The darkest of emotions arose from the brightest of intentions.
The conceptual dreams of children to lead their countries are merely foreshadowings of what many feared rulers and conquerors eventually become. The desire to control man rested deep within oneself. Whether it be to conquer oneself or others, the desire to control always had the potential to disperse and transform into the darkest dreams. Such dreams are not wrong to the dreamers, and the children who get lost while walking toward their dreams turn into something devastating. Something cruel. Something supposedly morally evil, but logically correct.
The heroes of such dark ages are evil in their own ways, for they seek to destroy the dreams of those despised by society. They were solidified forms of hypocrisy, seeking to selfishly favor a view that they believe in. And this particular situation is technically wrong, but cannot be stopped. Thus, it is believed that there are always factions between heroes, villains of society, and pure evil.
Ironically, the most honest of them lie within the evilest of creatures. Evil is a term that labeled those who were willing to follow what they truly desired. Pure innocence only came from perfect beings; beings mankind could not possibly comprehend. "Losing innocence" is a frequently misunderstood phrase, for to lose one's innocence means that the particular person taken into consideration was once a flawless being. Mankind could never give birth to a flawless moral, therefore rendering them to be unable to gain a flawless world. After all, a single flaw ruins the entire quality of perfection.
Runeterra was an unforgiving world to live in, and emphasized the lack of honesty that people had. There were enormously influential city-states such as Demacia and Noxus, and smaller island states like Ionia and Bilgewater. In each and every single location filled with people, treachery existed. No flawless honor was always upheld, and not all tyrants stopped ruling without being slain. Countless of sins became a natural part of people's lives, and I could understand that.
On a snowy, unforgiving day, I walked aimlessly: plotting, scheming, and thinking. A colorful plethora of thoughts swirled behind the mask of lies I wore. The life I lived had always been pleasant, but an unfortunate "accident" got me killed before I received the honor of serving the Institute of War among the Council of Justice. Saying it was an accident quite obviously had signs of lies behind it, but it according to the man who steadily opened my heart out in a dark room, it was an accident.
I am a summoner of the Shadow Isles.
I never held any hopes of throwing revenge at my murderer's face, for someone had already done the job for me in my stead. But I eventually found myself looking forward to pursuing a new goal. I looked forward to pursing a goal where I would childishly rule over all of Runeterra. I looked forward to rising to the top once more, and rule over what I believed to become when I was a mortal child.
A ruler.
I do not have a name. And in three years, I will overthrow the Institute of War and create a new utopia, where mankind no longer exists. Fragments of humans would remind the new chosen people of the world of terrible mistakes that had once been made. I will become a hypocrite to achieve my dreams.
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Long live the Shadow Isles.
Long live the brightest of all.
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Author's Notes
This was actually the intro to the first concept of my current on-going comedy fic, Steel Revolution. I just decided to upload this because I got bored.