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==Biography==
===Early Life===
Maliko was born in [[Archive:Egregan|Egregan]] to [[Archive:Sparkus|Sparkus]] and Mini Egregor. At three years old, Maliko was sent to the [[Archive:Redna|Redna]] College of Magic to ensure his safety away from the dangerous life of his father. At the school, Maliko showed himself to be a natural at the magic arts.
===Death of Sparkus===
Maliko was notified by Egregani Council about his fathers death and invited him to pay respects before his body was moved. Once Maliko arrived at [[Archive:The Sirens Wake|The Sirens Wake]], next to his father he found piles upon piles of tomes and historical documents. The guardsmen informed Maliko that as his successor, [[Archive:Sparkus|Sparkus]] had left him is entire wealth and title to Egregan. In an official statement, Maliko handed over complete control of Egregan to the [[Archive:Republic of Lydoneia|Lydoneian]] House of Representatives and bought some estate in [[Archive:Taffasan|Taffasan]]
=== Current life ===
Maliko sent for the tomes and documents to be sent over to his newly purchased study, in hope that he could understand the ailment that took his fathers life. Once graduated, he set out his path along every Alathran road and trail to figure out the meaning for his fathers death and what he was fighting for or against.
<nowiki>***</nowiki> ''These were written by scribes detailing the actions of prominent figures throughout Alathra during the cataclysm'' <nowiki>***</nowiki>▼
▲''These were written by scribes detailing the actions of prominent figures throughout Alathra during the cataclysm''
==== Early days ====
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Maliko got to work on something unheard of. It was ambitious and had next to no chance of working, but it was something he was willing to give up his life for. He had most of the materials he needed from his little shopping spree around the world and from the times he had "borrowed" from major institutions. There was one thing however that he had intentionally left one thing out. It lay buried behind an old pub in the south.
Once Maliko had reached what is now called [[Archive:Blackrose|Blackrose]], he entered his fathers resting place. [[Archive:The Sirens Wake|The Sirens Wake]] still stood tall after many decades. Memories flashed before him. As a child, Maliko was rarely allowed to see Sparkus due to his high profile engagements and threats of war. The times he did see him was when they would both meet here. Those were the only moments where he truly felt like a child; sneaking onto the roof with the other village kids, throwing snowballs at passer-bys, being scolded by his father only for him to ruffle his hair and show him how to make a proper one.
Nowadays the town was barren. The children, all grown up and shipped off to whatever war was current, the elderly long gone and those that remain hiding behind boarded up windows bracing for the next raider attack.
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Once dug up, Maliko placed his fathers prosthetic in his satchel. Whilst it was his fathers, the sight of the unworldly technology sickened him and its pulsating purple glow made his very bones ache. But he needed it for what came next.
==== The
It was midnight. Maliko placed down his runes, set up his machine, and pitched the divining rods into the ground. He was ready.
The landscape was ruined now. Days after days of meteoric barrage had turned the land into something foreign from what lay there before. Fault lines had ruptured, splitting continents and shifting others. The air was now toxic, and the only beings still on the surface were only the most powerful. But much like the population that took refuge under the surface, they too were aware of their unlikely survival. The stage was set. Unrelenting power surged through Maliko as he stood upon the platform and placed his hand upon the alter. The machine whistled, runic circuits flickered and a beam of light pierced the sky from below. A haunting laugh echoed around the world, turning the beam of light from white to red.
Maliko, stood vulnerable, felt the power pour away from him. The ritual sacrifice was his own.
"What does the son of Sparkus want with me! Are you too ashamed of your world collapsing around you that you have to pester me! I have watched you grow powerful, and yet you refuse to help your people in these days of end?"
The pure red figure stood before him. Maliko chuckled to himself and locked eyes with the god.
"Occidere we finally meet. Its been a long time coming"
Maliko lashed out towards the god, and was swiftly batted away. Fortunately, Maliko had hoped for this, as he had placed binding runes around the entire area. This meant that the god could not retreat until Maliko wanted.
"Is this your last ditch attempt at god-hood Maliko, youre smart enough to know thats not how this works"
But he didnt want to ascend to a higher state. No, Maliko wanted the opposite. He had bound the god to the mortal state. He ran towards the machine, and flicked the switch and ran. A bubble of void energies surrounded the god, trailing up the beam of light and shattering the surface of the red celestial body.
A huge explosion engulfed the void bubble, and not long was it outdone by the one behind the moon. Occidere, bewildered, looked up to the planet by the same name. In its place was a cloud of red dust. He didnt say much. Instead, a defeated smile plastered his face, for he now knew that these would be his final hours.
Maliko had ensured that the future survivors of Alathra would never have to endure the suffering of the god, nor have that ugly red spot spy on them from behind the moon. In his last few hours left on this world, he did a much smaller ritual. He took the arm out of the machine and held it high, the energy it had absorbed from the god would be key in this.
The sky was dark now, the meteors now taking up the entire sky. At the Sirens Wake, Maliko placed his fathers arm down on the chair and began the incantations. This spell would ensure the legacy his father had left with him would survive the end of the world.
"Hundreds of thousands of years will pass, father. A child shall be born bearing your name and it shall live a life you were robbed of. I hope to meet you when that time comes"
Then Maliko went to Homotown and died on the beach with all his friends <blockquote>The End</blockquote>
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