[Fan Fiction] Dawn of the Glorious Evolution (part 5)
LeBlanc entered the dimly lit room. It was warm, lit by the fireplace on the opposite side to her. There was a large desk in the middle of the room, behind it was an even larger seat, with its back turned towards the guest. A large hand could be seen stoking the fire. LeBlanc looked on the walls, there wasn’t much, just a slightly bloodied diploma, and the name was blotted out by the dried blood on it. LeBlanc had been sent by the Legion to discuss the returning of one of their soldiers from Hex corp. She didn’t know much about the CEO, just that he was familiar with murder, becoming the head of the company by killing his boss and co-workers. No one tried to stop him, and the police let him off, for being a war hero. Perhaps he was at the battle at Mogron’s Pass. A suitcase slid across the table, LeBlanc opened it, revealing photos of Sion fighting Viktor. What was he trying to tell her, that Sion is better suited working for him? “Give us back our soldier, we paid you in full for his treatment. If you’re worried about Viktor attacking again don’t be, give us the juggernaut and we will dispose of Viktor personally.” A deep, distinctive voice bellowed from behind the chair. “MUNDO WILL GIVE YOU BACK ZOMBIE MAN, BUT ROBOT MAN KILLED PRETTY LADY, MUNDO WANTS HIS HEAD ON MUNDO WALL. GOLEM CORE HAS BEEN INSTALLED INTO ZOMBIE, HE SHOULD HAVE CONTROL OVER HIS MIND, BUT IT IS WEAKER THAN PROTOTYPE, WILL BREAK EASY.” Mundo was the CEO? LeBlanc didn’t think he had the brain capacity to run a company of this size. But at least he agreed to the terms of the arrangement, she wouldn’t have to use any persuasion on him. LeBlanc walked down to the front door of the building, waiting for her at the door was Sion, guarded by a couple of golems. “Welcome back Sion, how are you feeling?” asked LeBlanc rhetorically, “I guess you could say I have a deep thirst for the blood of Viktor.”
The council meeting was reduced to two members, a talk between Ashe and Swain. Swain was trying to convince Ashe to join him in his battle against the Battlecast. “I’m afraid that I cannot spare any of my troops, the death of Sejuani has caused the Winter’s Claw faction be begin rioting in my state, all of my militia are being used to suppress these riots.” Swain was not happy, I needed northern troops to assist him in the battle, and he just didn’t have enough men as it was. He was backed into a corner, the longer he waited, the stronger the revolutionaries in Noxus would become. When they attacked, it would only mean that the Battlecast would follow through with an attack as well, if not instigate the riot in the first place. He didn’t have a choice, he had to risk everything on attacking Viktor’s army, or lose everything by waiting. He needed help, and the pathetic demacians slumming outside his city may not even join him in the march.
Jarvan IV sat in the dark, alone, just where he wanted to be. He couldn’t bear to be in front of his men, not after what he had done. Jarvan the kinslayer they would call him, that didn’t matter to him. He lost one of his best friends that night, his blood was on his own hands. He looked into his palm, imagining the blood of Xin Zhao staining it, no amount of rubbing could remove the redness. He felt empty, as if all that is good in the world was gone, the lights had turned out and all there was, was darkness. The darkness, the dark of the night, indeed it was dark that night. A shadow moved past me, I should ignore it, I need bide time for the people to escape. Wait, where is Xin? I can hear his voice in the building behind me. It is dusty in here, wait, the dust has cleared now, what is that, what is Xin fighting? A machine? He is bleeding, I must help him! DEMACIA! It’s dark, I can’t see anything, it’s getting cold, I feel like the joy is being sucked out from me. What is that in front of me? A void creature? We don’t have time to deal with those right now! There that’ll do, hmm, the darkness has faded, wait, Xin! What, what have I done? Jarvan hadn’t slept since then, he kept seeing the scene, over and over again. Garen could see his new king sitting by himself, he pitied him, to have to go through this now, the loss of his father, and the loss of his best friend. Jarvan was there for Garen when he lost Lux, Garen would repay that kindness tenfold. Garen walked to his broken friend, knelt down and looked into his eyes. Jarvan couldn’t see him, Jarvan just looked through Garen as if he wasn’t even there, he was in a pit of despair, and he needed a rope to climb out. Garen will be the rope. Garen slapped Jarvan to wake him up, and spoke to him softly. “I know how you must feel right now, like you are alone, like there is nothing out there for you, no one there for you. Pull yourself together, you have lost a lot, your father, your friend, your home. Remember what you still have! You have me, and you have your people, people who need a King now more than ever.” Garen stood up and began to talk loudly for everyone around to hear him. “We have all lost a lot, for some of you, you have lost everything, and you must think that you are in the darkness, and there is nothing left for you in the world. Well I will tell you something my father told me, I will tell you something the king told me, I will tell you something my sister told me. THERE IS GOOD IN THE WORLD… THERE IS GOOD IN THE WORLD… AND IT IS WORTH FIGHTING FOR.” People in the camp began to gather to listen to Garen’s speech, it was inspiring. “You saw the size of the machine that destroyed our city, and you must feel very small, well I can tell you, even the smallest person can change the course of the future. Right now the future is heading towards darkness and evil and injustice. Some of the best stories are full of darkness and danger, and sometime you don’t want to know the end, because how can that end be happy? Well let me tell you, AFTER THE NIGHT, COMES THE DAY, AND WHEN YOU FACE TOWARD THE LIGHT, TOWARDS THE GOOD, THE DARKNESS HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO COWER BEHIND YOU.” Garen looked down and reached his hand out to his king. With hesitation, Jarvan took it, and stood up. Jarvan spoke out to the crowds. “There may come a day when the courage of Demacia fades, but it is not this day, nor will it be any time soon. I will be dead and buried before people can say the courage of Demacia has faded. Viktor thinks that by making his army out of metal he is the strongest, LET US PROVE TO HIM THAT IT IS NOT THE STRENGTH OF THE BODY THAT COUNTS, BUT THE STRENGTH OF THE SPIRIT!” The soldiers rallied behind their new king, cheered for him for they truly believed, that he would be victorious.
Viktor looked on what was soon to be his battlefield, the armies of Noxus and the remnants of Demacia gathered for their final battle. He felt like he had achieved something great, two states that have been at war for as long as he could remember, now working together as a single cohesive unit. This was his achievement, but not his end goal. All his life he has had his achievements stolen from him, and now, everyone knows his name. But it is not enough for him, what he does, he does for the betterment of all mankind. He realised at a very early age. His father was a scientist, his mother was a doctor, working on prosthetic limbs for soldiers in their wars. They were branded traitors by their friends for helping injured on both sides. So they burned down the house, with the family inside. A golem they had kept Viktor alive, it was only big enough to shield him from the flames, but Viktor was still left badly burned, and still lost the use of his arm. Once he was safe he began to build up hatred for those around him. Then he began to think, how weak his parents were. It was not their fault for being weak, they were only human, the attackers were weak as well, so they had to use the raw power of fire to try and kill them. All species at the top of their food chain has evolved to be perfect at one thing. You have the perfect hunters, perfect hiders, those with a perfect defence. Humans evolved with the perfect mind, so we could create tools to overcome our flaws. What if a being could be perfect at everything? Well that would make him a god would it not? Then that would mean that humans are the only ones to be able to achieve this, because they are the only ones to know it exists. That is what Viktor wanted for the world, to make it perfect. But humans can be, unaccepting of new ideas. If Viktor was to achieve this, it would have to be by force. That is what the revolution is about, revolting against the idea that we can’t be perfect, and achieving perfection together. If he has to be a villain to achieve it? So be it.
The Steel Legion gathered on the demacian boarder, careful not to enter so not to be forced to fight on the rubble of the fallen city. Vel’Koz flew out towards them, staying out of range of their attacks. He said, “Send out your champion to duel one of ours.” Jarvan was furious, he didn’t have the patience to play their games, he began walking out, but was hastily stopped by Swain. Swain then gestured forward Sion to fight. Vel’koz looked surprised at the appearance of one he thought was dead, he then recalled that Sion was a zombie so reviving him again wouldn’t have been difficult, he had to think of a different plan to deal with him. The main door opened on Acropolis and Urgot walked out to face Sion. He was met by an onslaught of negative comments from the noxian soldiers, who felt betrayed by Urgot. Urgot began to speak to Sion. “I remember reading about you when I was a boy, you were my idol, running through the entire enemy army and killing their king before you died. I wanted to be just like you, I fought and fought and fought, even when my body was broken I kept fighting until I couldn’t fight anymore. Then they brought me back, and I heard that they brought you back. I came to visit your statue, feeling awe inspired, I kept telling it stories of my exploits. But then I heard about what you did, why they locked you away. And now, I will destroy you for my master. It is the greatest honour that could ever be given to me.” Sion picked up his hammer and began to charge toward Urgot, Urgot began firing rockets at the zombie. The rockets were doing no effect, Sion kept accelerating, until his velocity was so fast that he looked like a comet hurtling towards his target. Just before Sion collided with Urgot, Urgot used his Hyper-Kinetic Position Reverser, switching places with Sion. The momentum made Sion topple, Urgot used the chance to coat the zombie in acid. The then fired a barrage of missiles at him, as much as Sion tried to dodge them, they always hit. Sion switched to the offensive, and closed in on Urgot, smashing down his hammer on top of him. The attack was blocked by a shield. Sion was angry, “Another shield? Is your army filled with cowards?” Sion got in close and smashed his hammer on the side of Urgot, sending him flying. As Sion made his way towards him, Urgot fired rockets at him, opening a hole in his stomach, exposing the core keeping him sane. When Sion got close Urgot unleashed a barrage of rockets into the core, destroying it. Sion fell to his knees seemingly dead, but Urgot was aware of what would happen next, and aimed his rockets at the body. Sullenly he said to him, “Perhaps in another life, we could have been friends, teammates even.” Sion gripped Urgot’s rocket arm and squeezed until it exploded. He then got up and began punching Urgot at an overpowering rate until Urgot came apart, revealing the flesh within the metal. Sion looked down on his kill and said, "So uh, Urgot... we can't hang out any more. I'm cool now." Knowing he didn’t have much time left he turned toward Acropolis, suddenly a shadow slashed past him. He looked to his side to see that his arm was missing, the same occurrence happened on his other side, and his other arm disappeared. The area around him became dark and all of a sudden, he was on the ground, looking at his body standing upright. Jarvan was furious at the appearance Nocturne, he began to charge in despite the callings of Garen to stop; he jumped high into the air, aiming to bring his blade down on the monster. A blue aura emitted from Nocturne, absorbing the impact, and providing him with a large boost of energy. The area around them darkened. When the fog cleared Jarvan appeared to be standing victorious, the soldiers began calling out “Victorious Jarvan!”, but then the body fell, and all that was left, was Nocturne floating holding the head of their king in the palm of his hand. Behind him, the armies of Acropolis was emerging. And the battle had begun.
By nightfall the battle was over, to many casualties were taken by the Steel Legion, forcing them to retreat, the Battlecast lost close to a quarter of their forces, but they emerged victorious. Viktor was ready to move onto the next phase of his plan.
p.s. the pain of this being the second draft because the 6 hours of work put into the 1st draft was deleted due to a 404 error T_T