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Sits on his lap.

aatrox sat upon a cracked sandstone ruin; a monument to some great ascended hero, a warrior once revered by the people of this land.. one aatrox himself slew in a time almost forgotten. once he had known the hero's name. now, this derelict statue was just his throne.

aatrox lay his head in his head, in a stiff posture that looked like he was impatient even in the act of relaxing. in the distance, he could see the light of torches breaking up an asymmetrical black clump in the sands; yet another army, yet more expendable mortals, willing to lay down their lives for him in some fanatic worship of his power or for fear of what he might do to them if they hadn't. for some, it was likely both.

and on his lap, she sat.

he glances down at her, big fiery eyes like the bowels of cinder themselves. he was something far removed from man and beast alike, something built for war, destruction, the ruination of all things, and yet she touched him with a tenderness he had nearly forgotten.

she was sivunas, blood of the empire, and she saw something in him. something that compelled her to offer herself up in a way no mortal had ever dared to before.

aatrox ponders what it means. was this power? together, they would have more of a real claim upon shurima than any others currently vying for its control. was this a power he wanted? had he had such an arrangement thousands of years ago, would it have changed his fate?

no, he decides; he has no interest in control. not now, after he's suffered -- that pain can't go away, and it wouldn't be forgiven for a crown.

was it love, then? did he feel something for this mortal, who so clearly felt something for him? aatrox tries to remember the sensation, last felt so long ago.. and in an instant, its pain, far too much to bear. he shuts himself off from the feeling again; he has to. he would not be able to survive it.

and so he just sits there, locking eyes with her, taking in her company without knowing what it means. if he felt something.. anything, it was suppressed behind an ancient, cold, dark barrier aatrox had built out of necessity to survive.

but in that moment, even when he felt cold, numb.. he didn't feel pain. and so, he simply allows himself to be.

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a little known league of legends lore fact is that ezreal single handedly prevented (and almost caused) the return of mordekaiser

#league of legends #im not lying its canon

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' we have forever, aatrox. ' @dualkin-blog

so spoke the words with so much confidence; and why shouldn't she? the ascended were gods, with a lifespan that would last for eternity and whatever came after, assuming they never fell in battle. and after defeating the void, the sunborn ascended were all the more confident that would never happen.

but when it came to love, aatrox had an anxious mind. mortal feelings he never came to fully understand before he ascended, now all the more alien to him. aatrox wanted to conquer them as he did all other things; confronting them head-on, charging at them bravely and laying out all of who he was to bare the brunt of whatever came from it.

yzaala, however, was patient. wise, wiser than he ever could be; she knew of these things as if she studied it in some ancient tome, and she knew both her and the warrior's emotions as if they were the most elementary of academia.

more than that, she knew that love was sweetest given time. ' what's the rush? ' she pressed her delicate fingertips to his lips, stopping his premature words in their track. ' we have forever. '

now, he could hardly remember her face.

he did not blame her; she couldn't have known what fate had in store for them.. what cruel destiny was written in their stars. after thousands of years in his suffocating cage, aatrox felt blessed that he could still remember her name, and he repeated it every day that he might never forget.

yzaala..

but xolaani, he could not forget. the traitor's name burned into his memory, her face plastered into the very stones of shurima, no matter how many of her statues he purged from this world.

the faces of every man, woman, and child to fall before his blade, before and after his imprisonment.. an epoch of battle, constantly replaying in his mind's eye, with more always to come.

the horrors of the void, the empty black that tried to swallow the world..

all this, he could remember. all of it, he could not force himself to forget. but his precious yzaala was slipping away from him; each and every day, it became harder for the ancient and weary aatrox to remember love.

but hate... he could never forget.

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' we have forever, aatrox. ' @dualkin-blog

so spoke the words with so much confidence; and why shouldn't she? the ascended were gods, with a lifespan that would last for eternity and whatever came after, assuming they never fell in battle. and after defeating the void, the sunborn ascended were all the more confident that would never happen.

but when it came to love, aatrox had an anxious mind. mortal feelings he never came to fully understand before he ascended, now all the more alien to him. aatrox wanted to conquer them as he did all other things; confronting them head-on, charging at them bravely and laying out all of who he was to bare the brunt of whatever came from it.

yzaala, however, was patient. wise, wiser than he ever could be; she knew of these things as if she studied it in some ancient tome, and she knew both her and the warrior's emotions as if they were the most elementary of academia.

more than that, she knew that love was sweetest given time. ' what's the rush? ' she pressed her delicate fingertips to his lips, stopping his premature words in their track. ' we have forever. '

now, he could hardly remember her face.

he did not blame her; she couldn't have known what fate had in store for them.. what cruel destiny was written in their stars. after thousands of years in his suffocating cage, aatrox felt blessed that he could still remember her name, and he repeated it every day that he might never forget.

yzaala..

but xolaani, he could not forget. the traitor's name burned into his memory, her face plastered into the very stones of shurima, no matter how many of her statues he purged from this world.

the faces of every man, woman, and child to fall before his blade, before and after his imprisonment.. an epoch of battle, constantly replaying in his mind's eye, with more always to come.

the horrors of the void, the empty black that tried to swallow the world..

all this, he could remember. all of it, he could not force himself to forget. but his precious yzaala was slipping away from him; each and every day, it became harder for the ancient and weary aatrox to remember love.

but hate... he could never forget.

#aatrox #ic #yzaala #sighs

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happy valentines

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something i just noticed in the absolution video is that the hole in viego's chest is very obviously open again at the end of the video, when the sentinels look back at him through the portal

i doubt this was an animation error, and since we know from nilah's story that viego is going to return, this implies hes going to still have all of the powers of the black mist -- he'll just be in camavor

and be a lot more angry

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hello! we havent talked, but just wanted to say that you kinda piled fuel on my growing obsession with Aatrox, and that every now and then I come here to snoop around and read the interactions you wrote for him. I really like your portrayal of him, I got no other input to say, really, just really wanted to let you know haha

a h h g hh h, ,, hrrgggg,,, thank you that really means a lot to hear

i don't like to use this platform to really talk about myself too much, , but lately I've been suffering from a depression, the roots of which are sort of indirectly tied in with my writing -- the hobby has been hard for me to return to and suffice to say i haven't felt amazing about anything I've produced in a while

it really means a lot to see this kind of positivity so thanks again, ill be thinking about this all day

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pov aatrox hitting it from the back

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a lot of people on twitter were assuming pantheon, given their connection. and while pantheon / aatrox certainly have history and it would make sense for hem to interact again, i think the groundwork for kayle being aatrox's 'final' has been in the making since his rework.

the narrative parallels are too rich to ignore. either kayle has to defeat aatrox (with help) or she has to fall to him.

#ooc #league of legends

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loving the shock from the people who didn't realize that kayle was set up to be aatrox's final foe from the start

#media literacy is dead

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leave a comment saying which darkin you think was the sunborn pass around party bottom happy new year

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@veiled-lady let the dark in.

what foolish nobility.

there was only one way to kill a darkin; their weapons were not made of steel, but were their souls embodied, symbolic totems that served as spiritual prisons for the god-like beings who fused themselves with the stars.

therefore, reduced to nothing but existence in its most esoteric form, the only way to kill the darkin was to dominate their spirit, fusing with their very essence and overpowering it, becoming one with the god that was and killing their soul. this was the plan of the aspect who sealed the first darkin away, intending the imprisoned warriors to serve as powerful weapons for the ascended still loyal to mount targon.

some darkin didn't have the willpower to resist expelation. aatrox was different.

he didn't know her reason for taking the blade; perhaps to expel the darkin and end his crusade once and for all? perhaps the soft soul of the veiled lady saw to peer into his mind, to win him over.. a foolish errand.

and a dangerous one.

purple chains plunge into the black sea that was aatrox, and a pitch ichor envelops them in return. in this moment, their souls were entwined, two spirits as one. a battle of wills would see who dominated the other, and morgana was in for a terrible struggle if she wished to expel the great and terrible darkness before her; she would have to fight even to let go of the blade at this point.

" are you a fool, morgana? " they spoke, their shared thoughts and voices dominated in the moment by aatrox's will. the chains that plunged past the surface of the black pool began to feel a tug, the darkin attempting to drag the fallen sister below the water.

" you would bind your wings and tread upon the earth..? now bind yourself to me demiurge, and i use them to darken the sky. "

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@firerevealstruth lays hands on the darkin blade.

oh, what glorious affirmation.

he had called out to her beyond the veil, speaking words of conviction about fire and retribution, vengeance against a whole world that had wronged its defenders --- justice.

and justice listened.

dark tendrils infiltrate her mind at the moment she so much as touches the darkin blade. and what a delicate touch it was; her hands had a certain softness to them, but not like that of a coward; it was the delicate touch of a being that had ascended so far beyond the filth and grime of the world below.

to aatrox, it was as sweet as a lover's touch. not only was it freedom, it was an admission of the righteousness of his cause. it was a return to the light.

that glorious, golden, warm light was, for a euphoric moment, his; it was his veins that heavenly fire pumped through, it was his touch that was delicate and holy.

the moment was fleeting, however, as the darkin quickly consumed everything the angel had. the light in her eyes quickly became a red, all consuming fire. even her starfire spellblade was suffocated by the infinite pitch that was aatrox's immortalized soul, once magnificent teal glass cracking and turning a faded, sickly pale.

but aatrox would not weep over the loss of his light again. even as he felt the angel fight against his corrupting influence, he knew his fate had finally come. with their black, tarnished wings, the angel and aatrox would darken the sky and fill the land with fire.

" thank you. "

in kayle's mind, she was drowning; a sea of black tar water that was simultaneously aatrox, and his prison, and her. to him, the midnight sea that enveloped her was his eternal embrace. the voice that overtook hers were their words of loving affirmation.

" let our fires of retribution burn.. until the world goes cold. "

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literally had the saem thought @goodveigar

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this post got a like way too fucking fast

i bet ascended naafiri had a big ass

i honestly bet most of them did. aatrox and rhaast had those muscle cheeks.