Disclaimer: All right goes to Riot Games. I do not own League of Legends.
Pairing: eventual Rivelia~!
Author's Note: Had to re-upload.
First off, surprise! This'll be a multi-chapter story now ~ yay lol. Had to stop the first chapter here since the first chapter I initially wrote for this fic is so goddamn long. The next part will be uploaded this Saturday I think. Okay. This is heavily influenced by Tokyo Ghoul - due to some parts... you'll know what I'm talking about later on. Hmmm... What to say... Eventual Rivelia! This first part's about Riven's tragic experience during the Invasion so it's not that interesting... yep! I do think the story is shit. Enjoy.~ This is kinds hard for me to write tbh. I ship Syndra x Irelia but I'm also a Riven x Irelia shipper... Maybe I should write a Syndra x Irelia? Meh will think about it.
Rated M for mature content, trigger warning and all that shit. You've been warned. Had my cousin proofread the second chapter earlier and he was triggered as fuck.
No words can describe what the ex-Commander of Fury Company saw a few hours ago. She cannot dismiss the wails of the people getting killed by Singed's concoction. Her fellow Noxians were not spared from the green goo either. They didn't even have the privilege to be buried properly.
All her life she devoted herself, her time, her everything into serving her beloved city-state. And after all those years she spent training, killing and pleasing the old geezer in the High Command, this is what she gets? That's unfair.
Her grip tightened on her rune sword. Crimson eyes gazed on the gift given to her by the High Command. The sword that killed enemies of the state and was not spared from killing the innocent either.
Riven was resting by the stone bench in the training grounds. Her fellow soldiers were doing things that she isn't interested in doing. The grounds were rowdy today since the Drill Instructor Rodriguez is having a meeting with the High Command and that means free time.
She just wants to rest on this cold stone bench near their barracks since she was tired as hell. Rodriguez gave her a new training regimen that's three times their normal work out. But not all soldiers were given that regimen, only her and a few promising soldiers.
"RIVEN!" The girl quickly shot up from her lying position to stand straight and saluted. She kept her eyes looking dead ahead. Rodriguez was back. "Sir!"
"At ease, soldier." The drill instructor commanded after saluting at Riven, her feet and shoulders width apart and her hands clasped behind her back.
"The High Command calls for you, soldier."
"Permission to speak, sir."
"Permission granted."
"Why?" No more words needed.
"You'll know when we get there. Come, follow me."
Rodriguez led the way to High Command since the other didn't know the way. The High Command's mansion is so damn huge, sitting on top of a cliff, overlooking the city. Soldiers were running back and forth.
The older man opened one of the oak doors and beckoned his soldier to get in. Riven wordlessly entered the office, Rodriguez following suit after closing the door.
The office was simple. A wooden table littered with papers, a comfy couch in front, towering book cases filled with books, a bird perch near the desk, black drapes covering the windows, and the flag of Noxus proudly pinned on the wall behind. A man was sitting on the table, crossed legged and a hand stroking the back of an eerie six-eyed raven.
"General Swain, I have brought you Riven, one of my best soldiers." Rodriguez introduced, bowing his head slightly in front of his superior.
"So I've heard." The man, Swain grunted, moving his raven to her perch. "I've read your file Riven. An orphan abandoned on the streets of Noxus. Tell me, why did you join the military?"
The girl in question stiffened. Clearly this man knew the answers to his question already. "I…" She hesitated, but then stood straight, eyes burning with determination. "I have no other place to go. I want food that don't make me sick. I want walls that hold back the wind. I want a decent life. I want to serve Noxus."
"What a wonderful answer, Ms. Riven!" He cackled. "Now onto business... Rodriguez said you're the best soldier under his care. Right now, High Command is in need of loyal soldiers like you to fight for our beloved city-state. We need soldiers who aren't afraid of dying for her, who will not surrender to anybody, who will not run away from the war." He paused, looking straight into Riven's crimson eyes.
A shiver ran down her spine. "We want you to lead Fury Company, Riven. Will you accept it?"
Riven gulped. A promotion… She was tired of taking orders from her superiors. Now, it's her turn to command a company. This was a huge promotion and it didn't take a fool to know there's a catch. So she asked. She couldn't see it but she could feel Swain smirk underneath his mask. "We're planning on invading Ionia soon. We need someone to follow the 42nd Standard and sadly, there's no squad available for that since most of them are sent to the frontlines. And that's where you will come in. You will lead Fury Company through Coeur Valley."
"I have no choice but to accept, do I?" She asked even if she already knew the answer. "I accept."
"Brilliant!" Swain beamed, offering his hand for a handshake which Riven took with a small smile. "As per your promotion, High Command decided to give you a sword forged by Noxus' best blacksmiths and enchanted by the greatest rune mages in Valoran." Swain looked at Rodriguez and nodded.
The man, understanding the silent order that was given to him, took a large and heavy wooden box from the far end of the room held it out for Riven to see. He opened the box.
Riven couldn't believe her eyes. Inside the box was a great sword with runes embedded on the flat of the blade. She took out the blade and immediately the runes began to glow a bright shade of green. Instantly, the girl fell in love with her new weapon. "Thanks, General Swain, Drill Instructor Rodriguez." She said, lips forming to a wide smile.
"Anything for the children of Noxus." Swain said.
"Put it to better use, Riven." Rodriguez muttered to her before ushering her out of the office.
Riven slapped herself and forced herself to banish the flashbacks she's receiving. She was forced to open her eyes to the truth. Noxus abandoned her, them, her children. She should've seen it sooner. It was all Swain's plan. They were just pawns in his little game of chess. "What a fool I am for believing his sweet talk…" She gritted her teeth in frustration because what she said was true.
"I KILLED THE INNOCENT FOR NOTHING! I KILLED SO MANY FOR YOU! BUT I GAINED NOTHING! NOTHING BESIDES THIS FUCKING SWORD AND A FUCKING PROMOTION! MY REWARD FOR THIS WAS HAVING MY COMPANY KILLED IN FRONT OF ME! ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY NOW, SWAIN?!" She screamed across the barren wastelands. Tears were flowing down her cheeks and down onto the ground.
The exile spotted a boulder that seems sturdy enough. She approached it, raised her sword up, and brought it down onto the boulder with so much force that it sends aftershocks on her body. She didn't stopped there though. She continued on hammering her sword down on the boulder until it broke after a few minutes. Each slam on the boulder was accompanied by a scream full of hatred, agony and regret.
The boulder split into two which enraged her even more. "YOU FUCKING FUCK!" She shouted. She laid her still not broken blade onto the flat of the broken boulder and used the other in an attempt to break the rune sword. As if the runes were affected by their owner's feelings, each rune started to dim as Riven continued on pounding her sword with a rock. Like it was giving up on trying to stop its owner from breaking it, a crack appeared on the blade but she paid it no heed and continued.
After a few hours of mindless pounding and screaming, Riven's arms grew tired. She threw the rock away from her and let her arms fall to her sides. Her crimson gaze looked at the masterpiece she did. The sword was finally broken into small pieces.
The runes were gray now, like its life just ended when the blade broke. Riven held the broken sword by the handle… She couldn't feel the power of the runes coursing through her veins unlike when she first held it. She threw it on the ground like a doll. Her hands were shaking as she hugged herself to sleep. Only she can comfort herself now.
Before they can even arrive at the Coeur Valley, they noticed that the air around them started to smell funny. It smelled like rotten and already decaying corpses. Riven's stomach churned at the disgusting smell but stopped herself from puking on the ground. Her subordinates puked behind her.
"We're an hour and a half from Coeur..." Her second in command, a man named Kharyl grunted from behind her. Riven sighed, "This is a bad omen."
The man snorted, "No shit, commander. Coeur's probably littered with corpses now." Upon hearing this, the other soldiers straightened, eyes looking around for an escape route. "Oy, Kharyl! Don't demoralize our troops." She chided, sending a glare at the man who just shrugged. "Just sayin'."
"We'll rest for a good ten minutes then we head to Coeur. The 42nd Standard is expecting us."
After a few hours of walking, they finally arrived at the Coeur Valley. The first thing they noticed was the stench. The unpleasant smell still lingers in the air intensified tenfold. The commander of Fury Company held up her hand, signaling her men to halt.
True to what Kharyl had said earlier, the entire land of the valley was littered with corpses that were starting to decay. Crows were already feasting on the lifeless bodies of the soldiers. Riven couldn't help but see the large quantity of Noxian uniforms mixed among the dead.
"Looks like this is what's left of the 42nd Standard."
"We were too late then." She concluded. "Come, we'll continue on towards Placidium to aid the main force!"
As they were crossing the land of corpses, the Commander noticed the dead bodies stand up. It didn't take a genius to know what's happening. "BATTLE FORMATION NOW!" She shouted then brandished her great sword.
The Ionians were hiding beneath the dead Noxian soldiers for a surprise attack at them. Riven didn't expected this. She wouldn't have guessed that they will use such a tactic. Desperate times calls for desperate measures indeed.
"Commander! We can't hold them back! There are too many of them!" Kharyl cried as he struck down one soldiers
Her crimson eyes scanned the field. All of her comrades were having a hard time fighting the Ionians. She remembered the flare Swain gave her earlier in case of emergency. This is the right time to use it. She pulled the trigger and the flare shot up to the sky, its red light illuminating the sea of black clouds.
"Hold them until High Command sends reinforcements!" The commander ordered.
Instead of foot soldiers, Riven saw green goo coming down from the sky. It came from Singed's Melters. The members of the Fury Company were rejoicing as their morale raise. The Ionians who were struck with the green substance fell down to the ground immediately before the Noxians ended their lives.
The second barrage of the Melters followed. The black haired commander watched as her fellow Noxians were covered with it. "What's the meaning of this, High Command?!" She roared into her communication device but the higher echelon gave no response to her questions.
"Commander! What is the High Command doing?! Didn't they know that we're here?!" Kharyl asked furiously.
"Don't ask me, Kharyl! I don't know shit!" She replied angrily.
"RETREAT!" Riven shouted and the soldiers quickly followed her to safety.
But no one is safe from the Zaunite abomination. The Melters came pouring down on the Valley like rain. Ionian and Noxian soldiers alike were dying by the second the substance latches on to their skin. No one was spared from this massacre. Ear-shattering screams and agonizing cries for help came from the soldiers. Countless 'help' and 'why's were said.
"Incoming!" one of her subordinates shouted, alerting all of the remaining members of their Company.
They scrambled like rats looking for shelter in the rain. Riven could only watch as her comrades die in front of her eyes. She was unable to move due to the shock. Why did they release the Melters even though they know that we are still here?! That was the question everyone else had in their minds.
If she didn't used the flare… If she didn't asked the High Command for back-up… If she didn't accepted the promotion then this wouldn't happen.
"Damn it!" She cursed. "Move damn it!" She repeated, punching her thighs in an attempt to make them move. Riven was powerless. She was useless here. She couldn't do anything let alone save her comrades. She's worthless and she hated it.
"Commander… Riv… en…" a low familiar voice came from behind her which caused her to whip her head around, only to see Vice Commander Kharyl slowly making his way towards her – half of his body was already singed with the chemical, making his skin tear apart , showing his insides. Riven covered her mouth to stop herself from puking.
Her Vice Commander's body fell limp beside her feet. She couldn't hold it in. She doubled over and vomited all that's left in her stomach and on to the barren lands. She looked around and saw that she's only one left unharmed. Wiping her lips with her sleeve, she swallowed hard and made a run for it when the Melters stopped their barrage.
A Noxian Commander who's supposed to be ruthless, brave, disciplined, loyal and unbreakable ran away. Ran away from her city-state, her company, her brothers… her life.
After walking for a total of three days, Riven found herself staring at an abandoned town in the middle of nowhere. Her body is slowly losing the strength to stand up, let alone walk. The weight of her sword, her past is literally dragging her with them to the ground.
You have nothing now, Commander!
Come! Let us guide you to the depths of Hell!
You'll be coming with us now, Commander!
We'll drag you down... why don't you discard your sword and run? YOU CAN'T!
Riven cringed as she heard the voices of her fallen comrades. She shook her head in an attempt to clear her thought but to no avail. She can still hear the cries of her dying countrymen inside her head. "I must be going insane..." She muttered to herself.
Treading slowly but surely into the abandoned place, Riven kept her guard up as her eyes scan every nook and cranny of the suspicious place. Her senses is dulled from the previous battle. She could feel eyes watching her every move but there was no one in sight. She wasn't sure if she is only imagining it but she was already damn tired and couldn't care less about what's going to happen to her.
"I don't care anymore... I want to die already..." She sighed, eyes looking straight ahead.
"Well, well... We can fulfill your wish right now." A voice cackled in front of her with a mixture of Bilgewater-ian and Ionian accent. The figure stepped in front of her view with a smirk placed on his face. It was a hulking man with ragged Ionian army clothes and countless battle scars. He has a black spiky hair, a red bandana around his forehead and vicious green eyes.
"Boss, this is the infamous Riven from the Crimson Elite..."
"Ah! What a pleasant surprise, Commander!" The man said, mocking a salute. "What brings you here to this secluded part of Ionia?" He asked. Riven was about to answer but the look on the man's face quickly changed, like how the tides changed at Coeur. "You came here to ravage our lands!" The man shouted in rage and punched Riven so hard that she was sent tumbling backwards.
She shakily stood up, wiping the blood on her face. She spit the blood in her mouth and stared at the man and his band of bandits. "What do you want?" She managed to ask.
"We want you to die. Is it that hard to do?"
"Well you can kill me... I don't care anymore." She responded. "I have nothing to fight for... I don't have a place to go anymore..."
The men were left silent. This woman is beyond broken. She already lost the will to live and the will to fight. She's just a woman who's soul is completely shattered beyond repair.
"Bring her to the hideout. We have a new toy worth playing." The man ordered as his companions moved in to grab a hold of Riven. That was the first time she felt dread washing over her but she didn't cared anymore. She got no strength left to fight these men, no strength to run, no strength to continue on living. Even if she does have a couple of strength to fight them off, a dull and broken blade won't do so much damage to these battle-hardened veterans like herself. "End it quickly." The exile muttered, a silent plea to these men.
"Whoa now." Their leader snickered, lifter her chin up so he can look into her eyes. "Can't have you dying on me. We will have so much fun you'll be glad that you were alive." There was that smirk that made her uneasy. Clearly he was talking about torturing her. But being the lump of shit she is right now, Riven couldn't care less. All she wanted right now is a nice long rest.
They stopped in front of an abandoned run-down shack on the outside but it looks hell on the inside. The inside of the shack was normal but they didn't stopped there. The leader of the bandits ordered his men to bring the ex-Commander down the basement which is where the magic happens.
The basement was large. It was filled with various torture instruments like wrenches, pliers, breast-rippers, thumbscrews, gallons of water, hextech tasers and all other stuff that will definitely catch your breath and wish that Riven isn't you. Said Noxian was strapped on a wooden chair with her hands and feet tied behind her and a blindfold over her eyes.
"This is going to be fun."
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