Listen up folks, I'm gonna answer this right here and now before it comes out: Yes, Aatrox seems 'softer' at this moment. I want to point out my reasoning before anyone gets salty - In this timeline, he is much older than he is in normal LoL Lore. Like, many MANY thousands of years. Potentially he's destroyed the universe before, who knows? Either way, he can't accomplish his ultimate goal, so he's doing things a little different.

But I CAN promise the brutality WILL come. Death will be wrought and some poor assholes are going to be torn apart. It WILL happen. I promise.

Asia rested on her knees in stunned disbelief. Issei, or whatever it's name was now, had casually explained that the boy she thought she could have loved was gone. In a cruel twist of fate his body, looking exactly as he had the day before, remained behind to be piloted by someone else, like some kind of meat puppet.

Her brain revolted against the idea of her Issei being gone, bile rising in her throat and burning a path through her body, which like her thoughts were acidic and left a terrible taste in her mouth. The young nun had moved in with the boy! Where was she going to stay now? If his body returned to his home it wouldn't be the same - even if he never returned it wouldn't be the same.

All the memories of laughing at his antics and basking in his praise were tainted. Returning to their home would only remind her that some mockery of Issei was still wandering the earth, defiling his memory - and God wasn't that horrible to realize, Issei was dead. Regardless of the thing in front of her that looked remarkably like her friend, he was well gone and dead.

Her hand dangled uselessly from the creatures pants, tattered and torn as they were. Oh, it was addressing her. The monster told her not worry because he was in her debt - what could she ask of Issei's killer? She already knew she couldn't ask for him to give her friend back. Asia had already asked, and the vile thing before her said no. Issei was never coming back.

Never was she to experience the warmth of his smile again, or have her spirits lifted by his antics.

Forevermore she was cursed to see the caricature of her best friend be commanded by some ancient entity who cared not for who he had harmed.

"My name is Aatrox, the Darkin Blade."

Ah, the beast has a name. Well, it doesn't matter what it calls itself, it took Issei from her and left her alone.

"Why?"

Several heads turned towards her after realizing the soft voice they had heard was her.

"Why did you take him from me? WHY DID YOU TAKE ISSEI AWAY?" Something she rarely, if ever experienced was boiling its way through her veins, igniting her into righteous fury.

The calm eyes of Aatrox returned to her. "I had no choice. It didn't matter who picked me up - I needed to escape. It is hard to describe to someone who has never had to experience the agony of having their immortal soul bound to the harshly defined barrier of a sword. I knew I had lungs, but I could not breath. I knew I had eyes, yet black was all I knew. I knew I had fingers and toes, yet I felt nothing."

The first hint of some emotion glistened behind Isse - No, Aatrox's eyes. "It is something I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy. Perhaps there is some other way for me to be freed from my prison beyond taking a new host or subsuming their consciousness, but I have not found one in all the millennia of my existence."

While he offered no comforting gestures or tones of voice, Asia could easily imagine Issei's warm brown eyes upon her as she basked in their glow, but the burning chips of red that greeted her only reminded her that Issei was no more - not even his eyes remained.

In that moment it all became too much, and hot tears flooded her eyes. Asia couldn't stand to be near this cruel mockery of her best friend any longer, so she fled. Her feet carried her as fast she possible, but in her haste she clipped a table and cried out in pain. She didn't allow it to stop her and continued her retreat to somewhere away from the creature that had assumed Issei's shape.

Harbinger

Rias watched Asia flee from the room and gently nodded at Koneko, who went to follow the girl. She needed to be with someone right now, even if she didn't want to be. Grief was a strange thing, though Rias was more in shock right now. Issei had grown on her but she wouldn't call herself deep friends with the boy. Maybe in time they would have, but with so much of her attention focused on preventing the engagement she had been distracted. Momentarily distracted by Asia leaving, Aatrox spoke again.

"It is not my intention to cause harm, but I understand my presence will undoubtedly hurt some. I apologize again, though I will reiterate - I owe you a debt. Your friend gave me their body unwillingly, so I will do something in return for you in exchange." That lukewarm gaze returned to her, once again telling her she was but a tiny thing before this goliath of a monster.

"I once was human, many eons ago. I know my attempts at recompense will not amount to this person's life, but it is all that I can offer. I also cannot help you understand what it is like to be trapped as I was - it is a singular type of hell that exists purely for me." Well, she would have to discuss with her brother to see if Issei was well and truly gone, but she had to operate under the assumption Issei just... ceased to exist.

In his place, Aatrox stood. If the feelings she got from him were correct, he was incredibly powerful. Her evil piece was still inside of Issei's body as well. This meant if he was powerful he could be the deciding factor in getting her out of the engagement, even more than Issei originally was. If she told her brother right now, however, him and his overprotective streak would undoubtedly remove him from her presence. Even if he allowed Aatrox back within her presence, she knew that him returning to the rating game was out of the question.

There were two paths before her, both had risks and possible benefits... On one hand, he could possibly single-handedly save her from losing her peerage to Riser and become trapped into marriage for the rest of her long life. On the other, Aatrox could pose a serious threat to her family, both health-wise and in regards to cohesion. Asia certainly wasn't going to be ok.

But... she couldn't let herself get married to Riser. It didn't just impact her, Asia would also fall under the thumb of that asshole, or if she fled she would be a stray and hunted down. The single best course of action she could think of was to allow him to help them with the engagement, then speak to her brother about him. He could take it from there and protect them.

Her brother could be 'quiet' enough when he chose to be - they could speak to or take away Aatrox quietly so Riser didn't question the validity of the fight. Yes, that is the best course of action.

With her path decided, they just now needed to determine his strength. "Aatrox. I understand what you are saying and while I can't say I appreciate having my pawn... removed, I will ask you to repay your debt to us by fighting with us in an upcoming rating game against someone named Riser Phenex."

Akeno gave her a sidelong glance, but Rias returned her look with a determined gaze. Her queen knew her well, nodding her head in agreement and facing Aatrox again.

"First, how strong are you? I've gotten a general feel of you from your presence, but I would like to confirm my suspicions."

The first smile Rias had seen from Aatrox appeared on his face, though it certainly wasn't kind. "Strength is all I've had for... a long time. The issue is I have no way to compare myself against the current going rate, as it were."

She nodded in understanding, if Rias understood him right, he was trapped inside... his sword? For a significant amount of time. If long enough went by, he wouldn't know what the 'average' was, or have any sort of baseline. "Are you a swordsman?"

Aatrox glanced at the sword resting next to him, and he responded after a pause. "... Something like that."

Looking at Kiba, he nodded back with a resolute gaze. Her peerage had been together long enough to understand what their Buchou wanted with a glance. "If you'll have me then, let us have a quick spar in the front yard. I would put myself on the low end of the spectrum in terms of overall strength, though that is when compared to some of the real powerhouses out there. I am still considered strong enough in my own right, so if you'll have me I can give you a test."

Kiba wasn't overly prideful, which was a good thing. "While I will condone this, nobody is allowed to hurt one another. This is a simple test."

Issei's body inclined its head. "Of course."

Course of action decided, the group minus Koneko and Asia gathered outside.

Harbinger

I knew why they needed to do this, whatever task they required my assistance for undoubtedly would involve fighting. The boy I took possessed the dragon - I could feel his strength even now. Something was wrong with it, like it wasn't complete, but even still it exuded a mighty aura.

The girl with the crimson hair, Rias, is the leader of this little troupe. I remember leading my own men counting in the thousands and the glory that followed. While those memories are some of my most treasured, they were also before I fell from grace. I cannot be that man anymore - a man who represented the ideals of humanity and embodied justice. Once I was justice personified - it was my driving force and I was devout to its ideal.

In the end, my name was not known for my heroic deeds, but for the vile atrocities I committed when Shurima was lost to the sands of time. When I was bound, mind and soul to my blade, which had become as black as my heart, I sought death. The dissonance between who I became and who I once was and still desired to be racked my mind each and every moment of my existence.

I will repay her and capture perhaps an image of what I used to be, an eternity ago. First, they wish to test my strength to see if I can help them. While I don't seek to be rude, they don't even register as blips to my finely tuned instincts - they couldn't threaten me if they tried. With a body as durable as the one I now possess I can exert more power than any of my priors hosts could have hoped.

Kiba stood away from me, summoning a blade out of thin air. Interesting power.

Impaling my sword into the dirt, I stood with my arms crossed. My confidence was not unfounded - even before my endless imprisonment, I spent years fighting the void, the first step taken towards blackening my heart. The lowliest creatures of the void weren't a threat by themselves, but they had their own champions that required us Ascended to group together to cleanse from the planet.

I was a skilled fighter before I fought in that terrible war and technically my form wasn't any better if compared from beginning to end. The one thing fighting the void taught me was utter ruthlessness - crushing your enemy in its entirety before they can possibly be a threat. Fighting dirty? That was a pleasant walk in the park compared to the lengths we went through to protect our homeland.

After all my experiences, my intuition was telling me this man across from me offered no danger. Rias asked us if we were ready. I merely nodded.

"I am ready, Buchou." She nodded gravely at Kiba.

"Remember no harming one another. Begin whenever you're ready."

Kiba nodded at me and raised his sword in a standard defensive form. I was curious to see I recognized some hints of the same forms I taught my own soldiers many years ago. Seems the best things carry on regardless of the massive amount of time that had passed. Maybe it had even been improved.

The boy seemed hesitant, particularly since I hadn't adopted any stance or moved to grab my sword. With its height it would have been quite awkward to wield in this body, though I had no intention of picking it up for this fight. It was unneeded.

"Have no fear swordsman, you won't be able to hurt me. Show me your power." I wasn't trying to be rude, but I seem to have struck a nerve. Kiba took a step forward and swung his blade in a wide overhead arc that likely would have taken an arm without being deflected.

He was far too slow to even have a chance. I gently redirected his blade with two fingers, allowing it to glide right past my shoulder without making contact. Much like missing a stair, the unexpected lack of resistance left him slightly unbalanced, committed to his swing as he was. A quick step forward with my off foot put me in his guard.

The widening eyes told me he realized something was about to happen, though he knew not what it was. I was told not to harm him and I am a monster of my word.

My main foot followed its companion and reached forward, but not to step. Instead it brushed past Kiba's leg and my foot looped into the crook of his knee. A quick jerk slightly to the side and back crumbled any resistance he tried to put up, forcing his leg to both collapse and pull his body towards me simultaneously. Unable to stumble because his leg was already folding, he had no choice but to fall into me. If I had a sense of humor, I would compare it to a lover falling into their partners embrace.

The entire point of doing this was to guarantee he could put up no resistance to my grab, off balance as he was. My fingers wrapped around his throat, catching him before he fell any further.

I lifted him into the air with one hand while still abiding by the rule to not harm the boy. "Yield."

He quickly dispelled his sword and tapped my arm twice. I gently set him back down.

Rias had started to run over, presumably to put a stop to the fight before Kiba noticed her and waved her off. "I'm fine Buchou, he didn't actually hurt me. My neck is a little sore from supporting my bodyweight, but he wasn't actually choking me."

Indeed, my fingertips had grasped as far as they could reach, away from his arteries and windpipe so as not to actually choke him. Snapping his neck would have been the most efficient follow through, but I feel like that wouldn't be the correct diplomatic move. "I am glad, I didn't want to actually hurt you but I did want to display my skill. Though, I suppose it doesn't speak much to actual power and more speed, but I assure you my strength will be more than adequate for whatever you require."

The appraising look the girl gave me didn't tell me much, but I assumed I passed her little test. If this was the best they had, then they would need much help from me to grow their strength...

Harbinger

In the peerage, the members fulfilled various roles based upon their evil piece residing in their chest. Kiba was a knight - a piece that granted a massive boost to speed, but not much else. Thus, in addition to his position as the sword-wielder of the group, he had always been the fastest. Quickest to react, quickest to move, and the quickest to subdue their foes with his blinding skill.

What had just occurred was... concerning, to say the least. Although the display was small, if the bored look in Aatrox's eyes told Kiba anything, it was that he was nowhere near fast enough to stand a chance against him yet. The swift dismantling of his attack told him his opponent felt no need to wield his sword against him - he wouldn't stand a chance regardless, so why bother using a lethal weapon?

A blow to his pride was dealt, but he was intelligent enough to realize this wasn't something he could just will himself to get better at. If his words were anything to go by, Aatrox was old - very old. Depending on just how old that meant he could have fought thousands and thousands of foes of varying skill - probably better than Kiba was. It made sense, in that case, that Kiba didn't stand a chance.

What he was more curious about was the actual strength of their replaced peerage member. For example while Kiba was swift, if Koneko landed one solid blow on him it would put him out of commission. It would be difficult for her, but not unfeasible. With his skill... if his strength was even on par with someone like Koneko then he would be a great asset to the team.

The issue was, they had no way of gauging his strength properly, not without potentially putting someone's life in danger. Though he never had to deal with this exact situation, it made sense to Kiba that when someone said they were strong and ancient, then showed they might not be lying, it was best to not to test that theory in a situation where you could potentially be harmed.

It was like Rias's older brother, Sirzechs. His strength was so great that he could accidentally kill someone of their level with a slight miscalculation of his power output - if Aatrox was anywhere near that level, Kiba didn't want to risk one of their members just to test his overall strength.

Although he had liked Issei in general, he didn't mind the change of volume. Kiba enjoyed his peace and quiet for meditation and mental focus - something Issei had a tendency to annihilate like he was a verbal wrecking ball. The pure comedic value he brought couldn't be denied either, but Kiba would admit only in his own head if someone more powerful took over Issei's body and kept the draconic advantage he had, it wouldn't necessarily be a great loss to the team.

He felt guilty thinking such things after thinking of poor Asia, however. The young girl had been so attached to Issei from the moment she got here. The Holy Maiden had given up her own ability to say God, the entity she worshiped, just to stay close to the boy. Perhaps in time she would heal, but... It was hard to say. Seeing the same boy you knew and loved walking around, but knowing the person they once were was dead? Replaced by this ancient thing that nobody knew?

It was a strange situation, regardless of their personal ties to the person involved.

After our little spar, Rias accepted Aatrox's help. She asked him what he specialized in and the slight upturn of his lips was more disconcerting than anything, but he stated while he probably couldn't use whatever magic we used anything physical he could assist with.

Kiba saw the question in her eyes when she looked at him and gently nodded his head. His shame at his defeat would not prevent him from learning more, being given a chance to close that gap, if ever so slightly.

"Aatrox, may I ask you to help train Koneko and Kiba? Kiba here is the fastest of our group and uses a sword, while Koneko is our brawler. Her strength and endurance is the best of all of us. I'll watch over you guys for a bit, but I'm confident they could learn a thing or two from someone with your experience level." It would also continue to test his bounds - see what he was made of.

Kiba doubted they would get to see his true potential for a while yet, but seeing him spar against Koneko would also give them some idea of his raw power. Their training days had grown very interesting indeed.

Harbinger

Koneko was a girl of few words - but she positively wanted to scream in this instant. Rias had asked her to train with their replaced member - Aatrox his name was. Koneko heard from the others how Kiba's spar went and thought maybe he was just insanely fast, which would be a serious problem for her as she barely kept up with Kiba.

Turns out he was far more than fast - when she threw a haymaker towards his face during their spar all she got was a uttered 'sloppy' before he slapped her so hard all her forward momentum was lost and she was driven into the ground. Her hackles were definitely up after that, but no matter what she did she couldn't get her paws on him to save her life.

She tried everything, from jump kicks to roundhouse kicks to shorter range punchs to straight up tackles. Nothing got past him and was retaliated against quite brutally - damn Rias for telling him she was incredibly durable. If anything he was seemingly testing the range of just how tough she was, alternating how strong his blows were to see how she reacted.

It made her increasingly mad, as her utter failure to land a single strike on him continued and he called out her mistakes over and over.

"Legs too wide, stance too weak."

"Core exposed, arms too open."

"Form terrible, punches weak because of it."

With each utterance he would proceed to destroy her in whatever manner he could take advantage of the aforementioned weakness. When her legs were too spread apart, he literally pushed her backwards and hooked a foot around her leg to prevent her from rebalancing, causing her to fall on her ass.

When she swung for a punch but left her stance too open, he ducked the blow and hammered a fist into her stomach.

For the last one he literally just ate her punch - didn't block it, didn't try to dodge, didn't even flinch when he was struck. She was aiming for his own stomach at the time in retaliation from before, but instead of getting similar results that same dull look adorned his face.

"The idea was good, but the execution needs work. Let me fix your stance and you can try again. Don't move." Koneko remained frozen in her stance, allowing him to move. He repositioned her arm to the initial position before the strike occurred. He kicked her feet. "Closer together."

Although she was still fuming, she listened. He put a hand on each shoulder and exerted pressure. "Loosen the shoulders." She let the tension flow out of her.

Another kick to her foot. "Pull this one back to right here, when you go to swing you take a small step forward with this foot to give your body a slight spin, increasing your own momentum. Let physics help you."

He gave her a small display of what he was talking about, stepping into his own punch - Koneko could practically see the air displaced from the sheer force of the blow.

Once Aatrox was done he took position in front of her, face stern. "Again."

She obeyed, putting her foot back, loosening her stance, and stepping into her swing to achieve maximum force. The resulting meaty smack of her fist connecting with his abdomen rang like a gong throughout the woods they were standing in.

She had expected a slightly more pained reaction at least, come on! The guy just stood there, expression unchanged. "Well done. I almost felt it that time. While not on me, let us continue practicing this basic move. I can tell you don't know much about proper fighting - I guess you just used your increased strength and endurance to get through. We'll change that in the following days. Technique and strength will carry you to victory."

Though it was equally demeaning, she felt some measure of pride at his backwards compliment. Koneko's belief they could actually beat Riser had risen several notches - with a monster like this on their side, how could they fail?

Harbinger

Rias wasn't one for gawping like a love-struck weeb who just met someone cosplaying their waifu, but the shock of seeing Aatrox simply tank Koneko's fist with all of her force behind me left her jaw on the floor. Akeno, her second most durable piece tied with her (which wasn't saying much), would have been straight knocked out from a blow like that.

The thing that stole Issei didn't even flinch. Once again, she hoped her plan didn't spectacularly backfire - with the number of variables it had she needed to be very careful. She would also need to talk to Aatrox before the rating game and tell him to act like... well a human. Not whatever he was - she didn't want to raise Riser's suspicion.

Though it would be impossible for him to act like Issei, he could at least be normal...ish. Time would tell.

Although the first several days Aatrox mostly spend working with Kiba and Koneko, who returned to their room looking battered and bruised, collapsing into their beds completely exhausted each day, he also stopped by where she was training her Power of Destruction. "That is a most interesting power you have, Rias. How do you train such a thing?"

The question caught her off guard, but she answered as best she could. "Ah, I usually see how much I can channel at once and control, usually bathing an area with it and seeing both how long I can hold it and how large of an area I can cover. I'm having struggles increasing its potency, but my brother tells me it will come with time and experience."

The body-snatched Issei nodded his head and gestured for me to continue. He spent several minutes just observing before finally speaking again. "So you can control its general shape?"

Rias nodded back. "Yes, normally I adjust it to be more cost-efficient when I'm dealing with multiple enemies. Though I don't really fight anyone so..." She mumbled out the last part, not wanting to admit her own lack of experience.

Aatrox seemed to pick up on it regardless of how quietly she spoke. "Experience is important, but proper training is even more so, else you will join the battlefield ready to get said experience but die because you were not ready. Let me ask you this, how much do you know of physics in general? In particular, pressure exerted by an object upon another?"

Though confused, Rias answered as best she could. "Ah, we've learned about it in school in general, but what about it in particular do you ask for?"

"Well the reason why knives and swords exist, and other bladed weapons, is an application of pressure. That being the smaller the area pressure is applied in, the greater the force applied in that specific area." He suddenly stepped closer and placed a hand on her shoulder, causing her to stare at his hand in confusion.

"For example, I will exert roughly the same pressure that I am right now with my whole hand, but in a different way." He lifted his hand and replaced it with a single finger pressing straight down into the top of her shoulder. Although the force he was using with his hand wasn't that much, suddenly she was acutely aware of the sudden light pain and pressure being forced onto the particular point he was touching.

He released his finger. "Blades use similar logic only with a much smaller edge. The pressure exerted in that tiny area is so great it cuts straight through its target. The force of a slap could instead sever a finger, if the pressure was applied in a tiny area versus the area of a hand."

Understanding dawned in her. "So you mean my power could potentially work in a similar fashion - not including just increasing the powers density but giving it either a point or an edge would increase its ability to 'bite' into something and do damage."

Aatrox nodded. "You understood quickly - good. I cannot promise it will work for your power but I hope it will help. Many small holes through the head is just as efficient as one big one, but which one is easier to achieve? That is something you can practice."

He turned to walk away, but Rias quickly caught him by the shoulder like he had before. "I know its odd, maybe I should be mad you took Issei from us, but in this moment I can only appreciate what you are doing for me and my peerage. I don't know why you are doing it as you really aren't indebted to us like you say you are, but thank you."

Aatrox turned to face her, a unreadable look on his face. Rias really wasn't sure what made him tick, but he didn't seem like a bad guy, maybe a bit of a slave driver during training but thus far he had proven quite intelligent and effective with his work.

"I promise you would not have liked me if you were to meet me 50,000 years ago, Rias, and I won't pretend to be a good person. I've had one goal for an eternity - but I've had to give up on it. My journey to achieve... what I wanted led me to take, and take, and endlessly take everything from everyone who ever lived. The futures I've ended, the lives left unlived, those are all sins resting upon my shoulders"

He sighed, heaving a deep breath in and out as he seemed to deflate slightly. "Maybe in time you will understand my crimes, maybe you won't. What's important now is after my endless lifetimes of taking, I've learned I cannot be fulfilled the way I was. Eons of raging against the dying of the light... in vain. If what I want is unachievable, I can repay the few sins I've committed thus far in this life. For so long I spent trying to remake the world in my own damned and dark image... This is the first step towards another path."

The gleaming red eyes that had replaced Issei's soft brown grew hard. "You will also undoubtedly meet the monster behind the mask before long. Though I am... genial right now, one thing that has never changed since my birth has been my revere for violence. War, bloodshed, brutality, these are all core parts of me that I normally don't restrain. For the sake of not repeating the endless cycle I have known, I hold these back. A proper fight, however... I would understand if you remove me for the group afterwards. It is only fair. What lurks in the hearts of men is a pale mockery of the darkness in my heart."

Rias didn't know the specifics of what he meant, but she had a good idea. Her own brother was an example of something like this - normally he was pretty happy and acted like an idiot, but when things got serious he threw down better than anyone she knew. He too, reveled in the fight. His name was born in the blood of thousands of devil's that died by his hand - crowning him a Satan.

"Maybe I don't know what I speak of, but you don't have much to fear from us. We're all devils, after all. You are welcome to stay as part of my peerage as long as you protect them and don't completely go off the deep end. We all have a monster inside of us, Aatrox, some are just bigger than others. What's more important to me is who you unleash said monster on - if it is only our enemies I won't complain."

Maybe she would live to regret that statement, maybe not. What she did know if she wanted him on their side. She didn't know if he actually wanted to stay or just wanted to leave after fulfilling his debt, but Rias had no doubt if he decided to stay and didn't just destroy them all for laughs, Aatrox could be great boon to their safety. Maybe he would do it out of boredom or an attempt at redemption - either way if he decided to do so by protecting her family, who was she to complain? Maybe if he did go off the rails he would like them and spare them. Who knows.

What she did know was she had some new ideas to implement using her power. "And thanks for the advice. I'm gonna put it to use right now, I'll let you go on ahead."

While he pondered and eyed her for a moment, he did leave, his gait as steady as it always was, massive sword trailing behind him.

General Note: Like I mentioned, this story is going to go fast. Riser fight next chapter. ALSO WHO CAN SPOT THE SLIGHTLY EDITED AATROX QUOTES? I think there's 3. I lost count.

IT BEARS REPEATING *SIREN SIREN SIREN* Aatrox seems only a smidgen of mean and life-ending in this chapter - He hasn't had a proper fight yet, so JUST YOU WAIT. Have patience, young padawan, death

Responses:

JadeShade1392: Glad to hear it! It's fun writing stuff like this, so its a nice break.

Guest: Indeed, it could backfire spectacularly, but I don't think this will be a traditional romancey thing. Those other elements - the darkness living amongst them yada yada will happen. Won't even take long before shit gets to GO DOWN!

Dokura: Partially refer to beginning note: Aatrox is like an old man who's tired of trying the same shit for the same results. He is still... him, for lack of a better word, but his end goal is deemed... unachievable. So what does he do now? We'll find out I guess.

Crazypumpdude: Grit will come. Right now is the setup.

Nam Wasnaihc: Yes, yes, and yes.

Nope: I love Aatrox lore! His rework was cool, but he's not my favorite to play a whole lot. I liked every iteration of his lore so far, but I'm sticking to the newest one for this story. Makes it easier to have a 'grey'ish Aatrox. Leaning towards the darker side...

Let me part you with this GLORIOUS Aatro quote: "Uh, nice world you have here. I intend to destroy it, you know, FYI."

Actual quote. No lie.