ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ sʜᴀʟʟ ᴀᴡᴀɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. - @violetrebcl
The stone temple was cold and dark, very much like his very own SOUL as soon as he entered – feeling Rhaast reacting to its a n c i e n t MYSTERIES by embracing the faint hint of magic flowing in this place. Its claw tightly gripped his soul after his body took the first breath, enjoying its invisible essence. The air was h e a v y, very different to the air in the temples he was used to, but ultimately just another CAGE of crumbling sand, wood and stone. As human Kayn knew only very little compared to what ancient creatures like the darkin must know about the shape of this very world; but it was more than enough to u s e its POWER nonetheless, claiming it as his very own. It was the final lesson he had been taught by his master, after he had already spent the longest of time to tame his own body, honing himself into a true weapon. The many SCRIPTURES he had studied all by himself, to one day succeed everyone else, failed to mention a place like this – and yet it e x i s t e d; like a myth which was long forgotten among their kind. But every myth had a true core; every NIGHTMARE possessed o n e. Only fools were blind to the many possibilities; and sharing his mind with the darkin certainly opened his eyes. Kayn was not the only one being sent here from the ORDER – but he was the only one who was more than prepared for what would happen. Unlike them he was w o r t h y - worthy enough to tame the MENACE dwelling deep inside his body; controlling its power.
He was sent when it was supposed to get b l o o d y; when a fight and BLOODSHED was inevitable. No one dared to deny Rhaast’s thirst for blood, not even Kayn himself who had, by now, learned to isolate its ancient soul quite well to not feel the darkin’s presence as much as during the first weeks. Yet the pain never truly f a d e d from his mind; the feeling of its RAGE never faded. He could embrace these emotions, could learn from them; and this was what made others fear his powers – not only because they did not fully understand the shadow’s magic full potential yet, but because they all let FEAR inside their hearts so very easy. The weak would never understand that there was no t r u e BALANCE in this world. For this very reason Ionia had fallen by Noxian hands once; too scared of using what was supposed to be used, too blind to read the ancient scriptures of what their ancestors had left for them. W e a k e r than their opponents the war had come upon them; but soon no one would d a r e to stand against them. It was the past. A m e r c i l e s s STORY in which only the strong prevailed. But one child had survived... and became the chosen one.
‘I N T E R E S T I N G. I H O P E T H E H U N T W I L L B E S U C C E S S F U L . T H E L A C K O F V I C T I M S B O R E S M E.’
It was the first time that Rhaast openly spoke to his mind since a while, but Kayn had felt its growing IMPATIENCE even much earlier that day – as this isolated place was none to ever truly s a t i s f y his soul. There were no lives to take; no blood to be spilled unless their target made the mistake to come into his p r e p a r e d WEBS. A true assassin never solely depended on his strength – there were m o r e LESSONS than just this. It had to be the right time, the right occasion – the right strategy. Kayn felt that the darkin attempted to take over his body once again, simply out of BOREDOM as it seemed, albeit his attempt failed quite early. Merely his left hand twitched for a moment before Kayn regained full control over his body again – silently whirling the SCYTHE in the air, preparing his limbs for the upcoming fight.
‘Be s i l e n t, Rhaast. The BAIT will lead them here.’
There was n o FEAR – there never was. Not anymore, not for so many years. He had nothing to fear since there existed naught in his life who m a d e him be afraid; neither the pain nor his i m p en d i n g DEATH. It was what allowed him to fully focus on his tasks – on satisfying the darkin’s soul deep within by staining the ground with the blood of the fallen and dominating its a n c i e n t MIND. Lurking in the shadows, watching the shining flow of the ancient essence travelling through the many corridors of the temple leading to one gigantic room, he did nothing besides breathing. Silently, d e a d l y. Waiting for h i s PREY – like a true assassin.