#veiled monarch in shackles (morgott)

[nighthaunting]

This deserves a more in-depth post but I’ve been thinking about Morgott again and just off the cuff it IS very funny in terms of symmetry that Marika imprisoned Morgott in the Shunning Grounds to the point that he was shackled to keep him there and now Morgott is doing such a good job defending the Erdtree to keep the Tarnished from burning his city down that he’s incidentally keeping Marika imprisoned in her Elden Ring Breaker’s Time Out Crucifixion Evergaol

How the turn tables type situation honestly

Morgott’s devotion to the Erdtree is continually framed as him being overly invested in the Golden Order’s dogma by fandom which is I think a misread of his situation, as I’ve said before, but Morgott’s devotion to defending the Erdtree has also kept Marika imprisoned for ???? years so he’s also honestly doing more than any other demigod to directly pay her back for his terrible childhood, and its entirely unwitting which is the funniest part

I have seen a lot of fanworks belaboring Morgott’s imagined mommy issues and religious issues but I think we need to lean in more on the fact that Morgott was also directly keeping anyone from breaking the Erdtree open like a piñata to find out what happened to Marika for the length of An Age

The Veiled Monarch running Leyndell like its the fucking Navy and whenever anyone asks him what happened to the God Queen he’s like ‘its fine don’t worry about it also under no circumstances should anyone approach the Erdtree Sanctuary no reason she just needs her privacy’

Did he occasionally hear muffled clanging coming from inside as Radagon tried to fix the Elden Ring and ignore it because it’s none of his business?

IDK I just think this is very funny Morgott successfully jailed his Godly parent for like a thousand years by accident by being extremely good at siege defense strategy and also hunting Tarnished for sport

[purgetrooperfox]

I don't understand ;~; who are your new monster blorbos? morgott? margit?

oh lord. well, elden ring, so buckle up. putting most of it behind a readmore yw

margit is a projection of morgott! this is morgott

he is

the son of a god + the first ever ✨️elden lord✨️

but he was born with a """curse""", hence the horns and tail and generally not human physique (he's an omen. not metaphorically, that what his kind are called) so mom and dad shackled him and his twin brother in the sewers so their existence wouldn't besmirch the royal line. they got out Eventually

this is his brother (mohg). he pledged himself to a god besides his mom and embraced his curse so he's hiding in the underworld until the golden order falls

anyway the golden order is the era that began with their momgod's reign. before that was the crucible era, which fun fact sounds much less hateful toward omens. didn't throw them in sewers and/or mutilate them etc

anyway anyway there's an Event where the elden ring (powerful) shatters and a bunch of demigods each get a fragment of it and there's a war and in the end of all that, morgott becomes the "veiled monarch"

he has to be veiled (by magic that makes him look human, presumably) or just never show his face. probably the latter afaik. so he kind of seems to be trapped in another prison but at least now it's a castle not the sewers

btw morgott is like. fanatical about the golden order, carrying out what he assumes marika's (momgod) wishes to be after her death* even though the tenets of the golden order say he's an abomination and a disgrace and subhuman and the worst and kick his ass every day. because he was born with the omen curse. he has stockholm syndrome of the most heartbreaking variety. like he hates himself so very much but he doesn't think anyone else will do the job that needs to be done

mohg said fuck that noise and tbh I do not blame him

anyway anyway anyway morgott's job (self-imposed) is to guard this big gold magic tree (erd tree). he gets zero benefits or recognition for doing this. part of this job is killing a bunch of tarnished (player character) who want to usurp him and potentially hurt the tree. to do this he projects himself across the country as margit the fell omen, since he can't expose his identity

this is the erd tree

margit is like. idk if I'd say an alter ego. he's a physical projection, looks exactly like morgott, has some of his combat ability, he's the version you fight early on in the game

later when he's at full strength he has many more moves. very scary. he also has a big sword imbued with his cursed blood that looks like this

uhhhhhh his other full sibling is godwyn (who got halfway assassinated and is now physically trapped on the mortal plane without a soul. rip. this was otchestrsted by their half sister. double rip). this is godwyn's back

that pic isn't necessary but I enjoy it

I probably forgot some important stuff and included some irrelevant stuff :) I hope you enjoyed

[draconic-ichor]

Sunlight

Short dabble

Morgott

Warnings: strong language, cannon typical violence, brief mention of blood, brief mentions of trauma

Might work on this a bit more in the future…but for now: feedback appreciated

Sunlight was coveted.

That ever golden brilliance that rivaled that of the Erdtree when it peeked through the sewer grates, sending a resplendent disparity among the constant gloom. Sunlight brought health and strength, the omen not understanding the science behind it but noticing its effects. The older, much bigger and brutish, stock would guard the common areas of sunlight; spending the days basking in it.

Morgott remembers being small, growing sick and stunted in the darkness. How he first felt true jealousy when watching the older omen laze like cats. All the while he was forced away, forced back into the dark.

When he became big himself, he fought back. Not to those that truly wronged him, or to the suffocating structures that placed him in such a horrific circumstance…but to the other omen, the ones with a face he could sink his claws into.

The fight was long and gruesome. By the time Morgott stepped into that coveted shaft of sunlight he was covered in a crimson sheen of blood. He blinked up into the brilliance…

…and found it lacking.

All the years sat waiting, building this to a revered place of standing, even measuring it up to the fabled healing rays of the Erdtree. To find only a simple beam of light. No more, no less.

It was bitter.

But that was long ago…

Warmth sank deep into his bones, a salve to ancient aches. The grasses swirled around him with a gentle breeze. The time in the darkness, deep below the capital, memories now. He’d been free of those shackles, if more physically than metaphorically, for years; taking up his birthright and becoming sole protector of the Erdtree.

While the veiled monarch was hidden behind the safe walls of the capital, Morgott could explore the lands he was kept from under his alias: Margit. The knights did not dare question the omen when he would wander away from the protection of the capital, fully unaware it was their king slipping away again.

Morgott lay upon the ground, allowing himself the simple pleasure of sunbathing, his eye closed to the warm brilliance overhead. This was one of the few comforts he awarded himself, stealing time away just to lay against the earth and clear his head.

If only his younger self could see him now: living in the sun and free to wander the countryside if the will took him. He hummed a bit, hand fanning out to smooth over the grasses beside him. Air heavy with nectar and the scent of everything growing filled his nose… yes, if only his child self could know….

Blinking open his good eye, he realized just how long he’d been there by the suns high point above him. For all the musings of freedoms he truly had little, his duties keeping him quite busy.

Morgott rose with a groan, stretching and hearing his old bones crack in protest. Picking up his cane he started on his way, passing a flock of sheep, their dark wool a heavy contrast to the golden yellow of the grasses they grazed upon. The ram stood at attention, eyeing Morgott up and down.

The omen paused, almost chuckling at the indignant stomp the ram gave as a warning.

Brave little creature indeed…

Morgott thought, deciding to move on when the ram bleated at him. He came to the side of a stream, kneeling down; the stones were tumbled smooth from countless years along the same banks. Dipping his hand into the clear water, Morgott marveled how clean it was, how this simple pleasure was taken for such granted. Cupping his hands he took a long drink, savoring the sweetness. Further downstream he could see a clutch of juvenile land octopi playing about in the shallows, their joyous chirps just audible on the breeze.

He sat back on his haunches, taking in a deep breath. Even in the shattering, life still found ways of going on. Creatures with no memory of the time before, to idea of what was lost.

Blissful.

[on-stained-glass-wings]

“☕️” + the omen children

(Mohg has been discussed here. Morgott, on the other hand...)

" I have always liked Morgott." Miquella chirped as he scribbled some complex alchemical equation in one of his handmade notebooks. The two notebooks he has already filled out during this particular session lay half-open on the table, surrounded by spent quills and empty ink bottles. " It is a shame that I never got to properly meet him until just before the Shattering, when Mother allowed he and twin out of the sewers to attend Godwyn's funeral. Before that, they were snuck up for occasional visits, but never when the other demigods were present...aside from Godwyn, of course."

" Morgott is like Godwyn in several ways." Malenia agreed, beginning to clear off the spent writing utensils and stuffed notebooks to make room for afternoon tea. " Quiet, regal, and kind, with a sense of honor that borders on stupidity. For one who has been shunned from public life, he is also an excellent orator, and surprisingly well read. Perhaps he was able to use the sewer system to sneak into the Grand Library after hours and learned there...or perhaps Godwyn snuck him books."

" Probably both." Miquella chirped, still laser focused on his equations. " Yet the most significant difference between Godwyn and Morgott is that, while Godwyn was critical of Mother's actions, Morgott did and still to this day lionizes her and the Golden Order. He was so quiet during the meetings of the demigods after Mother's disappearance, yet the moment Radahn began to speak of a 'new order'..."

Malenia snorted and rolled her eyes. She picked up Miquella's finished notebooks and set them gently on a nearby desk, which was already overflowing with scrolls, papers, and fatted tomes. Miquella had certainly been busy since his return to the Haligtree.

" It amazes me that he so loves and reveres the Golden Order and its queen even after she tossed he and his brother in the sewer for daring to be born with horns and fur." She sighed heavily and gave her head a forlorn shake. " Even now, as the proper King of Leyndell, he is forced to hide his true form for fear of being ousted and hunted by the very nobles he tries so valiantly to protect. 'The Veiled Monarch', they call him. It is utterly bewildering to me."

Miquella hummed and peered owlishly up at his sister.

" It is not surprising to me." He said, smiling at Malenia's confused head tilt. " Think about it, little sister; you and I spent our childhoods exposed to the very worse of Mother and her rule; yet poor Morgott rarely even saw her during his short visits to the surface. All he knew of her and the Golden Order was what he was able to glean from Godwyn and what he read about from books--which, if they are anything like the general historical tomes in the Grand Library--were nothing but idealized, effusive depictions of the Age of the Erdtree with equally gilded pictures. He saw her gold but never came close enough to notice the tarnish."

" You and your gold metaphors," Malenia muttered, pantomiming rolling her eyes beneath her helmet. She grabbed the nearby tea try and set it on the table with a clatter of finality. " Well, seeing as he considers you and I traitors--along with the rest of our siblings--I doubt we will be asking him for his reasoning any time soon. Yet that does not change the fact that he deserves better...he always has. We shall have to make sure he is treated well in your new order, Miquella."

The teenage god nodded sagely, even as he picked up a scone and popped it into his mouth, earning another exaggerated 'eye roll' from his twin.

[warsofasoiaf]

Could you do a character analysis of Morgott the Omen King next?

catgoblinchelly asked: Your character analysis are always a joy to read. Could you do one for morgott?

Morgott is an excellent boss battle both from a gameplay and a lore perspective, and a great and tragic character on his own. Morgott is utterly devoted to the Golden Order to the point where he willingly accepts the Greater Will's edicts - it's abandonment of the Lands Between as the Erdtree's thorns cut off any attempt at reaching Marika or in someone repairing the Elden Ring. The Greater Will has abandoned the world, and Morgott stands ready to enact punishment to any Tarnished that dares stand before the Erdtree and demand rulership, just like the rest of Morgott's other siblings. God has abandoned this world because of ambition, and so it shall remain. Forever and ever. Amen.

Morgott was born a cursed Omen, reviled by the Golden Order as cursed, born outside the guidance of grace. Common Omens have their horns sawed off, killing most, and those that survive are used as shock troops, sent out as fodder for the Order's armies. Royal Omens are spared the mutilation for being shoved into the sewers to hide their shame. Morgott was not spared this despite being the child of Marika and Godfrey, they were shackled and kept under the strictest of confinement. Morgott would eventually either be released or escape from confinement (perhaps during the Shattering), but took to the Golden Order to uphold it. The Omen were originally blessed in the era of the Crucible, their bestial features considered a sign of favor, but increasingly looked to be considered a devolution and impurity in the era of the Golden Order. Morgott internalized this belief and accepted his status as a lesser being. He could never be as favored or worthy as his sibling Godwyn the Golden, but he could still uphold his parents' order. While all of his siblings took their own path, Morgott took to defending the Golden Order, becoming the Veiled Monarch, Morgott the Grace-Given. While this seems odd, remember that Morgott suffered much from an early age. He likely took the Golden Order as a means to provide a meaning as to why he suffered, something within him that rationalized his pain. By embracing this divine order, even if he was at the bottom of it, it gave him a sense of comforting and belonging beyond the idea that he suffered because the Erdtree wished to destroy the Crucible and its own structure that exalted the Omens. When you first meet Margit, he condemns the Tarnished's ambition, and later he does the same to his half-siblings. His admonition of "ambition" makes sense, both against the Tarnished and later against his half-siblings. Ambition caused the Night of Black Knives, killing Godwyn and causing the Shattering - Ranni's ambition led to Godwyn's death and the ambition of others led to countless dead and suffering. To Morgott, ambition *broke* the Lands Between. Accepting his status as a lesser being curtails him of ambition - he is a vessel of a higher will, he refuses ambition on his own.

As Morgott could not officially rule given his status as an Omen, Morgott could not lead his armies directly. Morgott thus concocted the false identity of Margit the Fell Omen, Morgott's leader who led the Night's Cavalry as the Veiled Monarch's enforcers. As Margit, Morgott could shed his tattered cloak and fight openly to enforce his judgments as monarch. It's as Margit that the Tarnished first meets Morgott, attempting to stop any new warrior from attacking Godrick the Grafted and challenging the Golden Order by acquiring shards of the Elden Ring. The status quo means that the Golden Order still persists. Radahn has lost his mind and will not get another Great Rune, Rennala has shut herself inside the Academy, Malenia is unconscious, Rykard was defeated, and Godrick too weak. Thus, Morgott acts to perpetuate the Lands Between in its wounded and dying state. Here is one of the greatest tragedies of the Golden Order - Morgott was intelligent, brave, and loyal, even crafting the Sentry's Torch so that his half-siblings would not fear another Night of Black Knives. Yet due to the Golden Order wanted to stomp out the previous divine order of the Crucible, he is considered a lesser being. He suffered a horrifying fate and fought to uphold it, no doubt continuing the treatment on other Omens.

Morgott's boss fight, from a lore and thematic perspective, is one of the best in the game, up there with Gwyn, Lord of Cinder fight in the original Dark Souls. Morgott arrives in the throne room after walking down from the stairs leading up to the Erdtree, demanding "what is thy business with these thrones?" Morgott then recounts the names of the siblings who fought in the brutal post-Shattering civil war, condemning them as "willful traitors all." He curiously omits Mohg, but it could be that Morgott has no knowledge of Mohg's actions (since Mohg was not involved in the Shatterong, instead kidnapping Miquella) He then draws his rainbow Damascus curved greatsword made of his own hardened and sharpened blood (this is confirmed by the Great Omenkiller cleaver made out of Omen horns, which brings "vibrant colors to the mayhem"), boldly proclaiming that the Tarnished will be "felled by King Morgott, Last of the Kings." Morgott is an evolution and enhancement of the previous Margit the Fell Omen fight. Morgott mixes up fast attacks with his greatsword with heavy attacks from his summoned holy hammer, using his throwing knives to punish flask use and flipping about the battlefield like a bullfrog gymnast. When he starts taking damage, he erupts in holy fire and enters his second, more aggressive second phase. He begins to use his cursed Omen blood as a weapon, erupting his blade in fire reminiscent of Mohg's Bloodflame magic. It's an exciting fight that suffers from Morgott having low HP - even with a summon the fight is over far too quickly unless you rush Leyendell immediately instead of exploring the Altus Plateau. The Draconic Tree Sentinel at the eastern gate seems like a greater threat than Morgott himself.

After Morgott's defeat, we learn that the Greater Will has actually abandoned the Lands Between and refuses to let anyone ascend, blocking the chamber with impenetrable thorns. This puts a new layer of tragedy upon Morgott - he knew right from the start that nothing would actually fix the Lands Between continuing as it once was, the path that Morgott was taking. He did this unloved by the Erdtree and the Golden Order as it says in his Rememberance - he was unloved as an Omen yet loved the Golden Order. The Golden Order persecuted him and yet Morgott could see no other way. The Lands Between was a stagnant and dying, but Morgott refused to take a chance on a better way like his other siblings. Of course, there's no guarantee that what replaced the Golden Order would be any better - Mohg's Moghwynn Dynasty under the Formless Mother or the Frenzied Flame under Vyke (or the player character) are certainly worse, as is the defilement under the Dung Eater. If the player character does not take it upon himself to find a new rune to place into the Elden Ring, then the Elden Lord ending is the Age of Fracture, a era of bronze instead of gold. This calls to mind the vision of Daniel in the Bible, where King Nebuchadnezzar dreams of a statue with a golden head, a silver chest, and loins of bronze - each age descending the statue worse than the one before. So in this sense, even if the player doesn't agree, Morgott's actions are not pure nonsense - he has a method to his mode of thinking. This is why I compare him to Dark Souls's Gwyn, Lord of Cinder, because Morgott upholding the clearly failed Golden Order reminds me so intensely of Gwyn offering himself as kindling for the First Flame to continue the Age of Fire rather than risk everything being undone and a new age, the Age of Dark, coming to be.

Later, when Godfrey returns, he cradles his son, so diminished, until his body returns to grace. His Omen curse was lifted, or the Erdtree accepted him into grace anyway (or some other explanation). Here we see that despite everything, Godfrey loved his son, even if he imprisoned him. Morgott held on to see his father, but also to see the Erdtree that he so cherished set alight by the Tarnished. Morgott is the first of the truly mandatory bosses - you have to face others before him, but Morgott cannot be skipped save through unintentional sequence breaking. Morgott would never accept a new order even if it was possible to bypass him. FromSoft sets up a tragic fight and tragic figure, perhaps not as directly painful as Great Grey Wolf Sif or Gehrman the First Hunter, but one where you do feel sad for fighting him. He doesn't have the negative characteristics of Godrick, Rykard, or Mohg and taking him down isn't a mercy like Radahn - this is a tragedy, a true waste of someone who could be so much greater than he was if he had possessed the imagination to see it done. Whether that's due to the trauma he suffered as a child as I've speculated above or another reason entirely, Morgott represents so much missed opportunity that it's impossible not to feel for him. As he fades in his father's arms, perhaps the acceptance he received from his father, and of being accepted by the Erdtree at that last climatic moment, gave him some measure of peace.

Thanks for the question, Cat and George.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

[maldrontheassassin]

Ramblings: Night’s Cavalry, Godwyn & the Fell Omen

─// So we know that the Night’s Cavalry were funeral riders, that they’re capable combatants, were led at one point by the Fell Omen, can summon steeds infinitely (we know not what they give in return, if anything), and that they have various ashes of war pertaining to legitimately powerful combat maneuvers.

Which has been upsetting me because it feels like they are so much more important in the lore. They fit in this really odd place! We know of one funeral that would be properly big enough to get a unified honor guard to serve in. A funeral and burial that resulted in the successful placing of a body in the roots of the Erdtree itself.

In fact, donning black armor of mourning seems rather fitting for an honor guard who failed to protect their Lord. I believe that they may have been Godwyn the Golden’s former retinue, who rode during his funeral after the Night of Black Knives. In fact, that might actually lend to why they’re the “Night’s Cavalry”! 

The magic when they resummon their steeds isn’t golden, but black and white, like Death Magicks. Though the Death rune doesn’t flash when they cast the rite, implying that it’s not any kind of declaration of allegiance like using most spells in the game. Perhaps it was an old art of Godwyn’s Elite in particular, granted from him that ‘gave life’ to form and function, and with his transition in half-death, the source of the magicks had changed as well. Seen more as an omen than anything else, none of the Cavalrymen would have ever suspected a thing. Their lord had died, and if his gifts to them still served, then superstition would imply that he was simply watching over them from the Erdtree.

Oh, how disturbingly close to the truth they were.

─// Finally, I want to discuss Morgott, the Veiled Monarch of Leyndell. When did he emerge during the Shattering? He was there for the second defense of Leyndell, but he would have had to emerge during the turmoil of the war. He was locked away, beneath the city, but broke free along with Mohg. I subscribe to the theory that Godfrey tried to visit the young Morgott, hence why he knows so many golden incantations specifically suited to war. I imagine that Godfrey taught him how to summon all manner of different weapons, probably to try and train him in all of them to find where his comfort lied.

However, as we see when we fight Margit and Morgott later? He uses every single one of them. Knives, swords, spears, hammers. Godfrey may have intended to find Morgott’s singular focus, but his son instead took everything he could and made it his own. I imagine that it was Godfrey himself that released the shackles upon his children once he was Tarnished, trying to take them with him. Morgott, beholden to the Golden Order that was casting his father out, heeded his mother’s will, and did not follow. Mohg, emboldened by his accursed blood, wished nothing to do with the Tarnished, or to be outside the Lands Between. His new dynasty required the Elden Ring to flourish.

Soon after, the Shattering. Demigod fought demigod, all to vie for the right to become Elden Lord. Margit would emerge during this time, stacking heroes’ and champions’ corpses high in the defense of the city, along the former honor guard of Godwyn the Golden, mourning alongside Fortissax. They had no lord who could hold ambition, and were dedicated to defending the Erdtree, where their lord was buried. They would not turn upon the Golden Order, for there was none to seduce them from its defense.

So naturally, once Morgott took the throne as King of Leyndell, and brandished his Great Rune in the name of the city and the Erdtree standing resplendent, their interests aligned, and they submitted to his command. The Fell Omen was placed to direct them, and, having been Godwyn’s retinue, were as welcoming of him as their Lord had been of Fortissax and the dragons. His duty, and their mourning may have made their relationship entirely tense and businesslike, though. A shame, since they both could have helped each other so much off the battlefield.

[viktor-noctis]

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"I name myself Last of all Kings for duty and that Grace that I have coveted all my days; those ambitious heretics would call me beast and charlatan; and thy own people would know me as the Veiled Monarch, hiding away in my towers of gold and ivory." His fangs clenched, dull nails gouging before loosening, shackling but then remembering. "And yet, I would cast aside the crown I have never worn, I would let them stake me amongst the nameless Tarnished - nay, I would tear apart these spires, golden as my revered mother's hair with my nails, rend down these walls I have guarded with all the power of my stolen station, if thee would give me but a taste of the nectar from thy lips, if thee would give me the smallest caress from the tips of thy fingers, if thee would but give me -" The Omen shuddered, grasping tighter, but giving no bruise to his ivory skin. "But that too, is a lie. All. Lies. I would... I will break thee apart. I will kiss thee from crown to heel, worship thy body to the core, with every ounce of desperation spurned by all. I will take thee till thy cries have no choice but to fade, silenced by bliss, eternally tormented by rapture in binds of silver and sapphire." Morgott pressed him down, bending him over the earth, trapping him underneath his bulk. "I wish... but to take thy soul. To conquer it, to lay siege to thy being till thou have no choice but to submit, to relinquish not only thy being, but thy eternity unto me." Saliva dripped from the edge of a fang, splattering onto his cheek. Morgott's chest heaved, breaths fogging before his face, his shoulders shaking as he shuddered.

"This life, the next, another and another, I will arrest thy thoughts. Thy body. Thy everything. I will spare no assault, no trickery, no treachery to take thee."

Morgott stared. Wolfgang remained unmoved, his lashes lowered to half mast, his lips pale and passive. His jaw tightened, molars grinding.

And then he smiled.

"And thou dare to call me the fool?" Wolfgang tilted his head, his rasping, throaty voice curling deep into the winter air. "How then, do you intend, King Morgott, last of all thy line, to conquer what has always been yours?"

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Soooo, here's a thing... I took inspiration actually from an imagine post by @prismatic-starstuff that was basically NSFW dirty talk... and somehow got this? I don't know, I've always had a thing for the really loyal, steadfast man who meets someone who consumes them to the point that they become insatiable, ready to throw it all away for that person. Morgott fits that archetype.

I also live for the other half of the ship just being amused and only too happy to confirm that they were always theirs. This is often followed by hard-core smut... even if the dominant party was suggesting otherwise beforehand...

[prismatic-starstuff]

are margit and morgott the same person? the look, talk, sound, and fight the same but like. then why the name

Yep, they're the same person! There's this item you can get called Margit's Shackle that works to, well, shackle Margit during his boss fight for a bit; it only works on Margit... but much later in the game, you can use it on Morgott as well, in the first phase of his fight. Also, if you go to Leyndell and kill Morgott and then backtrack to Stormveil without having gone there before, Margit won't show up to fight you; the talisman pouch you would've gotten for beating him is just on the bridge as an item.

About the name: basically it's kinda like how Ranni first introduced herself to you as Renna, I guess; folks in the Lands Between seem to kinda like keeping their identity concealed at first. Plus, there's some lore in-game about Morgott being 'the Veiled Monarch,' which seems to imply that no-one knows what he looks like; that no-one knows he's an Omen. Maybe he uses a different name when he's out in public (or when he's using magical projections to fight, some folks say that's what Margit is) so that no-one works out the Lord of Leyndell is an Omen, since there's still so much prejudice against them, and Morgott's pretty much implied to hate himself for being one.

[on-stained-glass-wings]

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