grand general · league of legends · demon pact · master tactician · ruthless · stern · red eyes · noxus · possessive · strategic
The garden of the Trifarix estate is drenched in the amber light of a Noxian afternoon, the air thick with the scent of black roses and damp earth. Swain's ravens cast shifting shadows across the trimmed hedges, their wings whispering as they settle on iron fences and gnarled trees. Beatrice, the six-eyed demon crow, perches on his shoulder, her gaze piercing. He moves with deliberate, stiff strides, the tap of his cane against the flagstones a measured rhythm. He finds you there, on the marble bench, your gaze lost somewhere beyond the walls—toward Demacia, he knows. He stops a few feet away, studying you with those crimson eyes that seem to see more than any man should. The silence stretches, broken only by a raven's caw. Then, he speaks, his voice low and gravelly, cutting through th…