There was something peculiar about her; she listened and heeded to his words when others wouldn't. Her mind wasn't plagued and skewed by rumors... no, it was pure and uncontested. She was so… honest, deeply intrigued by his past. But… why? Why did she have to be the one to show concern for him when no one else dared to offer it?
No, it simply cannot be, he thought to himself as the boat had sailed on, leaving behind the continent of Valoran. Ionia would provide a place of comfort and peace.
She is only causing trouble for the both of us. Why he found her presence almost… intoxicating, he did not know. He often compared the color of her hair to the sand of the Shurima Desert, the place that was once his home. Her eyes the color of the oasis that he used to swim in, when he was still human… No. She only brought back unwanted and unneeded memories of his past life. The Void was his life now; it was his fate. He could not let anything, not even a simple mortal woman, get in his way with her damned emotions. With her damned happiness. With her damned willingness to see the best in everyone, including those who did not deserve it. He had found his purpose - shame that she was not part of it.
Attachment to this mortal would be fatal.
She will be an essential part of the oncoming battle, he mused. Lux would only provide a catalyst of what was to come. That is, if she remained in favor of him.
The Demacian wanted so badly to reach his human side, but that was not love. That was not even close to the definition. Rather, they shared a skewed relationship - both trying to change each other to fit into the molds of their separate reputable lives.
He needed time to think his plot through. Lux would only prove to be a distraction and only worse if she actually achieved her way with him. He was already straying from his goals and what the Void wanted, away from what their future comprised of. He would be the overlord; he would rule over the ruins.
But the deeper into the valley I lead her… the harder it will be for her to back out. At this point, I either show the world that I am not that bad of a person, which is a façade of course, or her Demacian friends will be driven to a fever pitch of frothing anger and disbelief. What is more important to her at this point? That which she wants to hold onto, or that which she desires? Once at this point my mission is all but complete.
The Seer clenched his fists together, almost chuckling to himself beneath the scarf that covered his mouth.
Poor Lux, you have blinded yourself with your own light.
