Once a bright and noble Fae, a being who's shown the same amount of happiness and joy that so many other Fae selflessly displayed. Bright, empathetic and loving, the once charmful Fae would sing songs in the night, that which replenished the forest with growth and beauty.

However, such tranquility could never last long. For when man began to arrive into the world, so too did Maliceion's rage. They watched as the forests and trees that listened to their song were cut down, burned or torn apart.

Outraged, they have counselled with many other Duanann, only to be met with deaf ears. They chose to not intervene with the invaders, instead to continue with their own desires, leaving Maliceion betrayed and scornful. Now, their only choice was to gain a divine answer from the gods, praying to each and every one of them... Only to be met with same results.

With despair and rage, they've let out a cry of anger, annoyed and beyond furious. Not only was Malicion was brushed aside by their fellow Fae and friends, but also the very gods themselves. Maliceion soon sworn that they will do anything to cast vengeance on the ones who destroyed their land, and until that vow was spoken, an answer was finally heard.

With words like silk and a tone similar to a hush breeze, a being of unknowing origin soon made themselves clear. Though hushed tones and whispers, Maliceion and the entity have struck a pact, that which gives the Fae a terrible, yet powerful magic. In return, Maliceion was given the task to spread the same ideals they've valued, spite. For this entity seemingly drawn power from it.

In mere months, great swathes of land were spread with the bloodstain of mortal blood. Humans hanged from trees, implaed by black crystals that seemingly grew and leeched on the trees of the forests. Fanatical chanting and screams howled though the day and night, produced by the growing followers that were poisoned by Maliceion's words, spreading their malice and spite further in the Ixchel wilds. The wildlife, the balance of nature, fractured by this movement.

Soon, earth was reduced to rot, fire spread to devour the natural land, water and rain soon froze from icy chills as horrid mists and fogs ingulfed the land in a sickening grip. But the song that both Maliceion and their followers sang was a horrid and twisted version of which Maliceion used to sing to bring life to the wilds, now replacing it with a corruption, feeding the entity with growing power.

However, no one truly knew how this horrid army was defeated, but it was said that on the day that which Maliceion and their followers were felled and imprisoned, a soothing song, that which was produced by a magical flute some would say. Whatever the case may be, both Maliceion and their fanatic followers were imprisoned in magical amber, son to be transported to a magical fortress that which housed the horrid fae, whose rage, hatred, fury, spite and malice grew more and more like chocking weed, and now, the time has come for the revenge.