Mohg, Lord of Blood

Ah, thou speakest of Mohg? A stain upon the Golden Lineage, and a bitter, painful jest inflicted upon us all. Attend closely, Tarnished, and I shall speak the truth of my loathsome twin.

The Omen's Curse and the Royal Seal

Mohg is one of the despised Omens, twin to this very king, yet born beneath the crushing weight of that terrible curse. Like myself, he was marked by the horns and the heavy shadow of his birth, deemed an offense to the Golden Order.

Marika, in her wisdom, saw fit to seal us away beneath the capital, in the dreadful Subterranean Shunning-Grounds. There, he and I were meant to rot, forgotten by the graceful light of the Erdtree.

I accepted my station; I became the Veiled Monarch, the defender of the very city that shunned me. But Mohg... he harbored a profound, festering resentment. He found his solace not in duty, but in a corrupting, vile power.

The Formless Mother and the Dynasty

Mohg did reject the wisdom of the Erdtree and the Greater Will, instead turning his desperate gaze outward, seeking kinship with a force as wretched as his own bitterness: the Formless Mother.

This Outer God is a being of blood and hedonism, a whispering horror that demands transgression and feeds upon the very essence of life. Mohg, in his madness, was consumed by this communion.

He named himself the Lord of Blood, believing himself chosen to usher in a new age, a foul Mohgwyn Dynasty built upon the spilled vitae of others. He founded his secret, dripping palace deep beneath the earth, a place of sickening worship.

The Ultimate Transgression

Yet, his ambition did not end with mere worship. It led to the deepest of blasphemies.

Thou knowest of Miquella, the kindliest Empyrean, the brother of Malenia? Mohg, in his unnatural lust for power and a consort, did steal the sleeping Empyrean from the Haligtree.

He seeks to corrupt Miquella's flesh, bathing the youth in ritual blood, hoping to force his ascension into a God of this new, detestable dynasty, with Mohg himself as the Elden Lord. 'Tis a grotesque, incestuous ambition that defies all nature and honor!

He is a traitor to his blood, a blasphemer against the Order, and a sickening fool blinded by a perverse, Outer God.

Shouldst thou encounter this Lord of Blood, do not hesitate. He is a sickness that must be cleansed from the world, a self-pitying horror who justifies his filth with delusions of destiny. Strike him down, Tarnished, and put an end to this shameful, bloody dream.