Kassadin, into The Void (Story)

He took everything from me. So I’m taking his life, and I´ll destroy the source of his cursed power.

Kassadin, the one whose real name was forgotten, even by him, the day he lost his wife and daughter, by hands of an ancient damned power. The one, who lived for years, looking to die. The one, who swore to take vengeance against the void, and its prophet. Is about to find his destiny. One worse than death.

When he knew about the existence of The Prophet, he couldn’t believe it. There was someone, in this world, able to summon the evil forces of The Void. There was someone disposed to bring terror, terror only known in the ancient Icathia legends. That person, or thing, was the murderer of his family.

He knew it. The description of the few who escaped, could only be brought about by those horrors. That power was summoned by him, The Prophet. He was going to receive his vengeance, at any cost. Kassadin only needed something able to face the void.

He put all his efforts into finding the magical artifacts, whose power would be strong enough. Used all his contacts, but nothing seemed to get, even a bit, close to his goal. Only a truly ancient magic could have strength enough. Something so ancient, so powerful, something like that really exists? It has to, thought Kassadin, as he left his mount and entered into Itmus, the last of the cities of the Great Sai, the only one left to visit.

After Itmus there was nothing more. The only destiny, left to Kassadin, were the Icathia ruins. It really didn’t matter if the artifacts were enough, after that city, there was nothing.

Kassadin prepared himself to face what would come, he thought how he would fight the prophet. Analyzed how to use each artifact, collected during his journey. How to evade the enemy attacks, and the masses without form, from the void. Everything was in his head, or that he thought. Suddenly he heard a voice.

• You will not win against the void…

What? Was he talking aloud? Kassadin froze for an instant, thunderstruck by those words. He didn’t doubt about talking loudly, was so tired that he could do it without noticing. He froze because of the truth in those words. A so long journey, so many artifacts collected, and still nothing strong enough to face the void.

The truth in those words frostbitten his blood but couldn’t shrink his spirit. The image of his wife and daughter came to his mind. The knife he gave to her little at her eighth birthday, the sweet goodbye kiss from his wife. It doesn’t matter if each artifact, by itself, wasn’t strong enough, together they could shred the connection between the void and its prophet. His soul rearmed with this new hope but, again, the voice destroyed everything.

• It won’t work. Even with all those artifacts working together, you will do nothing to the void.

Finally, with the fury of an animal injured to death, Kassadin looked in the direction where that voice came from. It was a dark passageway like no other. The city buildings covered that place so it looked like the door to the abyss. The passageway was flooded in darkness. Suddenly, a light-purple shining arose in that darkness and interrupted the man’s fury.

That purple was the color of the flowers from his old town. Was the color of the flowers that his daughter used to give him every time he came back home. With that purple, he used to build a crown of flowers to his wife. In those times, at his home, that light-purple meant happiness. Who are you? Kassadin said, unperturbed, recognizing that, now, that color belonged to the eyes of the one who took away the hope of defeating the void.

• I’m not your enemy. I’ve been looking for you for so long. I know you are trying to beat the void, so I came to guide you in the right direction.

You have been looking for me? How could this being know about my goal? Kassadin filled with doubts but, at the same time, he knew that those eyes weren’t lying. It wasn’t unknown to the world that Kassadin was looking to face the void. Too many told him to desist, that it was useless. Those eyes couldn’t be lying. Even more, it wasn’t only those eyes, he could perceive his daughter trough that being! He filled with courage and talked to the entity. If you came to help me, show yourself! Tell me how to beat the void!

The being, as if obeying, came out of the passageway. It had a humanoid form but was way taller than Kassadin. It was wearing a dark-robe that seemed to be made of shadows and laments. The robe covered almost all his body, except for his eyes and a small part of the face, below them. The skin was too clear, as the skin of a dead body, and under the right eye a mark could be seen.

Kassadin could distinguish the tip of a triangle, it seemed deformed, but tip, in the end. From it, a curved line was extended that hugged a dot-kind jewel, it shined with the same light-purple color from those eyes. The mark was bigger but the rest couldn’t be seen. It had to be the mark of a tribe from the Shurima desert but, during all his life, Kassadin never saw something like that or designed so carefully. The being, then, talked to the man.

• There is an artifact in this city. Humans ignore its true potential. With the right power, and a worthy carrier, it could, even, cut dimensions. It is called the Nether Blade of Horok. Take it and go to Icathia. Your destiny is waiting.

As soon as it said those words, the entity disappeared but Kassadin could only thought of his daughter. He could perceive her trough that thing. There was no doubt. He convinced himself that it was her who taught him how to destroy the void prophet. Before the dawn, he stole the Blade and guided his mount to Icathia. The power of all the artifacts that I’ve collected, it will be more than enough to make this blade work. I’ll destroy the prophet. Kaisa, today I will free both of us! Kassadin said, while the end was approaching.

As he reached Icathia ruins he saw the devastation brought by the void. The place looked just like his own town, the day it disappeared. The anguish and pain returned to his mind. His memories of him, digging in the sand, while looking for the rests of his beloved ones, attacked him. In that moment, when his tears dried up, and the blood of his hands covered the entire ground, he knew that he had nothing anymore, that he was nothing.

He forgot it but, in that moment, he wished that everything would become nothing. He wished that everyone knew the pain of losing everything. He wished to be the void, only to be by the side of his wife and daughter. Today, he will make it, the result of the fight will not matter at all, after it, nothing would be left. Nothing left to fight, nothing left to live. Nothing.

While those thoughts crossed trough his mind the land began to tremble. From the soil, a corrupted substance emerged and each fissure in the ground welcomed it. The sky got covered of a corrupted-purple, filled with death. It wasn’t light or darkness was the void, willing to devour the whole world.

Overcome by panic, the mount tried to escape, throwing Kassadin to the ground. It only met death. The moans of the animal fused with the squeaks of thousand creatures with no form. In few seconds, there was nothing left of the animal. Kassadin felt that he would share that fate. The animal took with him the bag with almost all the magic artifacts collected during the journey.

There was only one left, one that was not stored in the stupid bag, The Nether Blade of Horok. Kassadin got up and took the weapon in his hand. He lifted it over his head and, remembering his daughter, asked for strength to anyone who could hear him, to face the terrible void force.

As if someone answered his request, the blade started to shine with an intense red color. It was blood, darkness and ancient magic, all at the same time. As if it was alive, remembering the thousand lives it took, the blade pounced to the chest of Kassadin. He stopped it and, with the memory of his daughter, commanded it to obey. You will not take my life! You will give me victory here and after that you will drown with me in the nothing!

A creature emerged from the substance. It went, at full speed, towards Kassadin. A knife, sharp enough to cut the air itself, threatened the back of the man, until the last second. In that instant Kassadin dominated the thousand souls, and their hate, restrained in that blade. Only one cut and the Void spawn was dead on the floor. Kassadin looked at the creature, with utmost contempt, and released one, and only one, phrase: You are null and void!

The corrupted-substance got disposed to attack Kassadin but each cut from Horok’s nether blade made every movement from it useless. That man stood up against the abyss, and was wining. The void was retreating before a human! Finally, the man shouted: Prophet, I’ve come for you! You, who brought the evil to this world, face me! Come out from your hideout!

Suddenly the atmosphere changed. The creatures kept silent and returned to the abyss. Only the substance, surrounding the entire field, could be heard. It was still looking for something to devour. He won? Kassadin won? This couldn’t be everything. Where was the cursed prophet? A macabre voice broke the apparent calm.

• Excellent. Truly, a magnificent power…

That voice was the same from before. The icy breeze returned but this time caused terror in the body of Kassadin. In front of him the light-purple eyes appeared but they took a perverse hue. It wasn’t the color from the flowers of his daughter, it was the sinister color from the void. The humanoid form did not appear, instead a corrupted triangle showed up. It had tentacles coming out of every corner. Each one of those hugged a damned-shining-eye. Laments from shapeless creatures could be heard from that figure, creatures dead before existing.

The ground broke and, forming tentacles, the void took Kassadin’s arm. It was the same arm that held Hodok’s blade. He tried to change the weapon to his other hand but it was too late. His other arm and both legs were also trapped. He was motionless, with no opportunity. His only hope was in his hand, a hand that he couldn’t use.

• Why are you chasing Malzahar? He is the same as you.

Kassadin, still resisting, shouted: I’m not like that thing! I came here to stop the void! He said, trying to break free. His arms were bleeding, his body was not moving. There was nothing left. Again, nothing.

• He and you are heralds of the void. I can see in your heart, human. You crave the nothing. You do it as much, or more, than Malzahar. You only want everything to be extinguished. That blade will be the weapon with which you will achieve your desire. Infused with the power of the void, it can overcome even the power of blood magic, with which it was imbued in ancestral times. You will be The Portal of The Void. It's time for you to fulfill your destiny!

The Void, then, began to unite with Kassadin. Between cries of despair, the corrupt substance fused the arm of the man with Hodok's Nether Blade and, little by little, it was enveloping his whole body. His skin became hard and gray, and his eyes began to take on a purple glow. The armor he wore seemed to have been created to be his grave. The emptiness completed it and transformed Kassadin. He was becoming a being, part human, part machine and part spawn of The Void.

Everything seemed to be lost, in the mind of Kassadin the memories were being erased one by one. There was no pain anymore, there was no sorrow, no sanity, there was nothing. He, in his mind, was suspended in the shadows without being able to move or speak. He was dying, disappearing bit by bit. Then, something happened. In that darkness he could perceive an aroma. It was something known. A flower? No, it was not possible. But yes… it had to be! It was a flower and a person!

Before his body was completely consumed, he could see her, in his mind. A flower and a daughter. After, the little girl held a bouquet of light-purple flowers and smiled at Kassadin. Who was she? She was ... She is ... She is ... She is Kaisa! Kaisaaaaaaa!

An agonizing scream broke the silence into which Kassadin's body had sunk. The tentacles, formed by The Void, were cut with unparalleled cleanliness and speed. The space itself opened, and Kassadin transported, leaving behind him only a purple flash. His eyes had no more that cursed-color brightness. Now he was on the outskirts of Icathia. Then, he heard a voice, cold and familiar.

• Who are you?

I am Kassadin, from The Void, and I am looking, I am looking...

• What are you looking for?

I'm looking for someone, or something. I'm looking for revenge... No... She would not have wanted that. I do not seek revenge. I'm looking for justice!

• Who is she?

She... Kai... Ka... I don’t know... I am Kassadin, The Portal of The Void. No... I am Kassadin! And I came to the void to look for someone!

• Someone to kill?

Yes... I am Kassadin, and I’m looking for someone in the void... To kill him, to serve justice... I am Kassadin, the Void Walker!

• Then, look for the human named Kaisa, she is the one you must asesinate, and, when you finish her, fulfill your destiny... Drown the world into the void. With your power we will achieve true balance!

Kaisa... Kaisa... Kai... Ahhhhh!

Outside Icathia a deafening and fearsome scream was heard. It was the howl that marked the death of a man and the birth of a destiny, worse than death...

THE END

Hi everyone. When I read the new Kassdin’s and Kai’sa’s story, felt like there was something missing. I got based on that to create this story. Hope you like it. Btw, you can check my reddit profile too (u/Tsukymaru). I’ll read any comment, so I can become better writing, cya! :D [slayer-jinx-catface]