Vel'Koz Judgement.

I wrote this fanfic judgement a while back after a favourable response from the euw community. I'm posting it here because it's one of the best I've done.

*Observation: Attempt 1

I am in absolute darkness, yet even this darkness feels as blinding as the light, for it is not the darkness of the void. I sense movement and whispering. They are confident and complacent in their place of power, sure of their empire over matter here. A human female steps from the darkness into a column of illumination, she is muttering inaudible incantations beneath her breath. There is a tug on my mind, as if a fisherman were trying to reel in his catch. She is trying to access my mind, to turn it on itself. This is their observation of me. It will not work. My mind is the very depth of the void itself, incomprehensible to these creatures' minds of flesh and muscle.

She realises, too late, her mistake. I see her. I know her. I set my eye upon her and in that moment, I see her past, her present, her future. My gaze bores down upon her, its reach piercing the darkness as a beam of brilliance. She is part of me now. Her desires, her secrets, her hopes and her dreams are all plain to me and she, she is no more. The test subject, once more, has failed to survive the initial encounter.

The room is then silent. I sense that I am alone. They have retreated in fear. This is unprecedented to them. But they will return.

Observation: Attempt 2.

As predicted, the creatures have returned after many hours. This time they are hesitent, cautious. I sense their fear, sense them shifting with discomfort in the shadows. One of them steps forward, a human male.

"My name is Senior Summoner Ezekial Montrose",' he says to me. He was sent for. He is, of them, the most experienced. The most learned with the diversity of the creatures of this Runeterra. I say nothing.

"I am afraid you have put us in something of a unique position," he says after long moments of uneasy, uncertain silence. "It was our hope to…observe your mind, to learn more about you and, perhaps, help you learn something about yourself."

He is lying, his rhetoric is crafted to try to convince me that his intentions are benevolent. "You learned much,' I tell him. 'You learned respect and fear."

He sneers. This one is not as easily disenchanted as the rest of his kind. His experience is his confidence, I know. I already know him. I already see him. "Respect, perhaps," he admits. "But we do not fear you. If anything we are the more curious about you now after the unfortunate events that occured today. "Why did you kill the summoner assigned to your Judgement?" he asks me.

I laugh. "Summoner Lessa Cane, a tasty mortal morsel. Her death a mere unfortunate byproduct of a greater purpose."

"Which is?" he asks me, his uneasiness growing visibly.

"Knowledge. Understanding. Everything she was is now known to me," I explain to him, entertaining him for now. I set my eyes upon him. "Everything, Senior Summoner Ezekial Montrose. What she had longed for in life, what she dreamt of as an infant, what had made her laugh and what had made her cry.' I pause, he is growing pale. "Who she loved, Senior Summoner Ezekial Montrose, and with whom she plotted her treason." He knows, it goes unsaid, but he knows. He knows that I know. His illicit liasions with the woman half his age. Numbers are important to these flesh automata, as is acceptance, reputation and loyalty. He is white with trepidation. He knows I know their secret. He steps back into the darkness and with a surge of feigned authority says to me. "Welcome to the League." Then, quietly, to someone unseen. "Give it everything it wants." He thinks he will silence me, that he can contain the stories of this failed judgement - the first failed Judgement. He is wrong.*