New Nocturne Lore Concept
A couple days ago I made new lore for Fiddlesticks and no one liked it. So, I decided to make better lore for Nocturne! I actually think it's so much better I might rewrite my Fiddlesticks lore. But don't just take my word for it, read it yourself:
**Nocturne, the Eternal Nightmare ** The Voodoo Lands were a land of dark magic long before the arrival of the Gray Order. Survival there was a constant struggle at first, due to the terrifying and horrendous creatures that lived there. While the Gray order's struggles have considerably lessened, one creature that still strikes fear into the hearts of all that live there is Nocturne, the Eternal Nightmare.
Nocturne was first discovered during the nights in the Voodoo Lands, causing terrifying nightmares that left even the bravest of the elders that lead the Gray Order huddled in the corner, shaking violently with fear. While at first the nightmares were ignored and written of as being caused by the fear of moving to the Voodoo Lands, they became harder and harder to ignore.
The nightmares finally reached the point where they could not be ignored any longer, when people started waking to find that they had injuries they could not explain. The Gray Order began desperately seeking a way to stop the nightmares, but they could find nothing that would work. As the order searched for a cure, the injuries became worse, some even waking only to die from horrible wounds minutes later. Other simply never woke up, yet remained sleeping shaking and thrashing violently until the order was forced to kill them, lest they injure themselves or other.
Finally, one of the most powerful mages found a spell that would be able to force whatever was causing this to appear in the physical world. For their plan, they let their most powerful mage sleep in a locked room, thinking that the creature would surely not be able to resist attacking such a powerful mage. Sure enough, the mage began shaking violently and the rest of the order began the spell that would force it to appear in the physical world.
When the spell was completed, the creature appeared in a physical form, a terrifying thing of solid darkness and shadow combined, armed two umbra blades. The creature was enraged to have been pulled from the world of dreams and began slaughtering everyone in the room. Most of the order was able to escape and magically seal the doors to trap it, but those that were inside screamed and shrieked as the creature mutilated them and drove them insane with darkness and the screams of their friends.
The remaining members of the Gray order now realized the foolishness of their decision and searched frantically for a way to send the creature, now christened Nocturne, back to the world of dreams, but without the other members they did not have enough strength to perform the spell. The best they could do was banish him to outside of the capital, and to set spells to protect the smaller villages. They performed the spell, and the screams from the chamber Nocturne had been trapped in ceased. The remaining members of the Gray Order tentatively checked the chamber for Nocturne, but all that remained was the totally unrecognizable corpses of the mages that had been left behind, their blood covering the floors and walls.
The creature known as Nocturne has not been seen by the Gray Order since that terrible day, although he has been reported sporadically elsewhere, and they have never found out for sure what he was. The biggest guess is that he was a manifestation of their fear of the Voodoo Lands. Whilst he is mostly ignored, these two looming questions linger in the minds of the Gray Order, What was Nocturne, and what would happen if he came back to the Voodoo Lands?
“The darkness closed in their was nothing there but his face, it came closer and closer, then there was unendurable pain and then... nothing.”- Victim 27's description of his nightmare
Nightmare, As Recounted by a Demacian Writer
As my dream first started it was fuzzy, in the way that dreams are, and I was in a room. The room was full of nothing and was first white, but as time went on in that slow, winding way dream time does the rooms whiteness was overtaken by darkness. It spread as a drop of blood does in water, almost appearing ark purple at first, and then thickening as it continued to spread.
I was beginning to wonder if anything would happen, and then he appeared, the creature they call Nocturne. He merely floated there at first, staring at me, while fear was struck into my heart. I knew of the stories about him, but had been a bit of a skeptic before this and yet now there he was, floating in the darkness.
Suddenly he was right in front of me and he let loose a shriek. A shriek so terrifying, and horrendous I will not even attempt to describe it, instead think of the most terrifying sound you can imagine and then multiply it by ten. This sound was ten thousand time worse than what you imagined. I was huddled in the corner paralyzed in terror. Nocturne made something of a smile, and suddenly was back where it had started.
Nocturne surveyed me hovering motionless except his for the shadows that hung underneath him, swaying despite the stillness of the room, and his eyes, those terrible purple smoke eyes, that surveyed me. I made a squeak and he laughed, a laugh horrendous and evil. He lunged forward again, yet as soon as he was directly in front of my face, he was again back in the center of the room.
Then it began. The reason he known so far and wide. He began slashing with the blades, and yet even as they hurt and stung unbearably, and the blood spurted everywhere, I did not die or faint. He went on and on, grinning at my screams of intense agony. The walls and floor were crimson with my blood, and it my agony and suffering could not be worse. Yet it did, and became much worse.
As he continued slashing mercilessly, he stopped and there was an instant, the tiniest sliver of time, in which I thought he was done. I was wrong. He stabbed both blades straight through my chest, with a freezing coldness that made me feel as though my innards had been turned to solid ice. He let the blades sit for a minute, and the wounds healed quickly as they all did in this most awful of nightmares. Then he ripped them out, not straight out as he he had pushed them in, put pulled them sideways you they came out under my arms, and nearly split me in half.
The agony was unbearable. It was worse than unbearable, and yet somehow it became worse. He started slashing with deeply and with an impossible speed. The blood flew everywhere, and the floor was a puddle of blood half a foot deep. The agony was unlike anything I have ever felt, or will ever feel again. He finished, and I slumped limply onto the floor, unable to breath my mouth and nose were underneath the puddle of my own blood.
Nocturne shrieked that indescribable shriek again, and then was gone. I was left there, in total darkness, and yet somehow able to see perfectly with my eye not under the pool of blood. I lay there, unable to move, still in intense agony, that can be dealt from no one but Nocturne.
I began to panic, realizing I was going to drown in my own blood. I struggled to move, but could not. I began to lose consciousness and resigned myself to my fate. My vision of the room faded slowly, then everything was black and nothing remained.
Hopefully anyone who read all the way down here enjoyed it, I put a good bit of work into it. If you liked it, leave a like or comment so I know what to improve! Good day!