chin to the ground.

"Don't be silly, look at you now, this is... you! The real you! Malekith!"

However, even so, she still did not completely give in. Her breath was squeezed out intermittently from her swollen lips, and her eyes still had a provocative gleam.

Malekith's chest rose and fell violently, and he looked at his mother in front of him, hatred and pain intertwined in his heart. He wanted to refute, but his returning rationality suppressed his impulse, and at this moment, he thought of the past again.

When he returned to Ulthuan from the Chaos Wastes and conquered Tar Anlek, something similar happened between him and his mother. He could have slashed his mother's neck with his sword that time, but he didn't. In the end, he reached a political agreement with his mother. (Chapter 103)
When did the collapse begin? Malekith had thought about this question more than once, and he thought it was at that time.

The wheel of power turns.

Things began to develop in a positive direction. The news of his victory spread throughout Ulthuan. After he took control of Anlek, he subdued the rebels in other places. Those rebel commanders who supported Morathi were treated leniently by him, and the rebel commanders turned around and swore allegiance to him again.

In addition to the army, Morathi also secretly ordered her cultists to stop their previous actions, with most of their members disappearing from view while their leaders lurked in the towns and mountains of Nagarythe.

He sent word to the other rulers of Ulthuan that order had been restored, and celebrations were held across the island.

His mother was escorted to Tar Anlok by him, along with three Safri Archmages who were responsible for preventing Morathi from performing any sorcery. Ironically, with the beginning of the Great Sundering, these three Archmages became his enemies. But this did not prevent him from being unaware of what was going to happen in the future, and he walked through towns and villages incognito with great humility, avoiding the resentment of the enslaved elves on his mother.

When he arrived at the Phoenix King's court and saw Barshana, he lifted his hood, and a lot of things happened.

"My Lord and my princes, this is a day of omen. As I vowed, I bring before you my mother, Morathi, the Witch Queen of Nagarythe."

At that time, Morathi was not as bruised as she is now. She threw away her cloak and wore a flowing blue dress. Her hair was tied up with shining sapphires and her eyelids were painted with sky blue powder. She looked like a completely defeated queen, depressed but not regretful.

"You stand before us, accused of inciting rebellion against the Phoenix King and an attack on the territories of the Princes of Ulthuan," Baalshana charged.

"I did not launch an attack on Nagarythe's borders, nor did the people of Nagarythe seek war with other kingdoms," Morathi replied calmly, her eyes meeting the eyes of each prince one by one.

"You want to portray yourself as a victim? In front of us?"

"The rulers of Nagarythe are never victims."

"You deny the allegiance of those extravagant cults to you?"

"They serve the gods, you can't accuse me of the existence of these cults."

"You at least admit to having a rebellious heart! Didn't you plot against my father and try to overthrow him?"

These words were spoken by Barshana's son, who died in the Temple of Asuryan twenty years later.

"I hold the Phoenix King in the highest regard, and I expressed my opinion at the first council, but the others chose to ignore my wisdom. My loyalty is always to the prosperity and strength of Ulthuan and its people, and I will not change my opinion easily, and my concerns have not yet been allayed."

"She's a serpent!" Imrik roared.

Although he and Imrik had a bad relationship and later became enemies, drawing swords against each other on the battlefield, he believed that Imrik was right...

"Who will be the Elf who slays Queen Aenarion? Which of the great princes here is willing to take on that honor?" Morathi laughed, a laugh full of contempt that echoed through the hall with a threatening tone.

"I do!" Imrick stood up.

"I can't allow this to happen," he said, standing in front of his mother.

"You swore to me in this hall that you were ready to accept this outcome. Are you going to break your oath now?"

"I have not forsaken the oath I swore to show mercy to all who ask for mercy. My mother need not die. Her blood will only satisfy Prince Caledor's vengeance."

He still remembers clearly what he said at that time.

"This is not revenge, but justice. Blood debt must be repaid with blood!" Imrik retorted.

"If she's alive, she's still a threat and she can't be trusted."

"I cannot make that decision. Let the Phoenix King decide. His will is greater than the oaths of the princes. Are the words of the son of Aenarion so unworthy of any weight, or are there still enough nobility in the princes of Ulthuan to show mercy and forgiveness?"

He posed the question to Barshana.

"Morathi must be punished for her crimes. I cannot exile her anywhere without her returning more resentful and ambitious than before. Since she has enslaved others, she will also lose her freedom. She will be held in a room in this palace, guarded day and night. No one may see her unless I give her my permission.

Remember this, Morathi, the death penalty is not a complete exemption. You live because I allow it. If you attempt in any way to betray or harm my rule, you will be killed immediately without trial or defense. Your words are worthless, and I offer your life as the price of your compliance. Accept these terms, or die."

After some deliberation, Barshana made a decision.

"Your request is not excessive. I am willing to be your prisoner."

With Morathi imprisoned, he returned to Anlek to ensure that the cultists who still controlled parts of the kingdom did not cause trouble. On the surface, order was restored, but in reality, Anlek's emissaries had greater reach and influence throughout the kingdom. As time went on, Ulthuan felt safer again, but this was only an illusion, thanks to his careful planning.

The cultists began to regroup secretly one by one, and now they were more cautious than before. The leaders communicated with each other through secret channels, and the leaders appeared in Anlek with new appearances, serving as advisors and counselors.

He hid the priests in his own court and threatened to expose their identities in order to ensure their loyalty.

For twenty years, Ulthuan enjoyed relative peace.

He often traveled to Tal Anlok to discuss matters with Barshana, and he often expressed regret that he had not been able to capture all of his mother's minions. He offered aid to other kingdoms, and he spent as much time in the palaces of princes as he did in Anlek, which greatly promoted harmony and friendship, and many young princes began to support him.

On the twentieth anniversary of his mother's imprisonment, he went to Anlok alone and obtained the Phoenix King's permission to have a private meeting with his mother. They met in the gorgeous gardens in the center of the palace, and the tall hedges shielded them from the outside world. They walked on the green lawn, and the sound of fifty fountains covered their whispered conversation.

"How was Barshana's hospitality?" he asked, walking arm in arm with his mother down a path lined with cherry trees in bloom.

"I endure what I have to endure."

Morath led him to an ornate light-wood bench and sat down side by side, the mother's hand on her son's knee and the son's hand on his mother's shoulder.

He clearly remembered that they were silent for a while, their faces turned to the bright sky, the warmth of the sun bathing their skin. Finally, it was he who broke the silence.

"Anlek is functioning normally, and my kindness is now well-known. The cultists captured by the princes asked for a chance to repent like you did. They came to Anlek, and I listened to their confessions and apologies." "How many people are hiding under your protection?"

"There are thousands and thousands of them, all of whom are loyal to me."

"So you're ready to take action?"

"Not yet. Imrik is still trying to thwart me in the court of the Phoenix King."

"Imric would never be won over by you, he is jealous of you, and he is very clever. He guessed our intentions, but could not prove any wrongdoing on our part."

"Nagaris has not yet united."

"how so?"

"There are some princes and nobles who are still afraid of my power. Eloran of the Anar family is the leader among them. They hope to exercise self-government in their territory in the mountains."

"Then Eloran must be eliminated." Morathi responded simply.

"I can't. Last time, his influence increased greatly. Not only do some of the nobles of Nagarythe hold him in high esteem, but there are also some commanders in the army who are controlled by him. Before I can destroy him, I need him to lose his prestige first."

"Leave it to me. You will receive the message when the time is right." Morathi was silent for a moment, her eyes narrowed, and she fell into deep thought. After a moment, she gave the answer.

"I will not ask you what your plan is, however, I do not understand how you can operate here with the Phoenix King right beside you and so many eyes and ears."

"Trust your mother, I have my own way."

The sky gradually turned gray, and dark clouds covered the sun. In the shadows, the two stood up and walked back to the palace in silence, each with their own thoughts in their hearts.

As Morathi had expected, Imrik remained suspicious of his motives, and rejected his overtures of alliance and friendship, though this mattered little, for through subtle rumors and sly insinuations he spread the idea that Imrik was jealous of his popularity.

Moreover, he never openly expressed his dissatisfaction with Imrik, but always praised Imrik's achievements and noble bloodline. He said more than once that if it were not for fate, Imrik's father should have become the Phoenix King instead of Baalshana.

While on the surface this was great praise, it had the desired effect, as the other princes were already jealous of Caledor's position. This statement fueled the jealousy of those princes, who believed that Imrik was resentful that his father had not been chosen by the Council.

One thousand six hundred and sixty-eight years after he first bent the knee to Baalshanar, he was ready, needing a catalyst to spur the other princes into action. Through a carefully orchestrated series of events, he planned to plunge Ulthuan once again into temporary chaos so that he could rise from the flames of conflict and claim his rightful throne.

It was peaceful at first, with Eloran being arrested because evidence showed that the Anar family had been corrupted by the Asati worshippers.

But soon, he misjudged the influence of the Anar family and the controllability of the cult, and the development of the situation was out of his control.
For twenty years the cultists had hidden, plotted, and grown, attacking the soldiers of the rulers of Ulthuan on unheard orders, desecrating temples to other gods, and kidnapping the unwary.

When Eloran was arrested, Nagarythe fell into chaos, accusations and counter-accusations spread from the town, and soon violence followed. He still does not know who started the killing first, and soon fierce fighting broke out between those who supported the Anar family and the cultists.

What began as a battle in Nagarythe quickly spread to the rest of Ulthuan, as cultists emerged from the shadows to attack the princes everywhere. Palaces were burned, citizens were slaughtered in the streets, and Ulthuan was plunged into bloody infighting.

Amid the chaos, he strives to restore order, but even his army is divided by factions vying for power, loyalties are torn apart, and even brother turns against brother. Some princes turn against him and support the cult, while others remain neutral, waiting to see what impact this latest struggle for power will have on Nagarythe.

Eventually, the populace grew hostile to his rule, and fighting between Anlek's army and the cultists spread to Anlek, forcing him to leave with three thousand of his loyal men and seek refuge in Barshana.

Afterwards, he had a conversation with Baalshana, but he did not get what he wanted from the conversation. Baalshana appointed Imrik as the commander-in-chief instead of him. Disappointed and angry, he went to find his mother again. After that, Baalshana died. After that, something happened in the Temple of Asuryan that changed his life and the history of the elves. The Great Schism began...

Malekith stood there, his figure like a silent iron tower, the orange-red flame in his eyes seemed to never stop, burning the anger and resentment in his heart. It was a kind of anger that had been buried for a long time, gradually accumulating with every betrayal and control. Fragments of memories kept flashing by, his father's back, his mother's control, his inner resentment, the shackles of power, and countless past pains and hatreds surged towards him like a tide.

He suddenly lowered his body, the fire in his eyes became more intense, and his iron hand stretched out, grabbing Morathi's throat without hesitation.

Before Morathi could react, the cold steel had already locked her trachea tightly. Her eyes widened instantly, congested with fear and pain, and her hands weakly slapped Malekith's arm, but the weak struggle was meaningless under Malekith's iron fist.

She was lifted up like a tattered rag doll. Her feet gradually left the ground and she kicked in vain. Her face quickly turned from pale to purple, her breathing became rapid, and a low choking sound came from her throat.

However, even in this feeling of dying and suffocation, her eyes still held a last bit of stubbornness, because she knew that this was the only way she could control Malekith at the moment.

Today, unlike the past...the relationship between mother and son was completely broken with the death of Alisara.

"You will never understand what I have endured, mother." Malekith's voice was low and cold, as if it came from the abyss. His hand was still firmly locked around Morathi's throat, and his strength did not decrease at all. "You just..."

Morathi's hands fell down helplessly, the blood and bruises on her face became more hideous as she suffocated, the sound coming from her throat became weaker and weaker, and the light in her eyes began to dim slowly. Her life was slipping away quickly, but the sharp corners of her mouth seemed to still have the last bit of stubbornness left, as if telling some unfinished prophecy.

Malekith's hands trembled slightly, and he stared at Morathi with cold eyes. He knew that if he exerted a little more force, his mother's life would end completely. And that meant that his shackles would also disappear forever.

However, at that moment, his hand hesitated. Was it the last remaining blood relationship with Morathi? Or was it the doubt about the power deep in his heart? Or was it something else? He didn't know. The tension and repression in the air seemed to condense into an invisible film, covering the mother and son.

Finally, he slowly loosened his hand because he got the answer and he knew what he wanted to do.

Morathi's body fell weakly to the ground, coughing violently, her face a purple color from dying, her hands tightly covering her throat, gasping for breath.

Malekith coldly watched Morathi fall to the ground helplessly. At the moment of falling, his heart was filled with complex emotions. Anger, disgust, and an indescribable disappointment, but more of a sense of loneliness that was difficult to get rid of. How he wished that Daquus could be by his side at this moment. He turned and walked forward, trying to get rid of his mother's shadow. He tried to suppress the chaos in his heart and let himself start thinking.

Daxus...if it were him, what would he do?
He thought about it, trying to put himself in Dacus's shoes. Dacus was different from him. In his impression, he was a calm, rational and strategic person, a person who was rarely swayed by emotions. Even in the most complicated and difficult moments, Dacus could always remain calm, as if he was always standing on a high place, watching all the games and conflicts with a cold eye.

If Dacus faced this confrontation, faced Morathi's manipulation and provocation, how would he respond? In other words, now that he has Dacus's personality, how should he do it?

Dacus would never act impulsively, nor would he let his emotions get out of control because of a momentary anger. Dacus would first assess the situation and look for the most advantageous option, rather than making a choice based on momentary emotions. Dacus might not take action, at least not as directly as he did. Dacus would use his advantages to conduct a cold psychological warfare to break the opponent's will, without even any violence.

Malekith couldn't help but smile bitterly. He knew the difference between his character and Dacus's. Especially when facing Morathi, it was always difficult to suppress the resentment in his heart. Dacus also had emotions, but he rarely let emotions override reason. This was why Dacus could go so far. Even if emotions override reason, Dacus would find ways to find the best solution.

He stopped and clenched his fists. He no longer worried about whether he should be as calm and restrained as Dacus. He knew that although Dacus was a friend he trusted, everyone had their own way in the game.

And he, Malekith, will take control of everything in his own way, break the shackles his mother has placed on him, and give his mother a surprise.

"No threat should be ignored, especially those forces hiding in the shadows." Malekith's low words echoed in the darkness, with a tentative tone.

Morathi's eyes lit up in an instant, and she knew she had succeeded. Her son was now going through an independent and rebellious phase, but with her persuasion, her son realized that Dacus was unreliable. She watched with relief as the raging anger burned away the last bit of warmth in her son's heart.

Ah, poor Malekith! He tried so hard to be a hero like his dead father, but he never succeeded. He had a great gift, he could strike fear into others, but he could never be loved.

"Have you finally seen clearly? Darkius has never been trustworthy. His power and influence will only grow. Sooner or later, he will threaten you. No! Threaten us."

Malekith nodded, as if he completely agreed with Morathi's opinion. But in fact, from the moment he said that, every step was carefully planned by him. He needed his mother to believe that he had stood in her position and truly regarded her as his advisor and supporter.

But in fact, this was just an elaborate lie. Just as Morathi believed, he was independent and rebellious, and he wanted to respond to his mother for everything she had done to him.

"That's why I decided to take action. The Hell's Scourge family is now like the Anar family back then. I plan to destroy Daquus and completely control Clarkarond, but I can't do it alone. I need you, mother." Malekith walked to Morathi's side and spoke slowly, his voice lowered a bit, as if only the two of them knew the secret.

"You finally understand, my child. Once his power expands, you will no longer be able to control him. It's not too late."

Malekith looked at Morathi and understood clearly that his mother had begun to take the bait and was completely blinded by the lies he had woven.

"So, mother, what is your opinion? How can we completely eradicate Dacius and all the supporters behind him?" He pretended to seek Morathi's wisdom, giving Morathi the illusion of dominance.

At this moment, time goes back. The mother's hand is on her son's knee, and the son's hand is on his mother's shoulder, as if they have returned to the past.

The light in Morathi's eyes became sharper, calculating how to eliminate this threat to her. But she didn't realize that she had fallen into her son's trap step by step, didn't realize that this was actually a plot against her and the forces behind her, didn't realize that her son not only learned martial arts from Aenarion, learned magic from her, but also learned from Dacreus to take advantage of the situation and give him a taste of his own medicine.

"There is a powerful force behind Daxus. We cannot touch him directly, otherwise it will cause a backlash, which we cannot afford. We need to create a situation where the powerful force behind him cannot do anything out of fear, leaving him isolated and helpless." After pondering for a moment, Morathi said slowly.

"I totally agree, Mother. You have always been the one who knows how to handle these complicated situations the best, which is why I need you to take the lead in this game."

Malekith nodded slightly, pretending to listen carefully to Morathi's plan. When Morathi paused, he interjected with genuine admiration in his tone.

However, his real goal was never Dacus, and he was not crazy enough to touch Dacus. Ignoring the things between him and Dacus, once Dacus really got into trouble in Naggaroth, the situation that had been opened up would be completely destroyed, and the lizardmen living in the rainforest would launch an unprecedented attack on Naggaroth under the leadership of those toads. The city would be destroyed, and the army would be annihilated, which was something he could not bear.

And he didn't think his mother's magical attainments could surpass those toads, and he didn't think that he could control Dacus by any means, unless he sought the help of Chaos, but he knew what Dacus had experienced in Elsing Alvin.

His target is Morathi herself. Through this scam, he wants Morathi to experience what he felt at that time and expose the power behind her. And when Morathi goes all out and all the chess pieces are involved in this struggle, he and Daxus will launch a real offensive and completely destroy Morathi politically. He wants to kill all those who have been involved with Morathi!

"In that case, let's plan this action together. This time, what happened to Hirsis will not happen again!" Morathi hugged Malekith. (End of this chapter)