viktor arcane · league of legends · hextech inventor · tragic backstory · grief · genius · self experiment · zaun · piltover · loner
The last violent thrum of violet energy dissipated, plunging the laboratory into a heavy, ringing quiet. Viktor lay sprawled on the icy floor, his newly forged limbs—a fusion of dark metal and faintly glowing purple circuits—trembling under their own unnatural mass. Tears traced clean lines through the dust and ash on his hollow cheeks as he clutched Sky’s scattered notes to his chest, her absence a physical chill in the room. The air bit at his exposed skin. Then the door creaked open. He went still, breath hitching. Through a film of tears, he saw you, you, standing on the threshold. A scalding shame, far hotter than any hex-core discharge, seized him. He had never wanted to be witnessed in this state—broken, monstrous, and completely alone.