Much Later….
"We'll stir up thoughts of rebellion here, here and here" explained Malek "These are the main points that Archon Tahril's most loyal followers, who won't join us, will gather. Once they've been taken out, Tahril's role as an Archon will be ended by us and his own followers."
"Remind me why we're doing this again?" asked one of Malek's Archons
"We are following orders from Lord Vect" sadi Malek "Tahril has become an embarrassment to Commorragh and to Lord Vect's Kabal"
"For Commorragh"
"For Commorragh" muttered everyone else as they cut their wrists and held their arms out, letting the blood drip onto the floor. After they pulled their arms back, a Sybarite walked through the door, bowing when he reached Malek and the others.
"Everyone knows what to do" reported the Sybarite "We await your order, Supreme Archon"
"Go; deceive Tahril's fools into fighting for us"
The Sybarite bowed slightly and left the building, Malek turning back to the Archons and others. Malek rose into the air, shadows coiling around him, lifting him off the ground.
"As my attendant's, I expect you to do all you can to turn Tahril's men on him" said Malek "Those who do not turn, will die or become our slaves, for the Kabal of Dark Souls!"
At these words Malek and all in the room opened their palm and shadows slithered out of their hands and gathered in the centre of the room, creating the banner of the Kabal of Dark Souls.
Meanwhile, at the other side of the massive war city….
Tahril walked around his side of the war city, watching the kabalite's of the Dark Souls talk to his own men. He did not like those shadow manipulators, letting darkness do their dirty work instead of fighting the enemy themselves. Striking then disappearing even faster than other Dark Eldar do. Malek was the worst of them; Tahril had hated him ever since he met him. He had respected his father for staying Supreme Archon of a Kabal for so long and for his dedication to Commorragh and Lord Vect. Always doing what Lord Vect would ask him to do, always doing what was best for Commorragh. Malek inherited this loyalty but had also inherited his mother's wit. He is the only reason why the Kabal of The Rending Talon and the Poisoned Tongue Kabal never worked together; Malek had challenged Lady Malys to a battle of wits and, surprisingly, emerged triumphant. Lady Malys was furious, that a mere Dark Eldar adolescent had beaten her in verbal combat. She sent many assassins after him, all of them with their own blades in their chest found dead at her doorstep. But the hatred between Malek and himself was neve ended because he knew something that Malek wanted no one but him to know. Imagine, if all of Commorragh found out that "Supreme Archon" Malekith Sythil was a-
Tahril's thoughts were interrupted by some of his men, who were shouting at one of Malek's soldiers.
"Are you saying that you're Kabal exceeds ours?" shouted one of Tahril's warriors
"Yes I am!" shouted back Malek's soldier
Tahril walked over to the arguers and got in between them as they started throwing punches at them.
"Alright, alright!" shouted Tahril "You! Back to your posts! And you, back to your own quarter!"
As the arguers left the area, Tahril walked back to his fortress. As he was walking back he was aware that his soldiers were staring at him and where whispering. As Tahril walked into his room, he frowned. Something just wasn't right, why were his soldiers staring at him and whispering? He didn't like it at all. Since the arrival of Malek, things had gone surprisingly well. The Alpha Legion of Chaos had been wiped out on their Peninsula; they had gained control of Kaurava IV and they had just gained control of a small portal gate on Kaurava II from the pompous Tau.
"Guards! I want you to seal every entrance into this fortress; I don't any trigger happy Dark Souls Commorites sneaking in here. Also put movement detectors in every shadow, those Commorites are known for being able to appear from any shadow" ordered Tahril
"Yes sir"
Tahril undressed and put something else on. He had just turned out the light when he was suddenly picked up and thrown against the room. Tahril got up and looked around the room, spotting his attacker. All Dark Eldar can see exceptionally well in darkness, as Commorragh is a city, with little light, but this darkness was different. It was unnatural, only one thing could be the cause of this; a Darker had teleported into his room before he had gotten there. Tahril was ducking and diving out of the way each time his attacker swiped at him with his blade. If only he could get to his Power Claw, he could hold out a bit longer until the guards smashed the door down.
"Is this all you can do? Running away from each attempted hit?"
"No" simply replied Tahril, as he jumped towards the attacker. Tahril landed next to him and his foot met his attackers face, knocking the attacker to the ground. Even though the attacker was getting up, the temporary victory gave Tahril enough time to put on and activate his Power Claw. Both of the Dark Eldar charged at each other, weapons flashing back and forth, each of them trying to find a weakness that could end the duel. Tahril could sense his opponent had not expected things to turn against him like this, the attacker only thought that it would just another easy assassination. Tahril saw the blade coming up from the attacker's side and jumped out of the way, only to see the sword flash across his face. Tahril cursed himself, a feint he should have seen. Now he had a scar across his left cheek and scars from the blades made of pure darkness and Commorrite metal never healed. Only the Kabal of Dark Souls used those kinds of weapons now.
"It's been nice, getting to know you but I must take my leave"
"You're Supreme Archon won't be getting away with this!" shouted Tahril
"You think he ordered me to do this?" asked the attacker "How do you know I wasn't paid to do this by someone else?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Malek didn't tell me to do this" said the attacker; Tahril could see the smirk on his face "Someone else did"
"Who?"
"You'll see sooner or later" said the attacker, stepping backwards into the shadows. Tahril started to run towards him, knowing he was going to teleport back to wherever he came from but stopped knowing there was no point to it "And if you know what's good for you, I'd try finding out sooner"
The darkness soon faded into nothing and the door fell to the ground. Tahril could see that the guards had finally resorted to using a Disintegrator Cannon to get in.
"Archon, your face!" pointed one of the guards
"I know" replied Tahril calmly, wiping the blood off "It'll stop bleeding soon"
"I apologize Archon, the blame is mine" stepped forward the guard whom he had talked to before the attack
"No, what's done is done" said Tahril, shaking his head "The matter of punishment shall be discussed with Malek Sythil, one of his followers did this"
"I've never seen Archon Tahril like this before" whispered one of the guards "He's just been attacked and he's so calm"
"It's just an illusion. Archon Tahril is known for being calm when something bad has happened to him and then he explodes with rage" explained one of the other guards "It's quite an amusing spectacle"