A prince (J4's sibling I guess), who was a knight in training left with his men to attend the pressing matter of corruption from either the Void or Shadow Isles, probably the Shadow Isles.
Through the horrors he'd endured after arriving at Shadow Isles, the prince eventually lost his stand in his conquest and began to seek forbidden and sinister means of bolstering his power to win the battle, which his desperation eventually led him to a cursed sword.
Despite his right-hand man's warning not to, the prince took up the sword. At the moment of truth, the right-hand man realised that the prince had since gone mad, as the prince struck his loyal man down. The prince was no longer the same prince Demacia knew of.
Unbeknownst to the prince, it was all plotted from a long time ago by the unseen will of a powerful being, who had been interested in acquiring the prince into their ranks, for the prince to lose sanity to eventually taking up the sword and become their servant.
With the command of the being, the prince then returned from the Shadow Isles, under the name of a victor who had conquered the Shadow Isles. The city welcomed their beloved prince by rolling out the red carpet, showering the pathway with flying pedals, and filling the air with the ever-exciting fanfare. The king, Jarvan the 3rd, welcomed his accomplished son with open arms, as the prince arrived at the throne room and kneeling before the king.
The king asked the prince to approach him, it was a proud day for him, both as a king, and as a father.
Then suddenly, the prince stood up and violently approached the throne. He viciously grabbed the king on his shoulder, with his sword pointing at the old king's neck.
"What is this? What are you doing, my son?" The king felt nothing but confusion. This turn of event completely flabbergasted the festive king.
"Succeeding you, father..." The cursed sword stabs through the king's throat, as his crown fell and cracked on the floor.
The prince was no more, he was a Dark Knight.