The alliance between Nyx and Morgana was a fusion of ambition and darkness. They spent days in the depths of the subterranean realm, planning their assault on the surface world, combining Morgana's arcane knowledge with Nyx's mastery of Chaos. But Morgana felt something was missing. Her power, though immense and newly awakened, still felt… incomplete.
"My name," Morgana said one night, as they watched a holographic map of Umbria projected by Nyx's magic, "is Le Fay. The Faerie. Merlin always saw it as a weakness, a connection to the wild, the unpredictable. He suppressed it, as he suppressed my royal blood."
Nyx, sitting on her throne with Poimandres coiled at her side, regarded her with interest. "The Fae," she said, with a calculating smile, "possess an ancient magic, tied to the very essence of creation and destruction. A magic that Chaos can… amplify."
"What do you mean?" Morgana asked, feeling a spark of old curiosity mixed with her new, cold ambition.
"I mean," Nyx replied, rising and approaching Morgana, "that your 'Fay' lineage is not a weakness. It is untapped potential. A power that, with the right catalyst, could elevate you beyond a mere sorceress, beyond even a queen."
Nyx's red eyes flashed with a malicious light. "You could become something more. Something... divine. An embodiment of the dark magic of the fairies. A Goddess."
The idea resonated in Morgana's dark soul. A Goddess. The title held undeniable appeal. It would be the ultimate mockery of Merlin, of the destiny he had tried to impose on her. To embrace the part of her he feared most and turn it into her greatest strength.
"How?" Morgana asked, her voice an anxious whisper.
"With a ritual," Nyx said. "A ritual that will channel the power of Chaos, the essence of this subterranean realm, and the primordial force of Poimandres, fusing them with your latent Fay blood. It will break you, rebuild you, transform you."
Morgana did not hesitate. The promise of even greater power, of a transformation that would elevate her above all who had scorned her, was too tempting. "Do it," she ordered.
Nyx smiled. "As you wish, Sister in the Dark."
The ritual took place in the deepest cavern of the realm, before the black altar where Poimandres had been reborn. Nyx drew a complex circle on the floor with chalk made of pulverized bones and dark moon dust. She placed black candles burning with green and purple flames, and chanted in a guttural language that made the stones vibrate.
Poimandres stood, his fiery red eyes fixed on Morgana, who stood at the center of the circle. The primordial dragon exhaled a cloud of chaotic energy, a red and black mist that enveloped Morgana, penetrating her skin, her bones, her soul.
Morgana screamed, a scream that was both agony and ecstasy. She felt her body being torn apart and rebuilt at the molecular level. She saw visions of dark forests, of shadowy creatures with glowing eyes, of faerie courts where savage rituals were held beneath black moons. She felt the essence of the twisted earth, the corruption of nature, the wild and capricious power of the dark faeries.
Her hair, once black, took on iridescent highlights like the wings of a night beetle. Her pale skin became even whiter, almost luminescent, with fine dark lines that looked like veins of shadow beneath the surface. Her eyes, once filled with human fury, now glowed with a deep, cold, and ancient emerald light, flecked with red sparks of Chaos. And from her back, translucent shadows briefly unfurled, taking the form of thorny wings, as if made of solidified night, before retracting.
When the ritual ended, Morgana straightened, panting, but with a triumphant smile on her lips. She was no longer just Morgana Le Fay, the betrayed sorceress. She was something more.
"Rise," Nyx said, a mixture of admiration and caution in her voice. "Rise, Morgana, the Dark Faerie Goddess."
Morgana raised a hand, and the shadows in the cavern twisted to her will, forming thorns and tendrils that danced around her. She felt a deep connection to the darkness, to corrupted nature, to the primordial power of Chaos now fused with her Fae essence. She could weave illusions that would drive the most sane, command poisonous plants and shadowy beasts, and her touch could wither life or instill dark madness.
"Yes," Morgana whispered, savoring the power coursing through her veins. "This is my true self. This is what Merlin tried to hide."
She looked at Nyx, her emerald eyes glowing with a new and terrifying determination. "The world will know the power of the Dark Faerie Goddess," she declared. "And she will kneel."
The alliance had strengthened. The threat had become divine. Morgana, reborn as a nightmarish faerie entity, was ready to unleash his fury upon an unsuspecting world, with Nyx and Poimandres at his side. The darkness now had a new and terrifying champion.