The Vessel

Aatrox. The fearsome Darkin.. A fierce warrior wielding his blade. Though everyone knows it's the other way around. Everyone knows what the blade is and what it can do.. Aatrox chooses his host the same way a man chooses his weapon. But a man is not a weapon. A man is alive. -- -- So, who are you man? what is your name? You must have been a warrior, Aatrox wouldn't choose to claim a mere man's strength.. Are you a soldier? or maybe even a general? Do you have a family somewhere waiting for you, i wonder.. What drove you to hold this blade? Was it a last resort, a desperate move that your life depended on? Or was it a lustful choice for something that seemed powerful? Do you deserve all that is happening to you?

But what is "this" that's happening to you? -- -- Is your conciousness imprisoned now, in the same darkness Aatrox used to be? Do you feel or remember? Perhaps you co exist, see what he sees, hear everything, but unable to move or think. Perhaps each time he enlarges your body with a strong heartbeat and grows his wings wider, a piece of your soul colapses. Perhaps you endure for the moment you feel pain for the last time before you die. Perhaps you are simply dead.. -- -- Who are you friend? What are you going through? Noone seems to care. They only know the blade.

                                            ENiM-{EUNE}