Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Once upon a time, Malekith was tortured and even humiliated by the burning pain. He looked at his charred skin marked by the gods. It was the mark of failure. Was he as great as his father? No! The mark given by the gods was his punishment. Every scar, every inch of charred skin mocked him.

But now, everything is different.

The flames had gone out, but the power left behind was still surging within him. However, he no longer felt the searing pain he had before because he had mastered it.

He is stronger than ever now, not because he no longer suffers. But under the influence of Darkus, the way he viewed pain changed. The existence of Darkus made him re-examine his past, those mistakes, and those despairs. He is no longer the anxious and resentful being, but a strong man who has emerged from pain!

Only by controlling yourself can you control others. This is what Darkus taught him, and it is also his current rule.

He knew that his mother was coming, and he also knew what his mother was coming for. His mother never realized this and still tried to dominate her as before.

"Shut up!"

Malekith's roar seemed to be torn from the depths of his throat, and the anger swallowed up his original reason. He punched Morathi hard in the face. The fist was as cold as armor and instantly touched Morathi's cheek, making a dull impact sound.

This angry punch caused Morathi to lose her balance, and she fell backwards, falling straight and heavily to the ground. There was no trace of astonishment in her eyes. She knew something like this would happen before she came to Naggarond. She knew that when she said these words, her son would definitely do this. Blood flowed down the corner of her mouth. She said nothing, but looked directly at Malekith with cold eyes.

Malekith did not stop after punching him. He clenched his fist and struck again ruthlessly.

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

However, Malekith still didn't stop.

The third punch was more ferocious, hitting the same place mercilessly, directly hitting the newly opened wound. Morathi's face was swollen to the point of being almost deformed, blood splattered everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of blood. Her breathing became rapid, and she even let out a few low hums, but she still did not beg for mercy, she just stared at Malekith with painful and cold eyes.

Surrounded by anger, Malekith was panting and stood in front of Morathi, his fists stained with Morathi's blood, but he did not feel any regret. Mixed emotions surged in his heart, including anger, pain, and betrayal, but the deepest one was a longing that had never been satisfied.

"My child, you... didn't use magic." Morathi raised her head with difficulty from the ground. Although there was blood on the corner of her mouth, she still squeezed out a mocking smile, "It seems that you learned it from your father. It really works.”

If Malekith had a complexion at this moment, it would be ashen, but unfortunately...he couldn't, but it didn't matter. After hearing the word father, he was touched by a string deep in his heart, and he suddenly moved forward. With one step, the anger that had dissipated exploded in his chest again, and his voice roared like thunder.

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

His voice was full of pain and anger, and each word cut through the air like a knife. Immediately afterwards, his fist smashed out mercilessly again, 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 once again shaken and rolled backwards. Her face was covered with blood and bruises, her cheeks were almost completely swollen, and the blood in her mouth and neck continued to flow. Drops fell to the ground with his chin down.

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

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

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

When he returned to Ulthuan from the Chaos Wasteland and defeated Tal Anlek, something similar to what happened now happened between him and his mother. He could have brought his sword to his mother's neck that time, but he didn't, and he ended up reaching a political agreement with his mother. (Told in Chapter 103)

Where did the collapse begin? Malekith had thought about this problem more than once, and he thought it was then.

The wheels of power turned.

Things began to turn out well. News of his victory spread throughout Ulthuan. After he took control of Anlek, he surrendered rebels in other places. Those rebel commanders who supported Morathi received his Showing clemency, the rebel commander turned around and swore allegiance to him again.

In addition to the army, Morathi also secretly ordered her cultists to stop doing what they had done before. Most of the members disappeared into the open, while the leaders lurked in the towns and mountains of Nagaryth.

He sent word to the other rulers of Ulthuan that order had been restored and celebrations took place across the island.

His mother was escorted to Tal 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 extremely humble and passing through towns and villages incognito, not knowing what would happen in the future, to avoid exposing his mother to the resentment of the enslaved elves.

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

"My majesty and princes, today is a day of omen. As I vowed, I bring before you the witch queen of Nagarys, my mother Morathi."

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

"You stand before us, accused of inciting rebellion against the Phoenix King and attacks on the territories of the Princes of Ulthuan," Baelshanar accused.

"I did not attack the borders of Nagaryeth, nor did the people of Nagaryeth seek war with other kingdoms," Morathi replied calmly, her eyes meeting the eyes of each prince one by one.

"Do you wish to portray yourself as a victim? Before us?"

"The rulers of Nagaryeth are never victims."

"You deny the allegiance of those extravagant cults?"

"They are loyal to the gods, and you cannot accuse me of their existence."

"You at least admit to rebellion! Did you not conspire against my father and seek to overthrow him?"

These were said by Baelshanar's son, who died twenty years later in the Temple of Asuryan.

"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 resolved."

"She is a serpent!" Imrik roared.

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

"Who is willing to be the elf who kills Queen Aenarion? Which great prince here is willing to take on this honor?" Morathi laughed, a laugh full of contempt, echoing in the hall with a threatening tone.

"I do!" Imrik stood up.

"I cannot allow this to happen." He said, blocking 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 did not betray the oath I swore. I swore to show mercy to all those who asked for forgiveness. My mother does not need to die. Her blood will only satisfy Prince Caledor's revenge."

He still remembers clearly what he said at that time.

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

"If she lives, she is still a threat. She cannot be trusted."

"I can't make this decision. Let the Phoenix King decide. The Phoenix King's will is stronger than the prince's oath. Should the words of the son of Aenarion be so insignificant, or do the princes of Ulthuan still retain enough nobility to show mercy and forgiveness?"

He threw the question to Bael Shana.

"Morathi must be punished for her crimes. I cannot exile her anywhere, as she will return 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 allow it.

Remember this, Morathi, the death penalty is not a complete exemption. You live because I allow it. If you attempt to betray or harm my rule in any way, 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 choose death."

After a long discussion, Barshana made his decision.

"Your request is not too much, and 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 envoys had a wider range of influence and influence throughout the kingdom. As time went on, Ulthuan felt more secure again, but this was only an illusion, thanks to his careful planning.

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

He hid the priests in his court, threatening to expose their identities to ensure their loyalty.

For twenty years, Ulthuan was relatively peaceful.

He often traveled to Tar Anlok to discuss matters with Baalshana, and he often expressed regret that he had not been able to capture all of the Mother's minions. He offered aid to other kingdoms, and he spent as much time in the palaces of the 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 captivity, he traveled alone to Anlok 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, with tall hedges shielding them from the outside world, and they walked on the green lawn, the sound of fifty fountains covering their whispered conversation.

"How is Barshana's hospitality?" he asked, while holding his mother's arm and walking along a path full of blooming cherry trees.

"I endure what I must endure."

Morras led him to an ornate light wooden bench and sat down side by side. The mother's hand was on the son's knee, and the son's hand was on the mother's shoulder.

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

"Anlek is functioning normally, and my mercy is now well-known. The cultists captured by the princes asked for the opportunity to repent like you, and they came to Anlek, and I listened to their confessions and apologies."

"How many people are hiding under your protection?"

"Thousands, all of whom are loyal to me."

"So are you ready to act?"

"Not yet, Imrik is still obstructing me in the Phoenix King's court."

"Imrik will never be won over by you, he is jealous of you, and he is very smart. He guessed our intentions, but could not prove any illegal behavior on our part."

"Nagareth has not yet united."

"Why so?"

"Some princes and nobles are still afraid of my power, and Eloran of the Anar family is the leader among them. They hope to implement autonomy in their territory in the mountains."

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

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

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

"I will not ask you what your plan is. However, I don't understand how you can act here. The Phoenix King is by your side and has many eyes and ears."

"Trust your mother, I have my way."

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

As Morathi expected, Imrik always doubted his motives and rejected his offer of alliance and friendship. But it didn't matter, because through subtle rumors and cunning hints, he spread the idea that Imrik was jealous of his popularity.

Furthermore, he never openly expressed disapproval of Imrik, always praising his exploits and noble bloodline. More than once he said that if it had not been for fate, Imrik's father would have been the Phoenix King instead of Baalshana.

While on the surface this was great praise, it had the desired effect, for the other princes had long been jealous of Caledor's position. Such remarks fueled the jealousy in 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 first bending the knee to Baalshana, he was ready, and he needed a catalyst that would spur the other princes into action. Through a series of carefully orchestrated events, he planned to plunge Ulthuan into a brief period of chaos once again, so that he could rise from the flames of conflict and reclaim his rightful throne.

It was quiet at first, with Eloran being arrested as evidence showed that the Anar family had been corrupted by the worship of the Asati.

But soon, he misjudged the influence of House Anar and the controllability of the cult, and events spiraled out of his control.

For twenty years, the cultists had hidden, plotted, and grown. Following unheard-of orders, they attacked the soldiers of the rulers of Ulthuan, desecrated temples dedicated to other gods, and kidnapped the unwary.

When Eloran was arrested, chaos descended on Nagaryth, accusations and counter-accusations spread from the town, and soon violence followed. He still does not know who started the killings first, and soon fierce battles broke out between those who supported House Anar and the cultists.

What began as fighting in Nagaryth quickly spread to the rest of Ulthuan, with the cultists emerging from the shadows to attack the princes everywhere. Palaces were burned, citizens were killed in the streets, and Ulthuan was plunged into bloody infighting.

Amid the chaos, he struggled to restore order, but even his army was divided by factions vying for power, loyalties were torn, and even brothers turned against each other. Some princes turned against him and supported the cult, while others remained neutral, waiting to see what impact this latest power struggle would 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 evacuate Anlek with three thousand of his loyal men and request asylum from Barshana.

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

Malekis stood there, his figure like a silent iron tower, the orange-red flames 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 and gradually accumulated with every betrayal and control. Fragments of memories kept flashing by, the back of his father, the control of his mother, the resentment in his heart, the shackles of power, and countless past pains and hatreds rushed to him like a tide.

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

Before Morathi could react, the cold steel had already tightly locked her trachea. Her eyes widened instantly, bloodshot 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, kicking in vain, her face quickly turned from pale to purple, her breathing was rapid, and a low choking sound came from her throat.

However, even in this dying suffocation, her eyes still had the 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 still locked Morathi's throat firmly, and his strength did not decrease at all. "You just..."

Morathi's hand fell weakly, and the blood and bruises on her face looked more hideous and terrifying in suffocation. The sound from her throat became weaker and weaker, and the light in her eyes began to dim slowly. Her life was passing away quickly, but her sharp mouth seemed to still have the last stubbornness, as if telling some unfinished prophecy.

Malekith's hand trembled slightly, and his eyes stared at Morathi with cold eyes. He knew that as long as he exerted a little more force, his mother's life would end completely. And that meant that his shackles would 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 something else? He didn't know. The tension and depression in the air seemed to condense into an invisible film, covering the mother and son.

Finally, he slowly let go of his hand, because he got the answer, he knew what he wanted to do.

Morathi's body fell to the ground weakly, coughing violently, his face was purple after dying, his hands tightly covered his throat, gasping for breath.

Malekith looked at Morathi coldly as she fell to the ground weakly. 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 Dacus 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.

Dacus... If it was him, what would he do?

He thought, trying to put himself in Dacus's position. 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 can always remain calm, as if he is always standing on a high place, watching all the games and conflicts with a cold eye.

If Dacus faces this confrontation, facing Morath's manipulation and provocation, how will he deal with it? In other words, he has Dacus's character at this moment, how should he do it.

Dacus will never act impulsively, let alone let his emotions get out of control because of a momentary anger. Dacus will first assess the situation and find the most favorable plan, rather than making a choice based on momentary emotions. Dacus may not take action, at least not as directly as he does. Dacus will use his advantages to conduct a cold psychological warfare and defeat the opponent's will, even without any violence.

Malekith couldn't help but smile bitterly. He knew the difference between his character and Dacus. Especially when facing Morath, the resentment in his heart is always difficult to suppress. Dacus also has emotions, but rarely lets emotions override reason. This is why Dacus can go so far. Even if emotions override reason, Dacus will find the best solution.

He stopped and clenched his fists. He no longer struggled with 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, would control everything in his own way, break the shackles imposed on him by his mother, and give his mother a surprise.

"No threat should be ignored, especially those hidden in the shadows." Malekith's low words echoed in the darkness, with a hint of temptation.

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

Ah, poor Malekith! He tried hard to be a hero like his dead father, but he never succeeded. He had outstanding talents, he could make others feel fear, but he could never get others' love.

"Have you finally seen clearly? Dacus has never been trustworthy, his power and influence will only grow, and sooner or later it will threaten you, no! Threaten us."

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

But in fact, this is just a carefully woven deception. Just as Morathi thought, he is independent and rebellious. He wants to respond to his mother for everything his mother did to him.

"Because of this, I decided to take action. The current Hell's Disaster Family is like the Anar Family at that time. I plan to eliminate Dakwus and completely control Clarkarond, but I can't do this alone. I need you, mother." Malekith walked to Morathi's side and said slowly, his voice lowered a few points, as if only the two of them knew this secret.

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

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

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

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

The light in Morathi's eyes became sharp, 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 strategy 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 Dacuus to take advantage of the situation and give him a taste of his own medicine.

"There is a powerful force behind Dacuus. We can't move him directly, otherwise it will cause a backlash, which we can't afford. We need to create a situation where the powerful force behind him can't do anything because of fear, and put him in a situation of isolation and helplessness." After thinking for a moment, Morathi said slowly.

"I completely agree, mother, you have always been the one who knows how to deal with these complex situations the most, which is why I need you to dominate everything in this game."

Malekith nodded slightly, pretending to listen carefully to Morathi's plan. When Morathi paused, he interjected with a tone of sincere admiration.

However, his real purpose had never been Dacus, and he was not crazy enough to touch Dacus. Ignoring the things between him and Dacus, once Dacus really had something happen in Naggaroth, the situation that had been opened now would be completely destroyed. 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. That was something he could not bear.

And he did not think that his mother could surpass those toads in magical attainments and 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 to make Morathi experience what he felt at that time, and let Morathi expose the forces behind her. When Morathi goes all out and all the pawns are involved in this struggle, he and Dacus 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, the incident with Hirsis will not happen!" Morathi hugged Malekith. (End of this chapter)