Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: League of Legends
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends)
Characters: Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Ximena Talis, Ambessa Medarda, Amaranthine (League of Legends), Katarina Du Couteau, Caitlyn (League of Legends), Soraka (League of Legends), Kindred (League of Legends)
Additional Tags: POV Third Person Limited, POV Jayce (League of Legends), Deathsworn Viktor, Deathsworn Katarina, Major Character Undeath, Homoeroticism, Alternate Universe - Victorian, you feed this to an AI I will put worms in your brain and not the fun kind, Alternative Universe - Deathsworn (League of Legends), Reaper Soraka, Terminally Ill Viktor (League of Legends), Character Death, Temporary Character Death, Dark Magic, Dark Romance, Author's weird thing about the undead
Series: Part 9 of In Every Timeline
Summary:
Viktor turns to a dark tome in his desperation to live, and Jayce gets worried enough to tell Caitlyn about it.
Or
Jayce makes a horrible mistake that gets Viktor executed, but it's far from the end.
Teaser Below
Viktor looks up from the book, his eyes sunken and bloodshot, his lips blue. There’s a faint smear of blood across his upper lip, stark against his papery skin. He's so thin now that he looks nearly skeletal, unable to support his own weight without assistance, his ribs showing even through his bedclothes.
"Viktor," Jayce starts, fond and soft, though with a hint of sternness. "Put that down, at least while I'm visiting you. I've told you; Nothing good will come of it, it is not worth whatever you think is in there."
"I've tried to tell you, Jayce, but you still don't understand..." Viktor mutters, quiet despite his evident frustration. "It goes beyond what I need, it has so much more than a cure for me, if only I could just...Just, comprehend it!" Viktor coughs. "If I could only-" He coughs again, then falls into a fit, choking as Jayce comes to his side and straightens his back for him.
Jayce reaches to Viktor's desk and plucks a clean handkerchief from the small pile of them, shakes the dust from it, and holds Viktor's head forward by his jaw, rubbing gentle circles on his back. “Breathe,”
Viktor chokes and spits a glob of phlegm and clotted blood into the handkerchief. His shaky, raspy inhales and exhales return, and Viktor calms. His eyes are shiny with tears.
The Deathsworn were the fighting elite of the Space Wolves Legion during the Great Crusade and Horus Heresy.
These warriors were the dark heart of the Legion, having witnessed the greatest horrors of what the Space Wolves had done in the name of the Emperor. Their minds and souls had been irreparably damaged to such an extent that they were no longer men or even Space Marine. Rather, they were said to be something hollow and murderous beyond reason. They had an unusually strong impulse to kill, even for the Space Wolves, and were interred into specialized units known as Deathsworn packs. These wolf-skull helmed warriors would feast on the bodies of their enemies in the name of the Cult of Morkai.
