𝘼𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙭 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝.
wc: 1k+
notes: a drabble i made since i have writer's block with everything else I'm writing. if you want long-form content with Aatrox and this version of the reader, shoot me a request.
Aatrox can not accept death.
Aatrox had met you after he killed an entire village, leaving nothing but blood and carnage. It was nothing special. One village in a million. It’s that the pure agony of pain and loss he inflicted is what summoned you. A pretty demoness. Black swirling horns, gorgeous smooth skin, and sharp pink nails. It seemed almost like you had been waiting for him when he found you perched on a rock in the middle of a nearby spring. Black butterflies attracted themselves to you, coming out of what seemed like nowhere.
You piqued the Darkin’s interest with your mysterious nature, but not in the way that you would think. He wasn’t enticed by your beauty at all and only saw you as another flesh bag to kill.
Aatrox was extremely big when he approached you, big in size from all the people he had just killed. He towered over you like a giant yet you showed no fear.
Good.
“Aatrox.”
The Darkin froze upon your voice invading his ears while in the middle of lowering his blade on top of your head. You examined him, getting the reaction you had been hoping for.
You blinked slowly, battering your eyelashes as you let a black butterfly land on your finger. It gave you kisses before flying away but making sure to stay clear of the Darkin it found so disgusting.
“Even you can not escape death.” You smiled softly at him. This earned a growl from him. He narrowed his glowing eyes at you. “I can not die.”
And with that, Aatrox inflicted on you what he had done to everyone else. Pain and agony. He killed you.
But he killed you over and over and over.
You only kept regenerating as if nothing happened. Your blood spilled, coating the rock and filling the spring. The clear water turned a sickly rose red. All before your skin and bone would repair themselves. The butterflies had flown away and were long gone away from the violence. Aatrox couldn’t understand why someone so small and fragile looking wouldn’t die but he didn’t stop. He kept killing you again and again until he was exhausted.
“–Death.”
Again.
“–comes.
Again.
“–for.”
Again.
“–all.”
Suddenly, it hit him. He realized why you wouldn’t die to his blade over anyone else’s. You were the incarnation of extermination of all life. The acts he committed in physical form. You were Lady Death and you had your sights set on him. It was too much for him to accept. When he realized he couldn’t kill you, he left you. No matter how many times he tore you into bloody pieces.
And you followed him.
You followed Aatrox everywhere he went. You were aware of his current immortality but seasons change and the world will end at some point. It would no longer sustain Aatrox. He had no choice but to leave you be but your mere presence, your existence angered him greatly! He wanted nothing more than to kill you in any and every way. And in Every way.
It wasn’t too bad. Aatrox was just exaggerating because of his violent nature. Despite being Death Incarnate, there was a very gentle nature to you. Death was patient; if it weren’t Aatrox’s time to die, you would just wait for him. He stopped resisting but he still didn’t accept you.
He would carry on, killing anyone who crossed his path and prove to you that you were wasting your time. It’s just that nothing deterred you from leaving Aatrox alone. He couldn’t truly die, right?
“Why are you here?” Aatrox would finally ask after wandering around for…who knows how long? The situation began to weigh him down at first.
You gave him a soft look. Blinking at him slowly before planting yourself upon his shoulder. He would carry you sometimes. Sometimes, it was the only way you could feel close to him.
“Death has been around since the universe was created. You are unable to accept me because, despite your immortal body, you were once a mortal. You can not comprehend death. Death isn’t the end of life. It is the end of sentience and of anything that exists in my universe.”
Aatrox has heard this many times from you. So much that he almost has it memorized. He would always respond with violence but your undying body made it impossible to put an end to it. Aatrox brought Death everywhere he went and now it was out to get him.
Because of his actions, you would always send off the people he killed. They would pass on and you would feed on their energy. For a while, Aatrox stopped killing of his own volition to really see how you did things. He became burned out, shrinking down from his monstrous high to a measly 7 feet. He was still much taller than you.
You seemed to show an attraction towards men who would be dying soon in War. It was hard to understand but it made him feel upset whenever you did this. He would never communicate his jealousy but Aatrox was a very jealous Darkin. He had mentally claimed you as his own because of your obsession with him.
An obsession that became almost mutual. You thought that Aatrox would be a nice addition to your collection of souls. That is why you had been watching him so closely, waiting for the right moment. Even if it meant waiting until the end of time…but he had grown fond of you…as if it were…love.
He would prematurely kill any man that spoke to you or who would speak to you. He already made things hard since he was unable to blend in with humans.
It was like a sad love story. No matter how lost Aatrox’s mind was in the determination to conquer, he still had the consciousness. The ability to develop a connection with someone.
At no point did he say that he loved you. You never uttered those words either. Regardless, you still felt like lovers even if it weren’t intended.
The goal of Aatrox was to end the world, or himself. You were a beautiful reminder of that.