It was a dark evening in Noxus as the skies were painted in dark red. Large black smokes engulfed most of the empire as it came from the heavy and wrecked machineries they used for their war. It was a huge defeat for them after their invasion in Ionia as they lost more than half of their soldiers. However, the Noxians were in laughing in joy, knowing that they severely damaged the First Lands and changed it forever. They heard news and rumors that the great massacre they inflicted upon the millions in Ionia traumatized them, creating multiple different small factions and revolutions in their lands. As the people of the cruel and fearsome empire were celebrating and having hundreds of parties of feasts and boozes, not all were kicking back their feet and enjoying the events. For Noxus, today wasn't only the day to celebrate their half victory, but it was also the day for the empire to receive a new reformation. Today marked the end to the empire's cruel methods and the birth of something great and forever changing.

During the night of that same day, there was a group of Noxians that sneaked around the heart of empire's were the throne was located in. In that band of rebels, the leader was a old and crippled, marching into the empire's throne.

The tall crippled man was in his late 50's as he had long grey hair that lengthened down to his shoulders, covering his ears. He had black eyes, large black eyebrows, a damaged nose and a large forehead. He wore an immense and more rectangular shape black coat, extending to his high black boots while also having a sizable diamond shaped collar that reached his shoulders as it was bended horizontally. Underneath his back collar was two dark silver plates with various line designs. Under those silver plates were four dark and rectangular silver pieces on each side, hanging on his back collar as they looked like the wings of a crow. In the center of the silver decoration was a dark silver bone face shape with a long pointy nose. There was also a v-cut in the lower center of his coat. He wore his coat on his shoulders as its sleeves were floating at the air. He also wore a dark uniform and a grey belt with a armor plate on his upper body. Finally, his arms were different from each other as his left arm was glowing blood red, having a demonic claw instead of a hand that resembled to a claw of a crow.

That man was Jericho Swain, a man who was betrayed by the empire he served in and was left to rot in the battlefield by them. He was also stripped away from his military commander title for being a disabled person. He later came back, reborn with a powerful demon in his grasp and filled with ambitions, marching towards the throne with one goal in mind: To kill the current general of Noxus as revenge and seize his title so he could shape Noxus into his will.

As he made walked towards his enemy, he found himself standing in front of a large gate were two guards, fully equipped with armor and armed with a long double edge spear, guarding the entrance.

"Intruder!" shouted the guard in the left as he pointed his weapon at Swain. "Surrender now or die!"

Swain grinned as he looked at the guards, continuing to march forward like they weren't there. The two guards then halted him, approaching their spear close to his face.

"Ahahah! I guess you have a death wish, crippled old man! " the guard in the right laughed at the crippled man, feeling confident that him and his ally would easily kill him as his friend also laughed. Unfortunately for them, they didn't knew that Swain wasn't just an ordinary old man.

Swain swooped the left guard's neck with his demonic hand, choking the poor man with inhuman strength as he lifted him in the air, forcing the guard the drop his weapon. The other guard could hear bones being crushed in pieces, prompting him to thrust his spear at the tall man, but the right guard stopped his attack as he saw a burst of red lightning jolting from the hostile man's claw.

"Wait...please...stoAAAAAAAAHHHHHH" the unfortunate guard screamed in pain as he felt like his entire body was burning in the heat of the sun.

Red beams of light shot from his eyes and mouth as he yelled. His skin then became glowing red as his armor and clothes were vaporising. The other guard was terrified for his life at the sight of his friend's agonizing demise, dropping his spear and running away from the crippled man. Swain dropped the burnt corpse that seemed to longer have eyes and organs in his body as its fall made a faint and squishy sound. He then glanced at the coward soldier, chuckling as he saw that the guard was filled with fear.

"Pffftt. They think they have won? Pathetic." Swain said, holding his demonic arm at the running soldier. With one small lift of his claw, he formed a immense red energy mist on top of the running man. The guard stopped his movement and looked above him, staring at the demonic eye. A red ring formed on the floor and around the unaware soldier. Then, Swain clutched his claws, causing the spell he casted to explode, instantly vaporising the guard. Only a shard of his left metal shoulder pad was left, rolling on the ground.

"At least he had the decency to fear me." Swain said to himself as he walked at the black gate. He placed his red arm on the gate, creating red jolts around the gate. Then a loud explosion followed, blowing the doors off as they crashed down on the floor.

As Swain entered the colossal room, walking down the long red carpet, he saw multiple red banners with the Noxus symbol on it, all hanged on the grey brick walls. The symbol shaped like an axe while also seemed to be the face of a skinless beast. He also saw a tall golden throne with a old man sitting on it.

The sitting man was in his early 50's, having long brown beard and brown hair. He had brown eyes, a large nose, wide lips and long brown eyebrows. He wasn't prestigiously well dressed as he wore a grey coat cape, an inner red outfit, ordinary brown boots and grey pants. The man in the throne stood up, smiling at Swain.

"Look at you, Jericho Swain!" the man said, grinning at him.

"Boram Darkwill. Your legacy ends now." Swain said as he continued to walk towards him.

Darkwill immediately pulled a silver six gauge revolver from his right pocket, pointing it with his right hand at the intruder. He then pulled the trigger six times in quick successions, shooting all bullets at him, but Swain reacted at the first shot and raised his demonic arm, shooting out from his claws six bolts of red lightning at the lethal projectiles, vaporising them in a instant. The evil bolts continued their path at the general, in which Darkwill dodged as he leaped behind his golden chair to take cover. The throne then shattered in half from the bolts as smokes appeared on it, leaving Darkwill vulnerable.

"You can sit on a throne but that doesn't make you a ruler, Darkwill." Swain said as he walked at the vulnerable general. "You're just a man with a feeble ambition, only wanting recognition across Runeterra."

"I will not let a crippled man like you get in my way." Darkwill said as he stood up from his cover, looking at the old man. "You are betraying Noxus!"

"You mean your puny Noxus? Noxus isn't in its glory because of your weak mindset. I will make Noxus an empire with no weaklings that will triumph over all others." Swain explained to Darkwill, pointing his claws at him.

As he prepared to fire an energy blast attack at Darkwill, charging up his claws with magical lightning, he noticed that Darkwill was still smiling at him. He found it strange as he was about to kill him and yet, he was still smiling. Swain then canceled his channel, lowering his glowing red arm. He quickly glanced around him to check if there was any other intruders in the room.

"What's your secret plan, Darkwill?" Swain smiled at him, confident that any of Darkwill's escape plans wouldn't work on him. "There's nothing that you have that can beat me."

"Oh really? I had a strong suspicion that you might comeback for revenge with a powerful tool on your side. So I brought mine." Darkwill said as he looked at a door behind him at his right side.

"Tsk. I brought a demon. The only thing you can bring are armies of soldiers." Swain said, keeping his guard up as he knew that anything was possible after Darkwill revealed to him that he's aware of his plan to assassinate him.

"Soldiers? Nonsense. I will bring you a monster who's also a killer." Darkwill said as he confidently smiled. "Reveal yourself, Noxus's greatest masterpiece and my successor!"

The backdoors suddenly opened, a male person entered the throne room walking towards Swain. It wasn't a man nor a old man who entered, but it was a child.

The boy was thirteen years old, roughly at the height of Swain's upper hips. He didn't wear a shirt but wore black jeans and black shoes. The boy wasn't a normal teenager as his body features were completely different from a ordinary one. His entire skin was completely painted in pure white colour. His mid fade style hair, his normal size eyebrows, his lips and his eyelashes was also the same color as his skin. The boy's entire eyes were completely black except his irises which were glowing dark yellow. He had a assassin dagger on each of his hands, which were also the same colour as his skin. Finally, on the boy's back, there was a double-edged broadsword with an extremely large rectangular body, almost the length and size of the boy's body. The immense weapon pointed downward, revealing its two handed handle. There wasn't any decorations or motifs on the giant sword. The entire weapon was also the same colour as the boy's skin just like his daggers.

The boy stood in front of Swain, ten meters from each other. He smiled crazily, showing off his pointy and bright white teeth.

"Really Darkwill? You brought a boy?" Swain said as he wasn't expecting the Noxian general to bring a teen to protect him.

"Ahaha! He's no ordinary boy Jericho. He doesn't even compare any other children or men." Darkwill laughed, feeling over confident that the weapon he brought will defeat Swain. "He's far worst than any mages or demons."

"We shall see Darkwill. I'll make sure to dispose whatever is that thing you claim him to be." Swain said, clenching his demonic claw in the air as he prepared to face the boy.

"I'm not a thing you know." the child said with a demonic voice. "I'm a boy who killed millions!"

"Your voice, you can't be a real boy." Swain said to the child. "What are you exactly? "

"Oh sorry. Where are my manners. The name's Mathusan but you can call me Mat and I'm a half-mage. But now the people just call me a monster and a killer." the boy introduced himself, taking four steps forward.

"So you're just a child who claims to be a monster?" Swain said, taking two step forward while charging up his demonic claws.

"And a killer too. Don't forget that." the boy said, reverse gripping his daggers in his hands as he slowly approached the tall man. "There's a difference between a monster and a killer. I am both of them."

"It doesn't change the fact that I will crush you like all men that stood in my way." Swain said, halting his movement as the boy also halted his movement.

The child then took a brief moment to look at Swain, staring carefully at his demonic arm before staring at his eyes.

"What is it boy? Are you already feeling fear by the sight of my hand?" Swain mocked him, waving his demonic claw at him.

"Fear? I have known fear better than anyone. It's what I give to everyone when they see my face before they feel the cold touch of my blades." Mat said, throwing his daggers at Swain in a instant with amazing speed and force.

Swain reacted to the first dagger, destroying the first one by releasing a burst of red burning bolt at the flying weapon, vaporizing both the dagger and his magical attack. Due to his crippled body, he then barely reacted in time the boy's second attack, moving his head to the left as the dagger barely hit him, shaving a small line in his right cheek. Swain's lightly injured cheek bled a couple of blood drops, which surprised the old man.

"You're too slow, Jericho Swain. You may want to use your pet Raum, The Demon of Secrets, at is full power to defeat me!" Mat said, smiling intensely at Swain.

Swain was then surprised once more by the boy's words. He didn't expected him to know the type of demon he wielded or even know the name of his demon.

"You're well informed boy. You must be part of the Black Rose to know such information." Swain said.

"What's the Black Rose? Is that some sort of flower that you like?" Mat said as he didn't knew what Swain said.

"It's a secret cabal that is secretly hiding in Noxus. A cabal that I'm planning to destroy and everyone who for it." Swain said.

"Look birdman, I don't know what the actual fuck you're talking about." the boy said in frustation as he had a thirst to kill.

"You don't know about...nevermind that." Swain said, finding strange that the boy knew a key information about his power. He also found strange that the boy called him a birdman even though he never revealed his raven wings.

Swain decided to kill the boy as he raised his demonic arm, creating a red eldritch wave, shaped like a demonic claw, on the ground behind the boy. He then pulled his left arm backwards, pulling the wave back at him as it was going to collide the boy. The boy sensed the evil force, raising his right arm behind him, waiting for Swain's attack to hit him.

Swain was intrigued at first by his sudden movement. He knew that any person will just immediately die from his attack. He knew that if anyone sensed his attack, they would have dodged by now. But instead, the boy just simply raised his right arm, smiling crazily at him. Swain thought that he was planning something and before his dark magical wave hit the boy, he waved his demonic arm to his right, shifting the path of his demonic attack to avoid hitting the boy. The red wave then vanished as it traveled for a couple of feet.

"You know I could just be bluffing." Mat said, pulling his right arm back to his hip.

"You may be capable of bluffing but I know you didn't bluff." Swain said as he was intrigued by the boy. "You must have a secret power that I'm not aware of."

"Or I could be just be a really smart boy with inhuman strength and reflexes." Mat said as he placed his right foot in front of him, slightly bending his back.

"You could be but you're hiding your secrets just like other men do." Swain said as he raised his demonic claws.

"Enough with the chit chat. Time for me to get a nice and bloody chicken meal!" the boy yelled, ninja running at the old man with incredible speed.

Swain put his guard up, unsure if he should attack him as he still didn't knew if Mat had one or more hidden powers. The tall man then took a quick breath and closed his eyes. He felt the ground, the air and the gravity around him suddenly vanished. He was engulfed into nothingness as he felt nothing around him, almost floating in space. He then opened his eyes as he irises glowed red.

He found himself in a side view of three figures: Boram Darkwill, Mat and himself. He watched the boy rushing towards the copy of himself as the other Swain charged up his claws, creating red bolts around his fiendish fingers. The fake Swain then shot a red evil energy blast at the running boy. The boy then immediately reacted, putting his right arm up as he kept running, colliding his hand with the devilish attack. His magic attack should have vaporised him just what he did with the unfortunate guards but instead, it slowly and completely vanished, leaving the unscathed boy running at the fake old man. The boy's right arm glowed deep red, slowly turning into a demonic arm, identical to Swain's left arm. The boy then leaped on the false man, swinging his upgraded arm at him. The false man then blocked his attack with his left arm, holding the boy's glowing limb. He tried to hold off his sheer strength but he soon felt his devil power rapidly depleting. The fake Swain then fell on the ground as his left arm no longer existed. The boy then laughed in joy as a pair of large black raven wings sprouted from his back, gently levitating himself in the air. The boy's normal arm became the same as his demonic arm.

Then, a sudden red flare blinded the real Swain, opening his normal eyes once more as he found himself back to the same room he was in. He saw Mat running towards him with a crazy smile on his face.

"So that's his power." Swain thought to himself as he was amazed that Boram Darkwill could find a person with an ability that could stop him. Swain then raised his demonic arm as he charged up red bolts around his claws, certain what the boy was going to do.

Unexpectedly for him, Mat instantly pulled his giant sword from his back with his right hand. He then quickly threw his weapon with one heavy swing, flying it at Swain.

"What!?" Swain shouted as he swiftly sprouted a pair of immense black raven wings on his back and out of his coat. His entire eyes glowed completely red and a ring of red energy formed around him as red bolts shot from his body. He then flew up in the air, dodging the boy's propelling weapon. Mat then ran towards his sword that was stuck on the floor.

"You have more secrets that I'm not aware of, boy." Swain said as he descend down, floating slightly above the floor.

"Hehehe. Indeed I have." Mat chuckled as he picked up his sword with his right hand. "You know, just flying around won't get you anywhere. So how about we play a game?"

"A game? I'm pretty sure that we each are already playing a different game." Swain said as he landed on the ground.

"The game is pretty simple. Whoever can kill the other wins. It's just that easy." Mat explained as he walked towards the old man.

Swain saw the boy approaching him, quickly returning to normal as the boy approached close to his vaporising ring barrier.

"Why did you return to your normal self instead of staying in your powerful bird form?" Mat said as he stopped his movement, now a few meters away from him.

"I know you can absorb magic. I'm quite surprised that such ability exist in a person." Swain replied to the boy.

"You see Jericho! You can't beat him!" Darkwill joyfully shouted, sitting the damaged throne as he was amazed at the show between Swain and Mat. "You've brought a demon, I've brought a monster and killer."

"What you have brought claimed to be smart but I will prove you that he's just a boy that was raised with no intelligence." the tall man said, clenching his claws.

"Alright then birdman, prove it to me." the boy said, rushing towards Swain as he prepared to attack with his massive sword.

Swain knew that he couldn't do much as his human strength and speed were no match against Mat. He knew that he couldn't use his dark magic or the boy would simply absorb it. He also knew that he couldn't let him touch any part of his body or his demon powers will completely vanish. Swain decided to play defensive as he thought of a plan, keeping his arms inside his coat. He then concentrated on his demon arm, feeling surges of red energy coursing through his veins and body. His wounded cheek was healed.

"I'm forced to use this. Even though I hate it, I have no other choice." Swain thought to himself as he felt he could move at incredible speed like his body was young and healthy again.

The boy vertically swung his giant sword at Swain with only his right hand, but Swain immediately dodged by jumping backwards at inhuman speed. The boy then quickly rushed at him, sending a barrage of swings coming from all directions at the enhanced man, but the man evaded every of his attacks by moving from every fast swing. As Mat continued to attack, the tall man found himself cornered in a wall. Mat then thrusted his sword at him but Swain managed to escape as he jumped off from the wall, performing a double front flip over the boy as he increased the distance between him and his enemy, landing safely on the ground. He then quickly turned around, only to see a rushing Mat who was very close to him as he swung his sword downwards. Swain quickly moved but didn't manage to dodge his attack as Mat landed a large cut on Swain's right leg, causing him to grunt in pain as he fell on his back. He felt the painful wound burning hotter as he rapidly stood up on his knees.

"Die birdman!" Mat shouted as he swung his weapon at Swain's heart while he smiled intensely.

Swain didn't gave up as he knew he couldn't give up just yet. He came here for a reason and knew that he must achieve his goal or everything he did will be wasted for nothing. The tall man raised his right arm, blocking the lethal attack as he gripped at the sword. He felt the metal sharp blade slowly piercing his hand as Mat pushed his sword with his strength. Swain firmly held his weapon as he prepared to send a bolt of magical energy at the boy, gambling that Mat could only absorb his attack with his hands. The boy then decided to choke the injured man as he firmly gripped his neck with his left hand.

"You forgot about my left hand Swain." Mat said as he smiled intensely at Swain, tightening his grip on him.

Swain began to feel his dark magic slowly dissipating as Mat absorbed it. Mat's hand began to glow sparkling red as the magical energy was coursing in his veins.

"IT'S OVER JERICHO! I HAVE WON! I HAVE WON!" Boram Darkwill shouted in joy as he jumped off from his throne. "I HOPE YOU LEARNED THAT I'M THE BETTER GENERAL! SO DIE!"

"Any man that must say they are winning is not truly winning." Swain said as he smiled even when he's pinned down.

He glanced his eyes to the left, seeing the second dagger that Mat threw at him a few moments ago. Swain immediately grabbed the dagger with his demonic claws and quickly thrusted it with brute power in the boy's heart.

"..Damn...you...Jericho...Swain..." Mat stumbled on his words, dropping his weapon and releasing his grip on Swain.

Blood poured heavily from the boy's middle chest as he walked backwards, trying to catch his breath as he pulled the dagger out from his chest. He then fell on the ground, dropping the small weapon as he felt his breath completely cut off. A red puddle formed underneath the boy's corpse, painting his body in several patterns of blood red.

"It's over Darkwill. I've bested you're successor." Swain said as he stood up on his feet, healing his large wounds with his demon powers. Swain then silenced his power boost as the glowing red light emitted from his skin vanished.

"Are you sure about that Jericho?" Darkwill said as he smiled, thinking to himself that he was winning.

"I don't understand why you're stil-WHAT THE HELL!?" Swain yelled as he was interrupted by the boy who jumped at him with his right hand closely landing on his head. Swain held down the boy's right arm with his demonic arm as the boy's right hand was glowing bright white.

"The small magic that I absorbed from you is enough for me to heal my lethal wound." Mat said, still tainted in his own blood while the wound on his chest was gone. "Let me reveal you the truth of your poisonous power!"

"I'm sorry boy but I have already won." Swain said as he easily pushed back Mat's arm with the strength of his demonic arm, placing his glowing white hand on the boy's head.

As Swain held his hand down, the boy began to yell in pain as his eyes shot beams of white light. The tall man quickly released his grip on the boy, leaving the boy screaming in pain as he felt an agonizing headache, dropping on his knees. His hand and eyes returned to normal but the mental pain remained still. Mat covered his ears with his hands as he began to hear voices and sounds in his mind.

*Crying noises*

Kill them all and look for the boy!

*Burning sounds*

Now you serve for Boram Darkwill!

Now you serve for NOXUS!!!

*Please have mercy! *Crying* Please!

*Slicing sounds*

ARGH! AHHHHH! AHHHH!

*Flesh sliced and chopped in pieces noises*

Please have mercy! Plea-AHHHHHH!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOXUS WILL RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSEEEEE AND BECOME THE WORLD'S EMPIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRE HAHAHAHAHAHA

The boy stop yelling as the pain faded away. He could still hear the sounds of flesh being sliced, chopped and trusted in several pieces as he also heard the sound of blood pouring out everywhere on the ground. He could still hear buildings collapsing and burning. He also heard the tears and the screams of mercy of people being tortured and killed in the worst way possible.

"It's over. I have won Darkwill." Swain said as he picked the bloodied dagger with his right hand. He then approached towards the boy, preparing to stab him in his head.

Swain noticed Darkwill was trembling furiously in fear.

"You should have feared me a long time ago, Darkwill." Swain mocked him as he raised his demonic arm, creating a large glowing and demonic eye on the backdoor, blocking Darkwill's only exit.

As Swain firmly gripped the weapon, he noticed that the boy wasn't looking at him. He was instead staring at the Noxian General. He also noticed that Mat's hair was now black. The tall man was intrigued by it and decided to hold his deadly attack, moving at the right side of the boy.

"What?" Swain gasped as he saw Mat's entire skin color was now light brown and his human black eyes were normal.

He then quickly looked up as he saw Boram Darkwill running towards to front gate even though it was a suicide run as Swain could easily kill him from a distance.

The tall man dropped the red painted dagger, quickly raising his demon arm at the coward man. As he charged a finishing dark magical burst, the boy grabbed his broadsword with his left hand, speedily throwing it like a boomerang with full force at the running Darkwill, chopping off his two knee joints. The general then fell on the floor, bleeding out a river of blood from his amputated legs.

"AAAAHHHHHRRRRGG! My legs! AAAAAHHH!" Boram yelled in agony as the burning pain in his legs felt like they were bathed in the sun.

Swain was surprised from the boy's attack as he dropped his own attack.

"Ahahaha! Ahahahaha! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Swain manically laughed at the fallen enemy, crying out a tear of joy from his right eye as it was so funny for him to see Darkwill's upcoming successor betraying him. "Look at you Darkwill! Your own secret weapon that you were going to give him your title has betrayed you! AHAHAHAH!"

As Swain continued to laugh, Mat grabbed the bloody dagger with his left hand. Swain noticed it but decided to let the boy finish the job. As the boy slowly approached Darkwill, Swain could see Mat's face. His eyes seemed soulless and his face showed no emotions. The way he walked seemed to show that he was a just a completely empty vessel.

"Please! I-I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!" Darkwill begged to the boy as he stared at his emotionless eyes while he was immobile on the ground.

"Your outcome was decided when you brought me armies of suffering and pain. Now I will bring you a monster...and a killer." Mat said, plunging his dagger at Darkwill's left shoulder. Darkwill then yelled in pain as he felt the sharp metal piercing through his shoulder.

"PLEASE! STOP!...Argh! I-I can make you rich...I can make you more powerful...I can give you everything." Darkwill begged to the boy to not kill him but Mat wasn't going to kill him yet. He wanted to inflict him a great agony to him.

Mat slightly lifted his weapon, slowly descending it to his left arm. As his skin opened, blood flushing out from his left limb, Darkwill felt the pain exponentially and terribly growing more, shouting his lungs out as he could no longer feel his left side. Darkwill swung his other arm at the boy, but Mat quickly blocked it by stomping it with his right feet, slowly crushing it as Darkwill yelled once more in pain. Mat then pulled out his weapon and plunged it at his other shoulder, slowly carving out his right side as the red flood gushed out from the damaged body. As Darkwill's scream echoed out of the throne room, Swain stood still, watching his enemy's cruel demise. He thought of the words that boy said before he began his bloody art, wondering that the boy could have been a regular child that was kidnapped and tortured for something valuable he possessed. He knew that the boy's magic absorption ability wasn't the reason that Darkwill kidnapped the boy. He knew that it had to do with his knowledge on The Demon of Secrets and his glowing white hand.

Suddenly, the sounds of pain vanished as the huge lake of blood streamed around the floor, touching Swain's boots.

"And that's how we slaughter a swine." Mat said as walked away from the corpse, walking towards the throne. He then stabbed the golden chair with the bloody dagger and sat down on the floor. His painted hands were dripping.

Swain could see Darkwill's dead corpse. It was heavily carved out and had many open wounds, the skin was partially shredded. His clothes and body was spurting out gallons of red liquid like a calm river. The eyes were completely destroyed as they had multiple cuts. His neck was sliced open and his throat was heavily pierced.

The tall man glanced at the boy, unflinched by the horrible decorated corpse. He then approached at the boy, mentally shocked on what Mat did to the unfortunate soul. Swain crouched, staring at the boy's soulless eyes and emotionless expression.

"Show me what happened." Swain said to the boy.

The boy glanced at him, staring at his eyes. Words began to appear around Swain's body as Mat could read them.

Jericho Swain will not harm you. He wants to know the truth about what happened to you.

Mat lifted his right hand, glowing it in bright white light as he could sense that Swain wasn't showing any signs of hatred or violence towards him. He gently approached his glowing hand on Swain's head, which Swain let him as he knew that the boy wasn't going to harm him.

The boy placed his shining hand on Swain's forehead. Beams of white light shot out from old man's eyes but he felt no pain. Swain began to hear people screaming in pain and buildings crashing down. He could see a younger version of Mat standing on the ground, crying as he witnessed the slaughter of hundreds by the hands of Noxian soldiers. Then, another flashback appeared as a white flare blinded him. He then opened his eyes, only to see the child being tortured by different whips and blades. He was even tortured by the black magic of a pale woman that Swain recognised. Finally, another white flare blinded him, opening his eyes once more. He could see Ionia's lands as he remembered it from his last encounter with the place. He then saw the boy once more but only this time, he was in his demonic white form. He saw that Mat was killing and torturing thousands of people, even millions as Swain could see everywhere around him piles of bleeding corpse.

"Their agony, their despair, their fear, their blood. It all brings joy to my heart!" the crazed boy said as he faced the tall man. "Hehehe...hehehehe...HEHEHEHEHEHE!...HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!"

A final white flare blinded him, opening his eyes as he saw that he was back at the throne room. The boy withdrew his glowing hand, turning it back to normal as Swain's eyes ceased to beamed out bright light waves. Swain now understood everything. He now knew what happened to the boy. He knew that the Black Rose, the cabal that he swore he was going to destroy, was responsible for the boy's grand tragedy. He felt anger and rage coursing through his veins, firmly clenching his claws as he wanted to kill the Black Rose so badly after what they have done to the poor boy.

Warm tears began to drop from the boy's eyes, crying in sadness as he visualized everything of his dark past in his mind.

Swain wasn't sure what to do with the boy as he did tried to kill him. He raised his demon hand, gently placing it on Mat's head. He then slowly pulled the boy to his shoulder, embracing him as he comforted him, softly brushing his hair. Swain felt the boy's tears drenching his coat but he seemed to not care.

"It's over, my boy." Swain whispered softly to him, soothing the boy's stress. "It's over...I will raise you to be...a better person."

And Swain did what he said to Mat. For over three years, the new general of Noxus raised the boy, teaching him everything he knew and everything the boy needed to know. During those years, Swain slowly began to feel affection for the boy, turning into a soft person whenever he was next to him. And at the end of the third year of parenting, in which the boy turned sixteen, he proudly called Mat his own son as he could see his body was filled with a determined soul. And the grown up boy called Swain not only his savior but also his own father.

But during that same day, Swain couldn't keep the boy as Mat's emotions and mind were very unstable, meaning he could still be a threat to anyone, including to himself. So, Swain told the boy to leave and go to Ionia were he could find balance with his body, mind, spirit and powers. But he also told him that he should never comeback to Noxus as he told him that he raised him to be a better person, not a true Noxian. Mat cried as he didn't want to leave the person he cared for, but Swain highly advised him that it was for his own good.

The grown up boy followed his foster father's advice and left Noxus with some Ionian currency and gold so he wasn't going in the First Lands broke. He wore a black coat and a black fedora hat that he received as gifts from Swain at his sixteen birthday.

After he waved his goodbyes, Mat walked out the gates of Noxus, having a body of a soon adult and the mind of a good man.

As he watched him walking towards his new path, Swain could see the boy slowly disappearing into the evening horizon before he could no longer see him.

"Have a safe travel to your path, my son." Swain said, seemingly saying at Mat even though he couldn't see him.

Heavy tears shed from the Grand Noxian General as he turned around, walking back to his empire.

He couldn't tell if the tears were of happiness or sadness.