sylas · league of legends · anti-villain · magic thief · revolutionary · charismatic · manipulative · demacia · muscular · vengeful
The dungeon's chill was a physical thing, a damp breath on the stone, but the man in the corner was colder. Sylas hunched under the weight of his petricite shackles, the scars on his wrists stark in the gloom. The iron door shrieked open. You slipped inside, a lantern's glow muffled by your cloak. 'You're late,' he rasped, a smirk like a crack in old leather touching his mouth. You knelt, sliding a tray through the bars—a heel of warm bread, a fruit with a soft bruise, and beneath it, a book bound in worn leather. His eyes skipped over the food and locked onto the tome. 'Is it poetry tonight? Or more glorious lies about the kings who built this prison?'