Dead Silent

The end had come for him, he knew it the moment the giant sea beast sank his teeth into his flesh. Water turned red as his guts spilled out of his body into the murky waters of Bilgewater, as his consciousness left him, the poor man prayed that Ilaoi was right and that the bearded lady would save his soul and yet when his eyes finally closed for the last time in the mortal world he was greeted with a grey plane and a giant castle nearby, this grey and green field extended as far as his eyes could see, he felt himself drift away into the darkness but something caught him. A giant of a man stood before him, eclipsing him "You were about to fade, you are weak" the booming voice told him making him take a step back.

"But no matter, even you can serve me" a giant mace materialized in the hand of the giant, seeing what was coming the man fell to his knees and begged "Please don't! I will do anything!"

"Do not worry, I am sparing you" he said as his mace slammed down into him destroying his essence and transforming it into something new. "Sparing you of becoming nothing" Mordekaiser said to himself as he moved back towards his castle throwing the essence into his well of souls, he usually had his servants collect the souls for him but not today he personally recollected this one for this was the last piece he needed to complete his new project "Marvelous" he said as he admired the gate he had opened. A mirror into reality that would allow him to prepare his armies for the battle to come, he would once again walk among the living and claim all that was rightfully his, both the living and the dead would bow to him. But now was not the time, he did not conquer the world twice by being inpatient so for now he would simply entertain himself with what was happening in the mortal world, he first thing he desired to see was his empire, the one he had built for his return. The gigantic structure brought a smile to his nonexistent lips as he admired the black fortress, his invasion would begin there in HIS Immortal Bastion it was now occupied by the witch Le Blanc and her Black Rose followers but he cared little for them, they thought that he had been defeated and his soul finally banished, he chuckled as he imagined the face that Le Blanc would make if she found out that her machinations had all been not only discovered but incorporated into his master plan, but she had killed him in a sense and just for that the Pale Lady would be the first one to die as soon as he returned from his work in the afterlife. Mordekaiser looked at the immortal bastion up and down and raised an eyebrow, Vladimir still lived but that was no surprise he was resilient and adaptable but what bothered the master of metal was that he was living in what once was the mansion he had gifted his wives. Mordekaiser reclined on his throne and pondered, he had collected many souls and made them serve him but what about what he left behind on the living world, did his blood still live? He had cared little for his children and wives on his first life they did no appease the gods or so he thought on his second life there was no life in his body only determination, but he did allow some of the family he once had to live near him as mercy, they shared his blood but he was deeply disgusted by them. Leeches living of his name, he spared no thought to them once he returned to the afterlife. But now he wondered if someone of his blood had managed to achieve something, maybe he would spare them in the war to come.

He cast a spell on the mirror to search for his blood and was met by one weak soul coming back to him, an echo of his might. Mordekaiser gritted his teeth.

There was only one person of his bloodline remaining, in a land far from Noxus. Enraged he made the mirror find the person that had his blood, he would kill them only because they brought disgrace to his memory. The mirror turned black as it struggled to find the person but Mordekaiser infused it with more power. He could spare some of his own strength, the dead were abundant.

A freckled face, brown hair and a worried face met him, Mordekaiser raised an eyebrow. This young girl was the last descendant of The Iron Revenant? She looked puny and poor, her clothes covered in mud and her boots well worn. She had none of the traits that he once had when he was alive, he had dark hair that matched his eyes and the barbarians that raised had made sure that he understood the importance of strength.

She disappointed him, she barely could get around this pitiful looking city, but he could hardly blame her all that white and blue would get on his nerves too. She was approaching what looked like to be a military building and walked up to the main desk "H-hello"

The guard looked up to her with a frown "If you are looking for a hero scram it kid, this a recruitment building"

"O-oh no actually… I'm here to enlist" she said with a small smile making the guard shake his head "Sure why not, we could use more people on watch I guess, name"

"Cithria, Cithria of Cloudfield"

Ah so she did have some backbone in her after all, a soldier was a good way to start until she could conquer a small town.

"And why do you want to join the Demacian Military"

"I want to be a hero!" she said with a big smile.

"A hero? Heh whatever you say kid, but we cant all be a Crowngard" he soldier replied and Mordekaiser found himself laughing. How naïve and childish, heroes didn't exist just like gods didn't exist the only heroes where dead and they had become building blocks for his city. No matter he thought to himself, he would let the child be, maybe he would spare him because she amused him.

Just as Mordekaiser was about to return to his duties he heard a faint melody, a sound like no other I wasn't the drums of war nor the trumpets of victory, this was a soft melody one filled with soul. Mordekaiser looked back at the mirror and to his surprise neither his descendant nor the guard seemed to notice this song. His curiosity grew and he started to search for it but he knew that his time was short here, soon enough his ability to pear into the mortal world would cease until he could gather more souls, but until then he followed the sound.

Mordekaiser arrived at a fancy castle and as he did the music grew louder, there in the courtyard was a woman one whose fingers moved with grace across the bizarre instrument that he didn't recognize, it made him long for something he didn't understand, brought sadness from his harden soul.

His time was up, with his last remaining strength he linked himself to his descendant and then the mirror shattered falling to pieces on the ground. Mordekaiser noticed how quiet his kingdom had become and with a frown he made his way towards his balcony, nothing but grey rocks stood before him and the howls of the dead drowned out any noise.

Maybe there was some worth in making another mirror.

A/N: I hope you like this new story of mine, see you around!