Malachive
Malachive - the Classified Books
Held within is sensitive information held on Malachive.
The Taiyoukai Library on Malachive
This library holds much information on Malachive.
The Redeemer
This tome by Enduriel is available under the Theology of Algoron and the Redeemer.
The Birth of Malachive
Editor's note: From Shalonesti Archives
Errias says :
As you all know, this class is covering the being known as Malachive.
I will only be covering a short time period pertaining to Malachive, seeing as how there is much concerning the being. Within this class, however, I will be focusing upon the actual birth of the being, and the time period that followed in which Malachive was brought to Algoron.
The beginning of the life of the being known as Malachive began on our... Malachive was born on this plane, in order to hide from the other Gods, that Drakkara and Necrucifer were going to have a child. They sought to hide the birth of the child due to the balance within the world. With the creation of Malachive, the balance was tipped in the favor of evil.
On the night of the birth, Drakkara sought the aid of a young girl by the name of Christel, the daughter of a former Highlord. A servant of Drakkara was sent to retrieve the young girl in the depths of the night, taking the girl to an event that no mortal had ever been witness to. Drakkara sought the young girl for the sole purpose of receiving power. Upon our plane, Drakkara was weak, and because of this, needed the young girl to give herself freely to her. As a result of this new addition to her power, Drakkara was able to give birth to Malachive without any problems. The young girl, Christel made it possible for the birth of Malachive to happen and received blessings from Drakkara.
After the birth of Malachive, Drakkara then transported him to Her home, away from the mortal realm. At this point in time, however, the other Gods had already become aware of what was occuring. They knew of the newborn child, and knew what must be done in order to maintain the balance. In an effort to distract Drakkara, Kwainin bid both Raije and Cliath to stage a battle, in order to draw Drakkara away from her home. In doing this, Kwainin provided an opportunity for his servants to retrieve the child without any trouble form Drakkara. Kwainin had commanded a Balanx by the name of Austanis to retrieve the newborn. Seeing as how the feat of capturing the child was something no mortal could accomplish, the task of the Balanx was a difficult one. The Balanx, Austanis completed his task, and brought the child back to both Kwainin and Austinian.
Kwainin, the Keeper of the Balance, knew that the child must be taken to the mortal realm, in order for his termination. In terminating Malachive, the balance would be maintained, and evil would not have the scale tipped in its favor. Austinian did not wish this to occur, seeing as how he felt that it was not entirely necessary to kill the child. Kwainin insisted that this was what needed to be done, and commanded the Balanx, Austanis, to take the child to the mortal realm.
After the Balanx left, Kwainin's departure ensued also, leaving Austinain alone. Austinian sought the words of his son, Kantilles, in order to come up with an ulterior method of dealing with Malachive. Austinian thought that if the child was raised upon the mortal realm, Austinian would have an influence over his childhood. Austianin believed that the child's powers could be used towards the good side of the balance, and in doing this, the child's life would be spared.
Austinian was determined not to let the child die, and thus, sent both Kantilles and Kadiya to intervene with the plans of the Balanx. And in doing this, Austinian prevented the death of Malachive and the God was raised upon our plane of Algoron.
I believe this concludes the first class that I will be holding upon Malachive.
Malachive's Beginnings
Sleeping peacefully in her bed, Christel woke to the echoes of a melodious voice. The musical voice ran in her ears, urging her to wake gently. Christel sat up, pulling her covers about her shoulders against the cold night's air, and saw a woman standing at the foot of her bed. Her skin is pale, almost like ivory, and her hair is jet black. It cascades gently down her back, like a frame for her perfect figure. She is dressed entirely in black, making it seem like she is part of the shadows themselves. Most striking were her eyes, black as night, without any other color.
Christel was momentarily startled to find a strange woman in her room, but as her mind followed her body to wakefulness, she realized that this creature could only be Drakkara or one of Drakkara's servants. Rubbing her eyes and holding her breath, she waited for the wondrous being to speak.
"Do not be alarmed, child." She said softly, her voice filling Christel's ears like a sweet melody.
Christel's hand found the white dragon doll that had gotten buried in her covers and clutched it in her hands. "Why are you here? Is my father well??" She whispered, worried.
"Your father is not why I am here, child. Your help is needed. Many people live full lifetimes wondering how to best serve their Goddess, now I am granting you the chance."
An old conversation floated into Christel's head at the woman's words, and she worried over Magess Granuk, who's words had been "Seek Death." Christel didn't want anything to do with death. Taking a deep breath, she said "Where are we going? I should probably tell my mom so she doesn't worry.. I'm not going to get in trouble, am I? Mom doesn't like it when I get in trouble.."
"Your mother will never know you have gone, for where we travel, time has stopped. Prepare yourself child. You are about to witness something a mortal has NEVER seen before." As she spoke, the room around Christel spun into darkness, and suddenly she found herself standing alone on a dirt road, surrounded by a forest. In the distance, an eerie light shone in the woods.
Chewing on the inside of her cheek, Christel considered her situation, staring at the light. Shrugging lightly, Christel skipped off down the road, towards the light. Since her escort had disappeared and there was nothing better to do, she thought inspecting the light might be a good idea. Distracted easily, the walk took a while, as she stopped frequently to inspect the foliage along the edge of the road.
Walking into the light, Christel saw a woman, more beautiful than the one who had brought her here. Beyond her power to describe, Christel could only look at the woman in awe. Absently, she noticed that the woman was lying in a pool of blood, her stomach was swollen with child, but there was no indication that the woman was in pain.
"Come closer, child. You have been blessed." The woman beckoned gracefully.
"Why am I here?" Christel asked curiously, her eyes never leaving the woman's face.
"You are about to learn more than a child your age should know, child. You are about to bear witness to something no mortal has ever seen. However, I am weak when I walk upon this plane. I require your strength to deliver this baby. And you must give it to me freely. Do so and Drakkara will bless you for all eternity.
"How do I know this isn't a trick?" She asked skeptically, chewing on her lip.
"You serve Drakkara as a follower of faith, do you not? Prove your faith now and know that it is not a trick. Drakkara needs your help and She needs it now."
Something in the woman's eyes convinced Christel and she squirmed momentarily, uncomfortable with the idea that a Goddess would need her help. "Ok.. What do I have to do?" Christel asked, twirling a strand of hair around her finger and chewing on the end.
"Give yourself to me, freely. Allow me to use your strength, child. It will be returned in a greater way than you can imagine. Do this now, time is running short."
Coming closer to the woman, Christel reaches her hand out to touch her. "My strength is your strength. My faith will sustain you.." She closed her eyes and screwed up her face, expecting a great deal of pain. Agony filled her immediately, draining all of her strength. Holy powers and thoughts dwindled into blackness as Christel passed out for a few seconds. Weak, lying on the ground, Christel woke to see something she would never forget.
From the woman bled darkness. It twisted shape and form many times as Christel watched. It seemed at first a fanged dragon, a black copy of the white she'd known. Then it became a demon, hideous to behold. It shifted again, into a vampire and finally dwindled into the form of a child.
Christel's ears began to bleed as a loud cackle surrounded her, coming from the woman who had brought here to this place. The woman's form twisted itself into that of a demon as Christel watched, and then it grabbed up the child in its talons and flew away. The woman who had just given birth was now alone in the clearing with Christel. Her form becomes perfect, no sign of birthing upon her. With awe, Christel realizes that this woman must be Drakkara and she just witnessed the birth of a new God. Wiping tears of pain from her eyes, she could only lay there and stare.
Drakkara looked down upon her young servant and smiled warmly. The agonizing pain left her as the smile caressed her soul. "On this plane, I am weak. The child was born here so that the other gods might not know. You must have a million questions for me, but I will tell you only this. The child is Mine and Necrucifer's. He will help Us tip the scales of Darkness into this world. You have helped Me and served Me well."
Still confused, Christel whispered, "But.. why me? My dad isn't Highlord any more, what am I supposed to do? I'm just a little girl, no one listens to me.."
Smiling again, Drakkara dispelled Christel's fears. "Why you? Are you not a follower of faith to me?"
"Of course!" Christel exclaimed, embarrassed that she should be doubted.
"Then I called upon you because perhaps there is something I needed from you that others followers may not have given. I had as much faith in you as you did in Me."
Blushing, Christel looked down at the ground. She whispered, "I'll try my bestest to be as faithful and as good a follower to You as dad is.."
"You will soon have power far beyond your father's. You are blessed by Me and soon you will realize this. May your dreams become a reality, child. I will be leaving you now, but be assured, I will be watching and protecting you as you just protected Me and My child."
"Now that the baby is born.. Do I have to keep it a secret or can I tell dad what happened? And mom?
"Tell only those who share your heart. Do not tell those who might be your enemies."
Her mind bubbling with questions, Christel suddenly found herself once more sitting up in her bed, staring at the foot of it, which now stood empty. "Does the baby have a name? Is it a boy? How come it didn't look as pretty as you? Am I like.. its godmother now? I think I'm to little to be a godmother, do you think?" She blurted out. Blushing in sudden embarrassment, Christel clasped her hands over her mouth and looked around the room, wondering if it had all be a dream.
A dark spot on her wall caught Christel's attention. Looking closely, she saw that it was a name, written in blood.
Malachive
Kierstyn woke up earlier than usual, slightly uneasy. Shivering in the chill morning air, she pulled the blankets around her shoulders. Careful not to disturb her husband, she slipped into her robe and tip-toed out of the room. Strangely enough, Christel wasn't up wandering about the kitchen waiting for her parents to wake so she could ambush them with questions. Kierstyn suppressed a chuckle at the thought of her daughter's insatiable curiosity.
Opening the door to her daughter's room cautiously, so as not to wake her, Kierstyn was surprised to find Christel already up, sitting on the edge of her bed and staring at the wall next to the door. She didn't even look at her mother when she opened the door.
"Honey?" Kierstyn asked, clearing her throat and watching the girl with deep concern. "Are you okay?" It was only then that Christel turned to regard her mother. Kierstyn gasped in spite of herself. Such a change had come over her daughter, she hardly knew if it was the same girl looking back at her as had gone to sleep the night before.
"Oh! Mom! I'm so sorry about the wall, I didn't make the mess though, I promise, and I tried real hard to get rid of it but it won't come off!"
"Mess? What mess?" Kierstyn asked, confused.
Christel pointed to the wall "That.. It's blood, I think." Walking into the room and turning to look at the single word painted on the wall, Kierstyn nodded slowly.
"Where did it come from?" Kierstyn said, not quite looking at her daughter, unnerved by the black emptiness of her eyes.
"Drakkara." Christel said with conviction.
"Drakkara was here? What happened?" Kierstyn asked, sitting beside her daughter and holding the girl in her arms.
Christel related the story of what had happened to her that evening, from the moment the demoness appeared at her bedside to the time Drakkara magically transported her back to her bed.
"Darling.. What did Drakkara do to you? Did she say?"
"Nothing mom.. well.. except that I'm blessed.. but Daddie always said I was a blessing.."
"Have you.. looked in a mirror?" Kierstyn said cautiously, standing to get a small hand-sized mirror out of a drawer in her daughter's closet.
"No mom.. why?" Holding the mirror up in front of her daughter, Kierstyn revealed Christel's eyes to here.. Deep, dark expanses of utter blackness.. As dark as the evening sky on a starless night.. As black as Drakkara's own eyes.
"Mom.." Christel whispered, sudden tears in her eyes. Kierstyn held her daughter gently, rocking her until her tears subsided. "Mom.. What if that isn't me in the mirror.. Who is watching me from my eyes?" She whispered hoarsely, her voice trembling with fear.
"Don't worry sweetie.. I'm sure Drakkara wouldn't hurt you.." Kierstyn soothed. Christel nodded and wiped her eyes dry, smiling bravely.
"What do you think Dad will say?" She asked curiously, her mind already jumping ahead, as it always did.
Malachive discovers He is the son of Necrucifer
Elesen of Shalonesti recounts the tale of a travelling sage
It was said that Malachive, when he still walked on Algoron, ignorant of his God-status, was commanded through his dreams to board a ship heading to Icewall. Along the way, he noticed that there was a white dragon under his ship, but felt as if the dragon was there to escort, not harm, so he left it alone.
Now, after he arrived, he spent three days finding the highest peak in Northern Nordmaar. Such a climb was a great feat, and would have killed any other man, but he was no ordinary mortal, and so he made it.
On the top of the peak, he looked around, and found nothing. In frustration, he yelled to the skies, demanding an answer to his dreams. It was then that he was confronted by the ogre. Except it was no ordinary ogre either. It spoke without moving it's mouth, and lacked the dimwitted look inherent of it's race.
"Maybe he is a king" Malachive had thought, but another voice interrupted. And it said "Nay, not a King. A God and your very father. Since you were placed upon this world you have always been blessed. Your mental and physical abilites have always been above anyone you've known."
"At times, you've made the objects of your imagination appear before you. You've noticed the demons and the dragons watching you with interest. You ARE the son of Necrucifer and you are here to rule this world."
Malachive had no response to this, but somehow knew everything the ogre had said was true. He always thought that he was just a gifted mage, born with stronger abilities than most. Then the voice came again. "It is time for you to realize your true power. You can change anything about yourself you wish. Your skills and spells will form as often as you wish them. You are a GOD, my son. But upon this world you are also mortal. If you die to the hands of a mortal you are dead for good. Be prepared."
"Danger will come at you from al directions, even from those you trust. Rule not with empathy or compassion but with MIGHT and WILL. Your time to rule begins today. You will know what to do, the barrier of your human mind will be lifted after todays events. Do well, my son. Everything in my power will be at your command less they wish my wrath upon them."
Then, the ogre turned to look at a great light in the sky, and grinned. Malachive followed his gaze, only to see the light grow brighter. He turned back and the ogre was gone without a trace, as if he had never been there.
Then, a great boom echoed in the heavens as the source of the light made it's prescence known. The great meteor left trails of flame and debree in it's wake, making a noise that would have drowned out even the greatest of dragons.
As Malachive watched, the meteor struck in the general location of dae'Tok. A great wave of light in all directions destroyed several mountain ranges and shoke the earth. A cloud of destruction rose in the air.
Days passed, but for Malachive, they were like seconds. His mind had been freed, and now, he know what he must do.
It was through Malachive's evil that we came to learn of the God Killers known as Abhorrants.