A/n hey all besides the fourth chapter of The Gravedigger's Journey I have here the beginning of a short series focused on mordekaiser since he got a pretty cool lore change on his story. It will be only a few chapters long focusing on various points of his initial undeath to his "end" which will most likely be headcanon. Enough talking and enjoy!

"All things must die… yet I live on…"

Finally they won. The coalition of armies had finally defeated a warlord who ruled half of the known continent in an iron fist. It had taken hundreds of men to exhaust him to be impaled and killed, yet in death he had laughed at them. The survivors of the battle took no worry for to them it was over and they could celebrate their victory. If they knew what they had done they would have run to the ends of the earth.

They had taken the body and armor of the warlord and tried to burn it. The body burned like dry wood until only charred bones remained but the massive spiked suit of armor was only blackened making it appear as if it was a phantom of the suit it was. After trying countless times to finish the burning to leave nothing but cinders and failing they dug a shallow grave for the warlord's body and covered it in a thin layer of dirt and all the men left for their respective camps. All blind to the horror they had the chance to stop.

The men ate and drank merrily with their comrades arm and arm, with leaders who before only worked together to get rid of the warlord singing off key together, and mounts and noble steeds chewing gratefully for a well earned rest. To these men all their troubles were over and could go home to see their families and all would be well. They would never see their families again in life or death.

When the sun fell and night began all the men were left in drunken stupor or a deep sleep. The sky was bare that night from stars, none shining down only leaving a single sliver of moon to give light down to the brown earth. All the fires had dimmed down to embers and cinders from no wood added to them for their night guard too was left drunk and stumbling. They would have gotten faster warning of their doom if the guards were not asleep.

It began with the first screams of agony. Some soldiers who were barely drunk enough to walk and think somewhat straight jumped and ran half armored and some without their trusty swords on their hip scrambling for some semblance of formation to defend themselves from whatever caused their comrades to scream. Through the darkness of the starless night they could only see a hulking mass walking slowly towards them with a solid Thunk-Thunk as it trudged forward.

What they saw horrified them. The figure was a suit of ghostly armor, blackened from fire with a black face with only red eyes, glowing with malice distinguishable, carrying a large spiked Morningstar with the name Nightfall inscribed on the handle with only one hand while it was slung over his shoulder as if it weighed nothing. The men only knew of one person who could ever wield a Morningstar of that size singlehanded; Mordekaiser, the warlord they had killed in battle. The unfortunate men who were closest to the warlord, rooted to the ground with fear were crushed by the gigantic weapon and crumpled down to the now bloody ground. This broke the spell of the rest of the men and they ran for their desperate hope of escape from the iron suit of armor. As they hopped over logs and attempted to run out of the campsite they were blocked by a line of soldiers wearing their armor and banners. They failed to notice in their panic the ghostly green glow they emitted. Every time they tried to get past the soldiers blocked them and pushed the frightened soldiers back into the camp towards the large undead warlord, they screamed and begged at the line to let them through but they did not respond as Mordekaiser walked closer and closer to them. Finally Mordekaiser caught up to the mean who scrambled for any kind of cover from the warlord. "You all thought it would be that easy to end me…" He began to tell them, "… You were wrong." And he raised a metal gauntlet towards the soldiers and the line broke up and lurched toward them weapons drawn to fight.

As the Iron Revenant watched on to the remaining soldiers slaughter by their dead comrades he chuckled, reveling the beginning of his revenge to his killers. The dead would become his new army, for now he would be able to not only regain his land but be able to rule the whole continent under his command.

These events would lead to centuries of rule by Mordekaiser until a massive army gathered once again to destroy him in his own citadel.

A/n I hope you enjoyed this first of 3 or 4 chapters of The Iron Revenant. Please leave a review about how you thought about it. If you haven't seen my A/n in chapter 4 of The Gravedigger's Journey I will try to have updates every other week. Also a note is I am looking for someone to pre read my works before release leave a message to me about it if your interested. Anyway I'm off and have a happy Halloween!