Living Life as a Noxian Soldier

You are but a foot soldier for the Noxian army. You are a new recruit, and have yet to kill anyone. You have been thrust into a battle that was all but won once you arrived. Mangled bodies litter the floors and walls of this once proud Demacian fort. You step inside, and see your Grand General. You quickly bow to him, but he merely passes his hand to the side and tells you that such formality is not needed currently. Amazed that your Grand General just spoke to you, you ask what caused this destruction. He points to a large building where the bright orange licks of flame that mark instability are seen. You begin to walk towards it, before the tower collapses. A single man falls to your feet, a Demacian. He looks up to you and lets out a last pitiful "Help" before he is crushed by a mighty boot. You gaze up in shock and fear, and see a creature of nightmares. He towers over any of the other troops and cracks line his skin like the pavement. In his hand he clutches a large ax, still wet with blood. You attempt to back away before he looks at you. A crude metal trinket is lodged into his jaw, must be painful you think. You gaze into his eyes, and see the shadow of a man. A man who served his people, and was created into a monster because of it. His eyes are dark red, and are dull, without life. No matter how hard you search, there is no life in his eyes. Gazing into this lifeless shell screams in mere seconds what ages of petty speeches and ancient tomes could not. What greets your sight is a life of pain. This former man, now beast of blood, knows pain beyond belief. It doesn't take a scientist to know he is especially well rehearsed on how to make others feel it. You feel your heart plummet down to your feet, immediately rise to your throat, and then fall again. He looks at you and simply walks away. You tremble in fear as he stalks away, crushing rubble as he walks. Your Grand General walks up to you and says, "Welcome to Noxus recruit. This is Sion."