Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

The gods in the elven pantheon are divided into two categories: the Kadai pantheon and the Sesarai pantheon. The gods of the Kadai pantheon belong to the heavenly world, represented by Aisha, Kunos, etc. The gods of the Sesarai pantheon belong to the underworld, represented by Hecate, Edraze, etc.

The religious history of the elves is complex. During the reign of the Everqueen, the elves would worship at the holy sites of the gods, whether sacred caves, peaceful streams, or steep mountains. The elves would travel to these places specifically to pray or praise.

But as the scope of activities became larger and larger, Morathi changed the form of sacrifice and prayer. He no longer traveled across mountains and rivers to the temples or holy places of the gods, but instead built new temples on a large scale in the settlements.

The Cults of the Cytharai date back to when Aenarion took up the Sword of Khaine, and from that time on, the Cults of Khaine appeared. But they were not so evil, and they were not in the category of cults, but they were a little exaggerated, with believers having tattoos or scars on their faces, sacrificing spoils of war, etc.

After that, Malekith left Ulthuan and went to Elshin Arwen. It was during this time that the Cult of Thesarai flourished. The Cult of Thesarai was a big basket that could hold anything, including Khaine, Anes-Lema, Asati, etc. As long as it involved the Cult of Thesarai, it could be held.

When Malekith was about to leave Athos Talarian for the Chaos Wastes, Morathi arrived. In addition to Morathi, there were many followers who came with Morathi. The appearance of these followers changed the city. From poets in the taverns to dancers and jugglers in the city square, hundreds of followers could be seen everywhere in Athos Talarian, but this was still normal.

What is abnormal are the religious people who are mixed in with the entourage.

Malekith was disgusted with these changes, especially religion, which was related to his childhood experience. The priests showed uncooperative indifference to Aenarion more than once. When he came to Elsin Arwen, although he did not express opposition to the construction of any religious buildings in public, any priest who tried to build a temple in his territory almost had no good end.

Therefore, ordinary priests could not stand in his territory, but the priests brought by Morathi quickly broke this situation, and the priests quickly began large-scale missionary work in the city.

Because of the long-term lack of spiritual sustenance, Morathi's religious protection is simply a savior for the elves of Aesop Talarian, and a large number of elves come to participate in religious activities.

This behavior soon aroused Malekith's dissatisfaction, and a conversation between mother and son began.

"Your aversion to religion is unnatural. If you want to overcome it, you must first acknowledge your fear of religion."

"I have no fear of those priests," Malekith responded calmly.

"But you have never prayed in the temple, nor have you performed any ceremony of praise. Are you afraid of the gods?"

"Those gods have never favored Nagarythe. I have no reason to do anything, let alone to bow down to them."

"Child, do not think that there is no God in your life. Without Asuryan's recognition, your father could not be the Phoenix King. It was the Sword of Cain that helped us defeat the demons. His first wife was the incarnation of Aisha."

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

"Even if it's not for your soul, religion is good for your power. If you control religion, you control the believers. If you make them believe that you have received God's grace, they will offer their loyalty unconditionally."

"I have no interest in this kind of scam. One day we will no longer need these gods and will be better off." Malekith sneered.

Silent Morathi was full of doubts.

As a result, the boomerang flew up.

At Har Ganthi, Malekith slowly rose from the blood cauldron under the gaze of Hellebron and announced himself as Khaine incarnate, the Son of Khaine...
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While Malekith was still wandering in the Chaos Wastes, an event occurred in Lothern. After the Sundering, when Malekith fled to Naggaroth, the Asur scholars saw this event as a sign of the end of the Golden Age of the Elves.

Lothern was shrouded in a lazy melancholy, like the rest of the island, and as supplies became more plentiful, many of the Elves of Ulthuan lost themselves in debauchery and extreme pleasure. What began as aesthetic gatherings, readings of dark poetry, and ceremonies of mutual comfort, morphed into something far more sinister. Through blood sacrifices and twisted blasphemies, the cultists prayed to forbidden powers for release from their suffering.

Because elves have always had a strong pursuit of sensuality and emotion, the Sesarayi sect attracted more elves by providing pure experience stimulation. Once freed from polite and civilized etiquette, some elves began to lose themselves in the sect's primitive pleasures, indulging in every kind of depraved desire and indulging in all taboos.

Few realize the true extent of these sects' penetration of elven society, or the secret motivations behind the midnight plots of their shadowy leaders. Even fewer understand the true scale of these networks, for on the surface these sects appear to be independent, even forming unique and opposing cultures in various territories and cities, with no connection to each other.

Barshana and the princes then attempted to quell the growing power of these sects through political and spiritual means, hoping to prevent the addition of new believers and restore the elves' uneasy spiritual balance.

In Prince Elthering's mansion on the outskirts of Lothern, hidden among carefully manicured orchards and perfectly laid out gardens, an evil ritual is reaching its climax.

In the marble halls, purple and blue smoke swirled in the air, billowing from incense burners made of twisted animal bones. Elves, intoxicated by the hallucinogenic smoke, twisted their bodies on the red-carpeted floor, fishermen and nobles, servants and dignitaries lying decadently together. Some wept in nightmares that only they could see, others laughed hysterically, and still others moaned in ecstasy.

Around the crowd stood a dozen priestesses, topless, their exposed skin covered in symbols drawn with fox blood, their long hair combed into exaggerated spikes with fox fat.

High Priest Damorian chanted incantations in a low voice, her voice almost drowned out by the din of joy and pain. The fur of a slain fox was draped over her shoulders, and occasionally she paused to stroke the fur with her hands. The anesthetic effect of the smoke sharpened her senses, and she felt the touch of the fur in her palms and fingertips, shuddering slightly.

As participants fell into coma one after another, the hall gradually became quiet, some people were still sobbing quietly, while others sighed with contentment.

Damoren nodded and signaled a priestess to fetch Prince Eltherin to participate in the final stage of the ritual. As the priestess turned to walk towards the double doors of the hall, there was a noise outside, and the shrill shouting made all the priestesses turn to the door. She slid the jagged sacrificial knife from her belt, and at that moment, the door was thrown open.

Elthelin stumbled into the room, past the sleeping guests, blood gushing from the wound on his chest, and red drops of blood splashed on Damolin's face. He stumbled over a reclining person and fell to the ground, and just as he was about to get up, the person outside the door rushed in.

Warriors wearing silver scale armor and white sashes poured in, their swords gleaming coldly. Their captain wore a tall helmet decorated with golden threads to form a leaping lion, and held a blood-dripping sword. The captain took out a scroll from his waist and displayed the seal of Phoenix King Baalshana.

"Prince Eltherin of Lothern! I am Captain Carariel of the Lothern Sea Guard. I am here to arrest you on the orders of the Phoenix King. Surrender to the judgment of the Phoenix King!" the captain shouted.

"Protect me." Eltherin crawled like a fish struggling on the river bank, passed the unconscious elves on the ground, and looked at Damolin pleadingly.

"Put down your weapons and surrender! Leave it to the Phoenix King to deal with. He will show mercy to you." Karariel said calmly.

"Kindness is the shelter of the weak!" Damolin smiled, his tongue slid out like a snake, licking the blood of Elserin on his lips. Then he whispered, lightly jumped over the elf lying on the ground, and rushed towards the intruder.

The other priestesses screamed like shrews and followed Damorian's lead, their hands extended like claws, their nails sharpened into long spikes.

Karariel quickly retreated, avoiding Damolin's dagger, which nearly pierced his eyes. A soldier rushed forward, stretched out his arm, and stabbed the priest with a long sword. Damolin fell to the ground silently. But Damolin's death did not stop the other priests from continuing to attack.

These priestesses were so ferocious that two soldiers had their throats slit by their sharp nails and fell dead until other soldiers struck them to death with swords.

"Prince, you are injured. Come with us and we will treat your wound properly. Barshana doesn't want to hurt you, he just wants to help you." Karariel stepped over the sleeping lustful man with disgust, put away his sword, and reached out to Eltherin.

"Barshana? A reckless man! A usurper! His judgment is like a crow pecking at a carrion. I curse him! May Nisu throw him into the darkest abyss!" Eltherin roared.

In his final struggle, Eltherin, once a hero and guardian, stood up with difficulty. With a sneer of contempt on his lips, he grabbed a bone incense burner and sprinkled the burning coals on his robes. The thin fabric quickly burned like tinder, and the blue flames soon engulfed his whole body. The flames spread to the carpet, and the fire quickly spread to the tapestries hanging on the white wall.

Kalariel and the warriors moved swiftly through the smoke and deadly flames, dragging as many unconscious cultists as possible to safety. But the fire became too intense, and a dozen elves fell helplessly in the flames. He grabbed the warrior's arm as he tried to rush into the hall again.

"It's too late, the flames will consume them, maybe now they can find the peace they have been looking for."
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(Chapter 234)
At the same time, something happened in Aesop Talarian. The Cult of Khaine led by Hellebron had deviated from the scope of Morathi's version of religion. The Cult of Khaine, which had evolved to version 1.5, began to attack other Thessarai sects.

The massacre continued into the night. Funeral smoke billowed out of the temple, covering the starry sky. Hundreds of voices echoed in the streets, and civilians huddled in their homes and dared not go out.

However, the followers of the Cersaari quickly fought back, and the next night, the followers of the Cersaari were attacked by followers of other temples and dragged to the altars of other gods to be sacrificed. The homes of the Cersaari were set on fire, and the flames were reflected over the city, but the Cersaari did not approach the Temple of Khaine or attack Hellebron.

When dawn came and the dead were counted, over a hundred of Khaine's followers were killed, and nearly half of the rest were also dead. Hellebron spoke to her followers, promising that Khaine would not let these crimes go unpunished, and that she was determined to make every unaffiliated citizen in the city fear Khaine, and would never allow any other sect to challenge her authority.

The next night, followers of Kane appeared in the city and fierce fighting broke out in the streets of the temple area. No one could match the cruelty of the Kane followers. Hundreds of people died in the streets or were dragged to the altar and screamed.

Dawn brought no peace, the battle continued. The sun rose, illuminating the blood-stained city, the streets littered with corpses. Hellebron stood before the temple gates, her sisters at her side, encouraging her weary followers to continue the fight.

But the battle did not continue. Alandrian took action. The sound of horse hooves echoed in the square, and a team of knights appeared in sight. More than a hundred knights marched into the square, followed by neatly arranged archers and spearmen. This force quickly spread to the surrounding streets.

"By order of Prince Alandrian, all sects and orders must cease rioting immediately, including you. Your father is very unhappy with you."

"We are only fighting to protect ourselves!" Liris retorted.

Hellebron's heart was filled with rage, so much so that she couldn't speak. She couldn't believe that her father dared to interfere in her moment of victory!
"There will be no more fighting, all temples will be closed and a dusk to dawn curfew will be imposed. Anyone found continuing this kind of sectarian fighting will be arrested and tried as a traitor."

"I want to see my father!" screamed Hellebron.

"We have friends in the army!" Lyris echoed.

"Any Nagaryeth soldier who disobeys orders will be executed without appeal. As for your father, he sent me here to take you to him." The captain smiled, and then his smile disappeared, "You are all arrested!"

The first year is the hardest.

Hellebron roared and vented her anger. She smashed the furniture a dozen times, broke the gilded mirror, and even set the expensive carpet on fire, but her father did not waver in the slightest.

the second year.

Hellebron thought deeply, thinking of hundreds of possible ways to escape. Her swordsmanship was good enough to get her out, but the city was still half a day's journey away. There were no horses in the stables, and even if she was lucky enough to reach the city, it would be almost impossible to enter without being seen. Another option was to flee eastward, but that would be like exile, a life of imprisonment, and without the comforts of life. Year Three.

Hellebron spent time writing to Lyris, who was not imprisoned together but in the south and north. In her reply, Lyris described the cliffs where the prison stood and the sound of the waves crashing day and night. She knew that her letters would be opened and checked, and any suspicious content would be reported to her father, but this did not stop her from expressing her plans and wishes. The two sisters were in tune with each other and could capture the most subtle meanings in seemingly plain letters.

Lyris always advises Helleben to be patient, and Helleben encourages Lyris to stay strong.

Alandrian came to visit frequently, and at first Hellebron refused to see him, even throwing objects out of the window to show her displeasure. But when he stopped coming, Hellebron wrote him again, apologizing and hoping to make peace with him, perhaps touching his feelings and winning his freedom. But he did not waver, and he gave Hellebron a simple choice: either give up her loyalty to Kane or remain imprisoned.

Hellebron did not respond. She knew that she could not give up Kane. If she gave up her status as Kane's bride, it would mean admitting defeat and abandoning her deep ambitions. She could not do this, and finally told her father reluctantly that she would not give up her love for Kane.

Alandrian did not persuade, but simply told Hellebron that the option was always open.

To an elf, three years was but the blink of an eye, but to Hellebron it was a slow torture, and day by day she was aware that her dream was fading away.

While the sisters were imprisoned, Alandrian continued to use various means to bring the cult to heel, and he reopened the temples, including the temple of Khaine. Without the sisters, the followers of Khaine were less powerful than before, and for a moment they reverted to their past, becoming a military unit rather than a true cult. Occasionally, a beastman or greenskin, or even a human raider from the north, was brought into the city to be sacrificed to the god of the bloody hand.

But things soon took a turn for the better.

"Civil war has broken out in Nagarythe."

Hellebron opened her mouth wide when she heard the news, then shook her head, thinking she had heard it wrong.

"Prince Malekith has returned from his journey to the north, but Morathi has attempted to prevent him from taking the throne. I only learned of this yesterday. The captain who brought the news said that he had entered Tar Anlek and that Morathi would be sent to the court of the Phoenix King to be tried for treason." Alandrian's tone was stiff, as if he was reciting a letter.

"Morath will be judged by Barshana and the other princes?" Hellebron laughed so hard that tears streamed down her cheeks and she had to hold on to the edge of the table to keep herself steady. She laughed again, and the image of Morathi being humiliated came to her mind. "This is wonderful news, it's wonderful!"

In response, Alandrian expressed confusion. He looked at Hellebron with a puzzled look. He didn't understand why his daughter had such a big emotional fluctuation.

"Nagarythe is fighting among itself, and the faction still loyal to Morathi is fighting against those who follow Malekith."

"These unrests will inevitably spread to Aesop Talarian. You are Malekith's lieutenant, and he handed the city over to you. In the past few years, the sect has been loyal to Morathi, and those priests are Morathi's lackeys and puppets. Your enemies will take this opportunity to expel you." Hellebron sat down again, her mind suddenly filled with various possibilities, and then she began to analyze.

"I thought of that, too." Alandrian said as he sat down again and waved Hellebron to sit next to him. He placed his gauntleted hand on the table in front of Hellebron and said in an earnest gesture, "I have a new proposal."

"You may ask for anything you like, whatever it is, Father."

Then, Hellebron waited another two years, and after Alandrian's plan was in place, the Great Purge began. Aesop Talarian's Thessarai sect was wiped out, and the Khaine sect flourished, and the 2.0 version of the Khaine sect appeared.

Soon, the Great Schism began, and Alandrian responded to Malekith, abandoned Athos Talarian, and returned to Ulthuan. Due to his outstanding performance in the pursuit of the Shadow King and in various battles, Hellebron's Cult of Khaine was recognized by Morathi, and the 2.0 version of the Cult of Khaine was upgraded to version 2.5.

When they arrived in Naggaroth, the remnants of the Cult of Thesarai from Ulthuan still held sway among the Duruchi, but soon Hellebron's 2.5 Cult of Khaine emerged as the most powerful of the other cults. Smoke from funeral pyres enveloped the cities of Naggaroth, and bloodthirsty mobs roamed the streets, killing and dismembering others, and all kinds of violence broke out for no reason.

Instead of quelling these extreme behaviors, Malekith tried to guide the fanatical beliefs of these Druchi in a direction that was beneficial to himself. He declared himself to be the incarnation of Cain, suppressing Hellebron in the Cain sect system.

At the same time, Morathi responded by gifting the Death Witches with sacred boiling pools of blood. The Death Witches of Har Ganthi bathed in the blood of the sacrifices and regained their youth. However, she hid the secret of the boiling pools, which resulted in the Death Witches' rejuvenation being only temporary.

Hellebron and the Death Witches indulged in this bloody ritual, and eventually time passed and they aged again. When they had to bathe again to regain their beauty, they realized that Morathi had trapped them in dependence with the temptation of eternal beauty. Hellebron once refused the baptism of this ritual, and as a result, she became old and haggard, and even needed the blood of faithful believers to nourish her until she could bathe in the boiling pool of blood again.

From this point on, Hellebron, with new hatreds and old grudges added together, hated Morathi even more. And with the appearance of the boiling blood pool, the Cult of Khaine was upgraded again to version 3.0, which has been maintained until now.

However, this is only the Cult of Khaine led by Hellebron. Morathi also controls a Cult of Khaine, but compared to Hellebron's Cult of Khaine, the Cult of Khaine under Morathi seems to be declining, only having influence in Gorond, and still staying in the 1.0 era.

Hellebron's Cult of Khaine is more of a radical faction, while Morathi's Cult of Khaine is more of a conservative faction. But there is no doubt that both of these sects are heretical cults, and neither of them is a good thing. Of course, there is also a Cult of Khaine led by Malekith in the middle, which is mainly composed of Khaine assassins.

However, this is only the Kane sect.

Although the sects of Edrezer, Nisu, Anes Lema, Hecate, and Maselan were suppressed by the Cain sect, they still had room to move around. The Black Guards and some other warriors believed in Edrezer, the Dark Riders believed in Nisu, and Anes Lema's temples were spread all over Krakarond and Karkarond, not to mention Hecate and Maselan.

Only the Asati sect is a little special. The Asati sect is very chaotic. There are many sects, such as the Cult of Excess, the Cult of Luxury, etc., but there is no Cult of Pleasure.

The Cult of Pleasure has departed from the realm of the Cult of Thessarai and is a full-fledged Chaos Cult dedicated to Slaanesh, the ruler of pleasure, pain and extremes.

Very messy...

Asati is a faerie deity of pleasure and seduction, often depicted as a hooded figure entwined with blood-red serpents. She has a profound rivalry with her sister Hecate, with each attempting to kill the other on numerous occasions. She is the mistress of all forms of seduction, and it is said that the mere sight of her causes mortals to collapse in utter, unquestioning humiliation.

For this reason, those Duruchi who have infiltrated Asur society consider her an important deity, for she alone can unlock the hearts and minds of the Asur that the Duruchi wish to corrupt.

Although somewhat similar to Slaanesh, Asati does exist and is a true elven god, not a skin or trumpet of Slaanesh. But the snakes and the abilities they possess make the two look too similar. Without corruption detection, it is difficult to tell whether they are Asati followers or Slaanesh followers, or have taken a step towards Slaanesh's embrace.

There is a saying among Asur scholars that since the Elves first went to war with Chaos during the Great Invasion, Slaanesh has been the most successful of the four Chaos Gods in corrupting and infiltrating Elven culture, offering great power to those who are determined to pursue it. The result was the birth of the Cult of Pleasure, which subsequently played a major role in a series of events leading to the Elven Civil War.

They classified the indulgent sects, the extravagant sects and the pleasure sects into one category: cults, and listed them as key targets for crackdown.

Of course, this is just what Asur said. However, they have a reason for thinking so. During the interrogation, the Sword Masters of Hoeth obtained some information about the cold land.

After Druki settled in Naggaroth, the Witch King Malekith issued a decree to ban the Cult of Pleasure and replace it with the Cult of Khaine. He believed that Khaine, the elven god of murder and war, could forge his people into a sword and point it directly at Druki's hated cousins ​​of Ulthuan. Desire and pleasure are endless, do not respect any authority, not even himself, and may turn against him at any time.

The priests of the Cult of Pleasure were purged by Khaine's Assassins, with a few escaping into the Chaos Wastes or returning to Ulthuan.

Thanks to Drusala's previous identity, Dacuus learned a lot of unknown information. The Cult of Pleasure was officially banned, but Malekith's spies were never able to completely destroy the cult.

The Cult of Pleasure is still very active with the support and protection of Morathi. When these believers are secretly active in Naggaroth, they do not claim to be members of the Cult of Pleasure, but instead claim to be members of the Cult of Indulgence or the Cult of Luxury, using a different identity to confuse the public.

The members of the Cult of Pleasure lurking in Ulthuan are much more casual and flexible. When Asati is needed to deal with Asur, Asati is brought out, and when not needed, it is called Slaanesh. It is still one of the great scourges of Ulthuan, and the Swordmaster of Hoeth focuses on attacking it, but it can never be defeated because it is related to the elves themselves.

When Nakali escaped from the Maelstrom, he prayed to the Great Slaanesh and sent soft dream fragments into the Waystones. These dream fragments then floated across Ulthuan with the surge of magical winds.

In the south of the Kingdom of Cosqui, a group of fanatical believers were touched by Nakali's magic. As they lay naked and performed crazy rituals, a strange desire entered their minds. This desire told them when and where they should go to welcome a being that was about to come to the world.

In the kingdom of Nagarythe, a group of lurking Druki received a message telling them to head east. To them, it seemed like an order from Morathi herself, and if they obeyed, they would be rewarded by Morathi.

In the Kingdom of Safri, a great wizard who had long dabbled in Slaanesh was driven by a dream and headed west to explore a great secret.

Throughout Ulthuan, wizards and Asur with second sight were trapped in a maze of dreams, and their minds were filled with the promises and threats of the greatest daemons of Slaanesh.

Then a ragtag army of Slaanesh appeared around Nakkari, which is why Slaanesh favors the elves.

Now, there are two obstacles in front of Daxus, namely Morathi and Hellebron. After returning to Naggaroth, he must find an opportunity to knock out Morathi as soon as possible. The sects of indulgence and luxury have been completely rotten. Even if they are not rotten, he dare not use this group of Morathi's old team. He is ready to make a one-size-fits-all move and directly let Agilethi, Renn and Vethil come to sweep the holes with thunder.

He didn't care whether it was the Kadai pantheon or the Sesarai pantheon. Today was different from the past. Asuryan had loosened the restrictions on the elven gods, so some things could be done.

Not to mention that he owes some favors to the gods, religion is a very good tool in his eyes. It depends on how it is used and how it is operated. It is bad in Morathi's hands, but good in his hands. Lauren Lauren's Cain sect is good, and Naggaroth's Cain sect is bad. Good ones are religions, and bad ones are illegal religions and cults that need to be banned and suppressed.

Strictly speaking, the Storm Weaver Cult is a legitimate sect of the Setharai. After all, Maslan is a member of the Setharai pantheon. In the Asur society, it is considered a cult, but due to various reasons and needs, the Asur have always been flexible in this regard...

The Storm Weaver Order that was newly established in Chapeyuto is not a cult at all. It is a serious religion that serves Duruchi and even the entire elven society in the future. It is a good thing!
Elves have a strong pursuit of senses and emotions. This is the characteristic of elves and cannot be avoided.

As for Asati, he had no intention of letting Hecate kill Asati, but in fact he had already done so... With the population explosion, there would be more and more sorceresses, and as a result, Hecate's power would increase. Then he also destroyed those sects that had close ties with Asati. With the increase of one thing and the decrease of the other, it is possible that Asati would be killed by Hecate one day.

He had to protect Asati and let Asati exist to block Slaanesh. It would be better to praise Asati than to praise Slaanesh. If Asati died, it would be a bit troublesome. He would have to refer to the Aida next door and copy and paste the tribe's system.

Reproduction is the purview of Aisha, but sex can be brought within the purview of Asati and appropriately stripped from Aisha.

He was ready to start over, referencing Lauren Loren's Indulgence Sect, starting with sex, and creating an Asati sect similar to a marriage agency or women's federation, doing some social gatherings, handing out hyacinths and the ignorance of love, etc...

At least it was like this now, let's run it for a while and see how it goes, after all he owed Asati a favor. In the future, he didn't know if he would go too far, would Asuryan beat him up if he crossed the line? Or would he just kill him? He couldn't say for sure. (End of this chapter)