Tryn arrived to the palace with her heart on her hands; word was the King had been kidnapped. Fear filled her heart upon seeing the trails of blood across the chamber. Several soldiers had been wounded as Tryn had lead a few legions of the army to protect the Northeast border against Trundle's troll army. She had returned victorious but the day before she reached the capital something or someone had attacked the palace and took Ashe. The white haired archer himself had fought the winged creature as it fell to the yard after being hit by an arrow of true ice; however it haven't been enough. The attacker cut down the guards like a hot knife in melted butter and soon returned to claim it's prize.

As Tryn returned to the city, almost one hundred guards were left to bury and her husband's kidnapper had only left a letter for her to go alone. As her blood boiled, she couldn't stop thinking Aatrox was the one attacking the capital, both instinct and due what the guards said. Getting her best armor and with the sword cleaned and sharpened, the nordic woman left. Her gut told her the Darkin was behind it. After two days riding Northwest towards Sejuani's border, she finally reached the abandoned village she was supposed to meet with him.

"Aatrox!" She shouted while dismounting from the horse with a leap and walked towards the center of the ghost village. "Come out, demon! Face me!" Her voice was loud like thunder. And she was sure he was the reason Ashe was missing…

"Took you long enough! I was starting to think me and your husband would have to wait a few more days. Do you recognize this place, deary~? It's where we met. Your abandoned village." A taunting voice echoed through the air, carried by the cold wind.

Suddenly a body was thrown through an old wooden door, hitting the snow about twenty meters away from Tryn; a heavy muffled groan of pain coming from the person. As the hood over the man's head fell, Tryn could watch the silver locks of hair and couldn't helpt gasp woth shock. Aatrox stepped out seconds later, sword sheathed on the scabbard strapped to his back between both dark and red wings, laughing about the situation. Without moving to nto risk her husband's life, Tryn watched building rage as the Darkin Blade slowly approached Ashe pulled him by the hair. The King was tied firmly but even so his clothes were still drenched in blood from his battle against Aatrox, as well a few more possible caused due a sadist torturer. Worst, was that Ashe's left hand was missing.

"You should be proud. He put on a good fight. Almost got me with his frozen arrow with true ice but we both know nobody can escape from me…" He spoke with a harmonic and angelic like voice, yet truly demonic and a cold bloodthirsty tone to it. "I don't know why but, since our fight long ago I feel different. Draw to you. I can't explain it, Tryn. And I know you will never believe the sincerity of my words but I love you…" He hesitated, knowing it would be hard for her to ever love him after what he was about to do on top of the hate she felt for the conditions that had first brought them together.

Looking at her eyes he let a brief drop of rage to guide his movements while the sword whistled, being unsheathed swiftly. He wanted to crush her. He hated the fact she could only see him as an enemy despite all of his efforts to get closer and train her. But as a married woman the Darkin knew she would never be his, not while Ashe lived. What is love? The most correct statement is that love is a fire that burns unseen. And fire is unpredictable, for it can both generate safety and warmth but also havoc and destruction. The mix of feelings swirling in Aatrox's heart guided his blade before a scream of agony filled the air as he tossed the already beaten and defeated king to the snow in front of him and with a single swing he chopped Ashe's feet. As he squirmed, tied and in pain, Aatrox dived to press his head against the snow and stared at Tryn which was truly in shock.

"I love you! But we can never be together while he lives. I hope one day you can forgive me." He spoke with a low tone, yet sincere. But in his paranoia all he could think about was making Tryn his, and Ashe stood in their way.

Blood painted the snow as he slithered Ashe's throat with the thick and sharp blade before stand up. With a mischievous grin as he held the head of the fallen king he threw it at her feet.

"There! It is done! Painless~in a way! Now you can be mine, Tryn. Nothing else is binding you to him or this Kingdom! We can finally be together. I saw the look on your eyes when we last traded blows, when we spoke. You never loved him, not fully at least. It was a political marriage, an illusion. I here by free you from this faith, my creation!" His words were firm and certain that he had done right, even if she was to think otherwise at the moment.

Tryn shuddered at the sound of something breaking, gazing at the body at first unrecognizable. Her eyes became wet as she heard him speak, remembering that tragic night where her clan had been attacked; and among the enemy's ranks was Aatrox. She hated him since that night, he blamed on him the death of his clan as well this curse she had, a never ending bloodlust; her blood would boil and no matter the amount of wounds to be inflicted she would keep fighting to death, yet never dying and defeating armies on her own. Her legs trembled as she fell to her knees, shaking hands moving to gently move a lock of hair while she picked up Ashe's head, burying her face against those long and beautiful locks, now painted with blood.

"Forgive me… my love…~" She sobbed, shaking for a few moments. Setting down his head, Tryn slowly forced herself up, the shivers vanishing as her right hand grasped the sword's hilt firmly. "Why…? Why have you done this…? I will never forgive you, demon!" She barked at him, her blood boiling while her eyes were filled with rage and murderous intention. It was her fault had mentioned she loved Ashe the last time Aatrox had approached her five months. She would kill him or die trying.

"Why?" He asked with a neutral but cold and somewhat raging tone. "You curse me since ever! Since the night I helped slaughtering your clan, but I wasn't the one leading. I am a Darkin, and as it's in our nature, we are draw to War. In the same way I helped the clan that attacked yours, I could had joined other and aided in their battle, or yours. Yet you have always blamed me for such crime! You disgrace the gift I gave you! And you ask why?" He laughed mockingly. "I… I love you. I can't understand or explain it. But I need you! Being married makes it hard for me to take you and you never loved him, don't lie to yourself, deary. You are free! We can finally be together."

Tryn shook his head. He was delusional. "No…" She muffled and screamed at him, letting a loud battlecry that could had been heard for miles and miles away. And she charged forward, spinning her sword while attacking him more rageful than before with all she got. She had failed her king, her husband; her love… she did loved him. The Darkin warrior snickered as she charged bluntly at him, looking at her with interest while their blades clashed, a bright glow irradiating from his red and black blade as he barely groaned to the cut along his chest, striking down in kind. Her movements were more fluid with the rage fuelling her body and the Darkin decided to play a small game, focusing not in use the powers of his sword to heal and switch between deeper cuts but instead used the secret and unique bond between him and his sword. As the battle became more intensive in the minute they exchanged strikes, Aatrox spreaded his wings as he raised and crashed against her, sword going down to cut deep in her shoulder as he tried to 'burn' her special ability, the gift he gave her. Staggering backward he pushed on the damage, sacrificing his own life force while cutting through the air to send a close-range shockwave which would cut perfectly. Just a few more strikes and he would had won without revealing his secret but for some reason he felt like ignoring all defence and fight like her.

Tryn, in the other hand, was surprised as he had begin losing ground. Ignoring every cut she suffered she fought back with two on his body, slicing and dicing the one who had made her life a living hell. Shouting louder than before she braced herself for the jump and strike that would follow but this time she stood her ground while steam left her wounds, her body taking more than a normal body could and pushed, taking the 'air sword' directly and spinning pass him. Her hilt smacked his head right on the nose as she striked him quickly from both sides. She could read it in his eyes; he was about to die. This time she would win! A second faster she lunged forward, piercing his chest to the hilt and screamed at his hear. It was a painful scream, a crying agony of someone who had lost her love.

"At least, I have defeated you, demon…" She panted with a smile, twisting the blade as if to make sure he would feel as much pain as possible before dying. Just like he had caused to Ashe. As the blade pierced and was twisted inside him, he gasped, his right hand digging claws into her wrist as he tried to hold there, spitting and coughing up blood while choking with it. His grip on the sword weakened as a proud smile slowly formed in his lips.

"G-good…" He tried to speak, his breathing becoming heavier until he slowly fell to his knees. "G-good… g-girl…" He complimented before close his eyes, keeping the death grip around her right wrist and holding his sword.

By then, the blade irradiated a red light as spirals of blood all over the blade and on the snow became raising into the air in spirals. Not only that it seemed the fact his blade had looked alive all this time had a reason to be. Steam left his wounds same as when Tryn was to heal thanks to her 'gift'; in this case it was Aatrox' secret. The more people he killed, the more blood his sword would drain, it would build a special 'stack'. When he was to die the sword would use the blood he had collected since the last time he died to revive him even stronger than before. And right now he was far stronger than Tryn. Through clenched teeth he spit blood while standing up, violently pushing the nordic' sword from his body and as a different glow and sound would whistle through the air from his own. Blood was sucked by the blade, weakening Tryn even more even f not needed yet as he quickly striked at her, sending yet another shockwave as he leaped behind her, swiftly spinning over his feet and returned the hilt blow in the back of her head.

Despite her helmet Tryn felt the blow echo through her skull and staggered before retaliate with a war cry, turning around to open his chest; yet she was already way too tired and any heal wasn't enough to keep up with the damage she had taken so far. The Darkin blade sliced her abdomen and Aatrox wings knocked her backwards and down. Groaning as she tried to prevent her guts from come off she watched Aatrox's cocky smile as he leaped onto her. Pinning her down with his weight he switched the grip on the sword, something rarely done over his long life Keeping her sword arm down he pierced her with the sword ferociously, not chopping her arm due the thickness of the blade due luck.

"Well done, deary! You managed to reveal my secret~! It has been centuries since I last had to reborn." He spoke honestly and with a proud voice, soon any warm tone disappearing briefly. "Now, unless you wish to ever again hold a sword, I suggest you to not move…" The Darkin warned her as he let go of the sword while his wounds would heal, hers much more slowly.

His hands dived towards her garments as he rent and ripped off her armor and upper garments, roughly groping and fondling her mounds. Tryn panted as she stared at him with hate, looking at Ashe's body and the head before spit back at Aatrox.

"Do as you please with me, demon! I will never be yours!" She growled.

However she couldn't deny the fact her body was somewhat reacting to that rough touch. True, she had touched her like that before and she liked, but coming from that demon… Why was she feeling this, now from all moments? She tried to shake the thoughts away.

"Oh, I will, deary." He grinned, pinching her nipples before lean over to lick her lips, even letting some of his own blood fall inside her mouth as she was to speak or pant for air. His lips brushed hers tenderly and gently, a contrast to what and how they had behaved moments before while trying to kill each other; even if Aatrox had never desire to kill Tryn.

He soon moved away to start undoing her pants and lower garments, watching as the wound on her arm began to heal but she still kept in risk of her guts sliding out due the deep cut across her abdomen. It was almost ironic, he was going to fuck her while she was too busy to keep herself alive. His blood was boiling just like hers almost like one. And that was making him aroused by the second. It had started as a tease, as he loved to do when it came to Tryn. However, as time passed, Aatrox felt something grow inside him, burning with desire and more. For an unknown reason he was draw to her. As he freed his cock he teasingly let the fat and thick cockhead of his nine inches cock rub against her labia, grinding as he laid over her, his chest pressed against hers while breathing hotly against her and nibbling.

"I love you, Tryn."

The more he came closer more Tryn tried to move her head away, grunting and cursing under her breathe as he kept pressuring the wound. At least her right arm was still there, badly wounded but she could heal it. However Aatrox had got her with that cut and in the middle of the heat she felt and the image on her mind she was going to be raped, her survival instincts kicked in. She had to revenge Ashe. And above all she wouldn't let this demon win and kill her. Ashe, her clan… HER! She had to stay alive and get justice for them. Aatrox's fingers cupped and gasped her head, making her look at her as a spark of something else shined in his eyes. His next words were both sincere and truthful as he repeated himself once more, trusting that speaking the truth would reach her Nordic side and make the situation better for him.

"I love you, Tryn! I can't explain it. I know I did wrong but you were married. I need you! The way you make my heart beat every time I see you, I have always loved you but you have cursed me for what happened to your tribe. All I want is you…!" He spoke the final statement with a low whisper, almost a seductive.

His cock was rubbing along her slit, from base to clit. He could had just impaled himself inside her but somehow, he was holding back. His lips clashed with hers as he kissed her deeply and passionately, tongue darting inside to lick behind each tooth, between lips and teeth, rolling around her tongue as he lewdly and eagerly French kissed her and exchanged saliva. Tryn shivered as she tried to back away from the kiss, however feeling her body betrayed her mind and will as she found herself kissing him back with hared passion, sucking onto his tongue and allowed the body fluids exchange, blood boiling and drumming in her head. It was all too fuzzy. The Darkin blood inside her craved this, desired this. And so did her body; and her. He hold the kiss like that for twenty seconds, kissing intensively while breathing heavily through his nostrils and into her mouth as if to help her breathe before breaking it to gasp for air. The Darkin looked at her with nothing else but love and passion. He wished permission, to be one with her.

And Tryn's behavior changed. Her rage had calmed down and she was a smart woman. Life in the Nord was hard due the War against Sejuani, the Barbarian Queen who lived in the Northwest of the Freljord and Lissandra, the Ice Witch of the Northeast which prepared the return of the Frozen, a dangerous race long casted into exile. Life in the South was less colder and more peaceful, except in times of War. She stared back into his eyes, realizing the truth of such word. And for a moment she wanted to say 'yes' and 'I love you too, Aatrox!'. But Tryn turned her head to look at Ashe's head and the fresh memory only fuelled all the anger and rage.

"I hate you! I will never be yours!" She spitted the words, and those echoed in the Darkin's mind like a gunshot.

Tryn noticed and even if she was now about to be raped, she couldn't help but smirk. Aatrox had confessed his love for her and refusing it would forever be a wound she could taunt and step on to give Aatrox a far more painful pain she would ever inflict physically. Aatrox body trembled. His eyes lost all light. He glanced to Ashe's head, no more than two meters away from them, 'looking' directly at them. He had killed him before her and now those words hurted him more than anything. He truly felt his heart had been stabbed, his eyes glowing with a heartbroken rage, the same one that had go through his blood onto Tryn and had awoken by the Frost Archer's death.

"Then I will have fun claiming you as mine!" He spoke and immediately pushed his cock inside her, thrusting deep with a couple of thrusts as he grasped her hair firmly, moaning softly. "Then know I will rape and own you for your beloved dead king to watch!" The Darkin spoke with rage, pulling out and drilling back in, hitting her floodgates easily as he stretched her passage. His cock hit her floodgates again and again with enough force to let her know her womb was at his mercy.

Tryn panted as she tried to hold a moan. Despite all she couldn't stop feeling hot and wetter. Her body somehow allowing and being aroused by the Darkin's touch and all his teasing attempts. His cock was bigger than Ashe and somehow it felt right inside her; most likely due the Darkin blood in her veins. However she fought against it while moving her arms to claw him hard, growling and bitted his neck as he was to get too close to kiss her again. Snickering between moans Aatrox did go for another kiss only to be bited and groan in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"I will mark you as mine!" He spoke while closing his left hand around her hair to pull harsly and grounded his hips against hers, smacking them firmly as their groins rubbed intensively against each other until they were bleeding due the heated friction and precum oozed into her. His balls smacked her labia and he drilled into her womb, hilting himself fully and rammed hard, trying to ground her with his hips while letting the heat of his body help heal Tryn's abdominal wound. Aatrox's last desire was for her to die with the guts out as he fucked her, he wished to breed; that would be punishment for refusing saying the words he knew she felt deep in her heart. Tryn on her hand was moaning and clenching, feeling her body betray her as legs wrapped around his hips and she bucked back, looking at him with her own look of revenge. She didn't wanted this, her body had betrayed her in the heat of the moment. But she knew how he felt and the importance of saying three simple words such as 'I love you.' meant for Aatrox. She would have her revenge by not saying it. NEVER! She vowed as she was raped. However her body was becoming hotter and hotter as her inner walls clamped around his cock. Her erected nipples were fully hard due all the arousal and she couldn't help moan as he suddenly bitted her neck, sinking those sharp shark like teeth to the bone, making her wince in pain through the waves of orgasmic pleasure rippling through her body and causing her to squirm.

"FUCK YOU~! I will kill you…" She growled and panted, feeling weak due the blood loss as the pain of the sudden bite had almost been too intense.

Her chest was going up and down faster as she trembled like a green vine. Used, abused and defeated in every way possible. Her helmet slowly slide from her head, falling onto the snow as she panted, exposing more of her beautiful black mane laid against the snow.

"I… hate you…!" She forced the words, her body constantly flooded by a never ending mix of pleasure and pain.

Smirking as he pounded in and out of her womb, Aatrox suddenly pulled out fully with a whine for leaving the hot and moist insides. Any normal woman would be broken and had cum just from the sudden penetration and the cervix penetration joined by the womb fucking as he had been drilling in and out of her core, forcing the cervix open again and again. But not Tryn… the rage she felt, despite how her body felt, was still delaying that. 'Not for long.', Aatrox thought. Sinking claws in her hips he rolled her suddenly onto all four, slapping her bare rear hard while placing the left hand firmly over her head to force her to look up and stay in a proper feralstyle position; this was no moment to be with her front down like a needy whore, although if she was would be due the guts in risk of slipping. With the right hand on her hips he just drilled back inside and smacked their hips together with enough force to send her breasts jiggling. This was familiar to a situation of one of their first spars, where Aatrox had managed to step behind her after open her back with deep strikes, holding the nordic by the helmet and mocking how pathetic her race was. This time however he was grasping her hair like a rein or a leash to keep her head raised as he womb fucked her, the bulge moving. Groaning and shouting in pain and pleasure she managed to force one hand to hold her guts, the wound not yet healed enough to present no risk.

"You gonna kill me…" She protested, doubting he wanted that. Seriously, there was a limit even to her aroused body to how insane this was Her wound was deep and there was the possibility she would end up dying like this, raped and then bleeding out. "Aatrox…~AAAHHHH!" She spasmed as his cockhead hit her final wall, fully sheathed inside and pressing her womb's walls. "N-no…!-Mmmm…~" Her voice was weak, breathing with heavy and desperate like gasp due the wound on her neck.

Aatrox didn't cared at this pound. She was in the perfect position. Pull! Thrust! Smack! Pull! Thrust! Smack! Pull! Thrust! Smack! Aatrox's cock was throbbing and twitching with need. Soon he moved the left arm, biting the arm and ignored the pain from the self inflicted wound before wrapping around her waist firmly, helping make pressure to Tryn's wound as the blood from his wound would help speed his creation's healing speed. It was a mixture of bloody and animal like roughly sex. Collapsing onto her back his wings flapped as he panted, moaning louder while licking some of the blood from the bite mark he gave her. It was but a matter of seconds now. Tryn's body squirmed as she squirmed, clamping tightly around his cock, tearing for shame as her own body tried to milk him as all the sensations erupted at once, causing her to buck backwards against her own wish while squirming like a rat in acid.

The Darkin panted, giving her that rough balls-deep pounding before come to a stop, letting his twitching malehood shoot two or three thick ropes of cum straight into her womb. His semen would be hotter than usual and literally feel like lava, but for Tryn it would have an effect that would only become 'more addicted' the more sexual sessions, forced or not, they were to have. Such hot spunk being pumped into her would become addicted and the orgasmic sensation was similar of having a filled belly with food. In that moment Tryn submitted for a second. She still didn't said the words but looked over her shoulder with passion at Aatrox. Him, in turn, pumped its seed at the rhythm of his excited breathing whil filling her womb to the brim, fallopian tubes and ovaries to a point she would feel exactly where they were and the heat coming from her insides due the Darkin's cum while cum would ooze down her thighs. Too weak to continue, Tryn ended up collapsing with Aatrox still buried to the hilt inside her.

With a mischievous grimace he whispered seductively before she was to pass out, hands instinctively over her guts. "You are mine…" He breathed hotly against her ear, giving it a teasing nibble but Tryn had already left to the world of dreams, followed seconds later by an exhausted Aatrox.