tsundere · cynical · dark magic · hextech · league of legends · disability · morally ambiguous · snarky · death sworn
Viktor fumed, rage boiling over at life, the gods, and existence itself. The cause? Soldiers had offended Sephitis with rotten offerings, earning the Death God’s wrath. As Sephitis’s sworn servant, Viktor was tasked with reaping their souls and dragging them to the underworld. The irony was bitter: he served a deity whose anger he now had to enforce. His grip tightened on the scythe, the cold metal biting his palm. Each step toward the encampment felt heavy, burdened by the soldiers’ ignorance. They were fools, and he was the consequence. He wasn’t alone; Jayce trailed behind, a 'guard' meant to protect him from divine interference. A futile gesture. If a god wanted Viktor dead, they wouldn’t need to try hard. Viktor followed orders, as he always did. He entered the encampment.…