Malekith - Characters

A tale of ambition, treachery, and divine betrayal, the saga of Malekith weaves through the ages like a shadow lingering over the Prime Plane. A fractured reflection of his original self, Valekith, Malekith embodies the dark desires and relentless ambition severed from the Valekith during the catastrophic First Continuum Crisis. Though his body and essence were split, Malekith retained Valekith’s hunger for power, channeling it into an odyssey of devastation across Tolria and Osira.

The Twisted Twins

Malekith’s existence began with tragedy atop the Floating City of Netheril. During a fateful confrontation between Valekith and Emperor Ezekiel, as the activated Soulmonger Crystals dragged the city into The Shadowfell, Valekith’s soul was cleaved in two. Malekith emerged on the Prime Plane, a shadowy fragment carrying his counterpart's ambition, while Valekith descended into the Shadowfell, a hollowed specter plotting his return. This schism left Malekith driven by a singular goal: to reunite with Valekith and restore his essence. His journey, however, would cast long and destructive shadows across the realms.

The Shadow Over Tolria

In Tolria, Malekith exploited the ancient Vanir civilization of Itelion, sowing discord and chaos. He founded the Cult of Infinitum, seducing his followers with the eldritch whispers of Unknown, the Watcher in the Abyss. Gazing into the fractured Infinity Shards of Unknown, cultists were driven to madness, fueled by a vision of shattering reality itself to escape the cyclical prison of existence.

The cult's influence led to The Riftfire Rebellion, where the elves (many of which Malekith had corrupted) turned against their draconic creators, using Rift Magic to wage war. While Malekith whispered ambitions to the Vanir, their relentless pursuit of power set the stage for the Second Continuum Crisis. As Khaos spiraled, even Malekith was forced to flee, his self-preservation outweighing his loyalty to his schemes.

The Shadow Over Osira

Malekith’s path next led him to the continent of Osira, where he sought the Worldstones—primordial artifacts tied to the elemental planes. In The Sands of Serrakhan, he forged a pact with The Great Serpent, a revenant spawn of the World Eater Serpent, granting him the Ebony Amulet, a Rift Shard of immense power. However, true to his duplicitous nature, Malekith betrayed the serpent, using its flayed ribcage to birth the Primarchs of the Sun, demigod enforcers of his will.

Sundering of the Sun Realm

Malekith’s betrayal reached its zenith when he confronted Avatar Lumina, guardian of The Sun Realm, and mother to Talyen, the Sunstone’s chosen. Seizing the Sunstone's power for himself, Malekith unleashed a wave of destruction, scorching the Sun Realm into a barren wasteland. He cursed the Solir, transforming many into the Kroot—twisted beings condemned to burn under the sun's light.

With Lumina slain, Malekith declared himself the Sun God, erecting golden statues of his likeness in mockery of Emperor Ezekiel. His reign over the Serrakhan Sultanate solidified his dominion, yet his ultimate goal remained elusive: the opening of a Rift to the Shadowfell to reunite with Valekith.

Anger of The Avatars

Malekith’s tyranny could not go unchallenged. A coalition of forces—led by Avatar Rok, the Exarchs of the Earth, and ancient Runewrights—rose against him. In a climactic battle that would determine the fate of Osira, Rok and Malekith clashed in a titanic struggle. Rok sacrificed himself to seal Malekith within an earthen tomb, halting his immediate threat but leaving the scars of his devastation to linger. Though sealed, the sun-scorched wastelands of Osira and the cursed legacy of the Solir stand as enduring reminders of Malekith’s tyranny.

The Tenets of Treachery

Malekith’s methods were marked by betrayal, manipulation, and unchecked ambition. He corrupted the Vanir, cursed the Solir, and desecrated the legacy of the True Dragon. Through the Primarchs of the Sun, he reshaped Osira’s culture into a theocracy of servitude and fear. Yet, his true enemy was time—a force that chipped away at his schemes and saw him outmaneuvered by forces of greater resolve.

Shadow of The Sun

Malekith’s shadow remains a lingering threat, even in his absence. The Cult of Infinitum’s remnants continue their pursuit of cosmic annihilation. The Khaos Rift, born from the instability of his actions, threatens to unravel reality. Valekith stirs in the Shadowfell, yearning to reclaim what was lost. Malekith’s name has become synonymous with treachery and ambition, a cautionary tale of power sought without foresight. Yet, his story is not over, and his legacy of chaos may rise again.

In the final chapter of Malekith’s long and treacherous saga, the Battle of the Black Sun marked not only the culmination of his centuries of manipulation but also the tragic reunion of what remained of his fractured soul.

As The Sunsations and their allies stormed the chained pyramid atop The Isle of Ember, Malekith—clad in radiant Mythar robes—confronted them beneath a sky eclipsed by shadow. It was there, in the darkest hour of the eclipse, that Valekith emerged from the void between realms, drawn forth by fate.

The two—Malekith and Valekith—had not existed so close since they were last whole during the First Continuum Crisis atop the Floating City of Netheril. But now, reunited by the breaking of the final seal, the twin souls were pulled inexorably toward one another—two halves of a more terrible whole.

Yet unity did not bring peace.

As Valekith seized upon the moment to break the Infinity Shard with his chest—an act that would tear open the void and shatter the tether to reality—Malekith resisted. In a moment of rare and wrenching clarity, the usurper pleaded with Archangel Ezekiel, begging him to halt Valekith’s madness. In that desperate cry echoed something long dormant: the last flicker of Malekith’s humanity. After centuries of clinging to life, domination, and purpose, he had, in his own twisted way, grown fond of existence. Of its agony. Of its color.

Valekith, by contrast, had become a hollow thing—driven only by the need to erase, to complete what was begun when the gods were shattered and the world was made false. He did not speak. He only pressed forward.

Their struggle was short, but titanic in consequence. The shard was shattered. The eclipse reached its zenith, and as reality twisted around them, both figures were drawn screaming into the singularity born from the broken crystal—swallowed whole by the Void of Infinitum.

Thus was Malekith unmade.

Not in conquest. Not in triumph.
But in deafening silence.

Though his body was consumed, and his soul—if it could be so called—sundered again into darkness, that final plea endures in memory: a warning that even those black of heart may fear the silence that comes after all is lost.

His fate now rests with the endless void beyond the rift, in whatever lies past the veil of stars. Whether he is truly dead, none can say. But the Black Sun left no shadow untouched, and the name Malekith endures, etched into the memory of the world like a scar.