"Hello father. It's been a while." I walk forward.

"Malachi, you should be dead." Father says.

"Well, you should've killed me when you had the chance." I say.

"Malachi. Surrender now, do not make this any worse for yourself." Gandalf the White says.

I turn to him. I let out a small chuckle.

"This is an honor to meet the legendary Gandalf the White face to face." I take a small bow.

"Malachi, what is it you want?" Father asks.

I turn to him.

"Now you ask me that? Now after more than two thousand years, you want to reason with me?" I ask.

I shoot forward. The army of elves stop me. I halt to a stop.

"I want what I have always wanted to take your head off." I hiss.

"I didn't realize you hated me so much." He smirks.

"I would've hated you less if you had not banished me." I say.

"You knew the consequences of your actions." He says.

"My actions?" I hiss.

"You've lost Malachi, my son is safe." He says.

I let out a laugh.

"Your son, or am I not your son as well?" I raise an eyebrow.

"You were, until you fell." He says.

I let out another laugh.

"Did you not hear me boy? You've lost." He says.

"Sorry, *laughing* that is by far the funniest joke I've heard in a couple hundred years." I laugh.

"What are you getting at Malachi?" Gandalf the White asks.

I pull my cloak down a little and I show the wound. Gandalf's eyes widen.

"You think the infection will be over for him? It's just beginning for him." I say.