Mordekaiser found a letter at his doorstep.
"Dear Mordekaiser," the Iron Revenant read out loud to himself with a mace in one free hand (for no specified reason). "If you're reading this, it means that you woke up! Which is stinking awesome because I wanted just that to happen. Hopefully you have some time in hand, because I would like to meet you at the Break's first floor garden at six pee-em in the afternoon. You better! I actually threatened Renekton to write this for me because I can't write. El-Em-Ay-Oh, exclamation mark.
"See you later. JX. By the way, if you're reading this please stop this woman from-"
The lord of undead raised an eyebrow. Apparently, something had stopped Renekton from finishing the letter. He highly doubted it did not involve pain.
"The f#$%?" He muttered out loud as he checked the back of the letter to see if there was anything else to it. "What is this? A letter of challenge?"
Then his mind kicked into full overdrive.
It has to be a letter of challenge.
The hostility. The raw tension behind the writer's situation, and the person who forced him to write. It all connected; something was building up for some egotistical fool that wanted to face him in battle.
If that's the case, the lord of undead thought as he crushed the fragile paper under his iron hand, who am I to ignore this fool's ego? I'll put him to his place!
Tossing the letter to the side, the warrior in the suit of armor twirled his mace as he walked over to the elevator.
He had three hours left before he had to go to the garden. In the meantime, he ditched the trip to a local fast food stall he originally intended on taking.
Instead, he decided to wait in the garden to avoid preemptive strikes made by the enemy.
Oh, he knew it all right. Making oneself seem harmless before stabbing the enemy's foot. He had done it himself, and he had fallen for it just as many times.
The agony of humiliation! Oh, how he hated Trouble in Terrorist Town! But he loved it just as much as he hated it.
"Well, no one's going to backstab me today," the Iron Revenant growled as he entered the elevator.
A few seconds later, he found himself marching down the first floor lobby. Once again, there were no champions roaming around the vast hallway.
Nothing but the sound of metal pressing against the floor echoed throughout the unoccupied lobby. His mace still in hand, the metallic warlord approached the entrance to the garden.
The Champions' Garden! Alas, the Institute of War found it best to plaster the word "champion" over every single location in the Break. There were water fountains, bushes, dirt paths that led to stone paths, and a lot of pointless crap that the lord of undead did not care about. It was filled with life.
Yuck.
He genuinely wondered who the person who challenged him was, however. It had to be a champion. The question was what kind of relationship the champion shared with him in the first place.
The most likely candidate to send me a letter of challenge is Mao'Kai, and that chunk of wood doesn't seem to be as interested in me as he was back when I first met him, the lord of undead thought over as he approached a water fountain. Aside from him, though…
There's really no one in the League of Legends to challenge me for a legitimate reason.
Mordekaiser knew his point had validity. Aside from Mao'Kai attempting to stuff him into a tree for destroying the best cuisine he had ever made in his entire life, no one else lost that much to him. Then again, almost half of the champions in the League of Legends were insignificant to him, so he could not know who genuinely despised him even if he wanted to know.
The lord of undead twirled his mace before letting it rest on his shoulder, keenly observing his surroundings. Whoever the challenger was, he would wait for them.
Definitely. He would totally wait for them in the most menacing pose ever.
"Bring it on, little sh$%," he growled as his eyes glowed briefly. "I'll take you on and get you a ticket to watch Elvis' concert in hell."
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A spectral being approached him from afar.
Kalista, the Spear of Vengeance, blinked as she walked towards the iron man, who stared at her in a blank manner. She was one of the few who tried to keep constant contact with him, as he had taught her plenty of things- most of them related to fighting. He remembered her as quite the oddball of the Shadow Isles officers: she held a strange way of speaking, an immense amount of loyalty to the Ruined King, and the most dedication to improving her fighting style among the officers.
Truthfully, Mordekaiser liked all of those things in a soldier. He did not give much of a crap about those things in acquaintances, however.
"Lord Mordekaiser?" The Spear of Vengeance said as she gave him a small bow. "It is rare of us to see you here."
Again, she used her funky way of talking.
"And I you, Kalista," the Iron Revenant responded, maintaining his idle tone. "I didn't expect you to come here."
Straightening herself before the Iron Revenant, the dark-haired specter stated, "I visit this place every once in a while. The silence lets me meditate."
Ew, the lord of undead thought with disgust. Meditating in a garden. That's disgusting.
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…Then again, I'm partly to blame for that.
Before he entered the League of Legends, Mordekaiser used to give tips and advices on combat to Kalista during her free time. And no, he was not the one who came up with the idea of giving her advice; the woman herself sought out his guidance to improve her combat capabilities. Unlike many of the spooky skeletons and freaky zombies that attended the infamous University of Shadow Isles, she was probably the only one who actually focused on something important.
And for that, the Iron Revenant commended her efforts and granted his knowledge as a gift. Though there was hardly anything Kalista could productively work on in the League of Legends, she still trained whenever she was not next to the other Shadow Isles champions. He found her to be a boring person, but at least she was not boring in a bad way.
Now, Thresh was an exciting sh#%head, and he was exciting in a very bad way. The same applied for Hecarim, though Mordekaiser always found the Chain Warden to be at the top of the food chain of annoyance levels.
"Your productivity never seizes to impress me," the iron warlord came up with a compliment as he noticeably relaxed. "But you should seriously just freaking relax once in a while. Like, who the heck meditates in this day and age? Especially in the Shadow Isles?"
Kalista put her hands behind her as she assigned herself into an idle militaristic stance. "I mean no offense in this," she answered, "but I do relax, sir. I compete in Thresh's competitive Monopoly tournaments, and I also attend Hecarim's video game contests."
The Iron Revenant raised an eyebrow. He took note of the fact that Hecarim actually played video games, though obviously not as much as the lord of undead did. Sweeping away the competition one day did not sound like a bad idea.
Nodding at the Spear of Vengeance, the Iron Revenant returned to standing still. Though Kalista seemed like she wanted to ask why the armored warlord stood still in the middle of the garden, she kept her question to herself. She bowed to the Shadow Isles general before she walked deeper into the garden.
Silence returned.
No, quietness returned. Because the sound of life was still present. He found it to be disturbing, but not disturbing enough to make him flee from the letter of challenge's proposal.
Time flew by. In fact, so much time flew by, the lord of undead walked over to a steel bench next to him and sat on it. He remained still, waiting and waiting.
He closed his eyes.
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By the time the lord of undead opened his eyes again, he found a smiling, blue-haired human staring at him within an uncomfortable proximity.
"…Get away from my face," the Iron Revenant ordered the girl. Her smile widening, she backed away from him.
Sporting two bright blue, braided ponytails and a very pale skin color, the Loose Cannon screamed as she thrusted her hands at the skies,
"WHAT UP, SAURON?!"
"GOOD F#$%ING HORSE SH#%, YOU'RE SO LOUD!"
The Shadow Isles officer clutched the sides of his helmet as he got up from the bench. Glaring at the overexcited girl in front of him, he took a brief second to analyze her. She seemed to be hyperactive; that much was obvious.
"So like, I'm Jinx!" The blue-haired gunner greeted. "I friggin' love blowing things up."
"Okay."
"I think that you also love blowing things up!"
Mordekaiser raised an eyebrow. Her smile never fading, Jinx added in, "I also heard you like to kill stuff. Do you?"
"F#$% yeah, I do," he answered simply. "No scope for days. But what's that got to do with you?"
Giggling at a frighteningly quick pace, the blue-haired Loose Cannon put a finger by her cheek as she glanced at the skies. "Okay, good," she said as her eyes slowly absorbed the hazy blue skies. "Cause I wanted to ask something of you."
"And that is…?"
Jinx sped up to him, stopping right in front of his face.
"I wanna know how you blow things up!"
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"Look, if you're trying to show off your insanity, I think you've pulled it off enough-"
"Nonononononono, c'moooooooooooooooon Morde!" Jinx whined as she soullessly whammed her arms against his chest. "I really wanna know how you destroy things! Like, you like destroying things, right?"
Mordekaiser nodded.
"And you do destroy things, right?"
Mordekaiser nodded.
"So how do you destroy things without destroying… things?"
At that moment, the iron warlord realized what the dumb girl before him was talking about.
She wants to know how I satisfy my urges for destruction. Interesting…
The Iron Revenant chuckled as he wagged a finger at her. "Oh, you foolish child," he snickered, leaving the girl in front of him confused. "It's all because of two things."
Pushing the girl away from him, the lord of undead suddenly threw his arms into the air as he roared, "THE GLORY OF BRAZIL!"
"…Huh?"
Putting his arms back down, the Iron Revenant added in, "…And video games."
At this, Jinx's eyes widened.
"Video games?" She muttered. "The frick? You get triggered by that stuff?"
Mordekaiser laughed. "Of course, I don't feel complete satisfaction just by digital violence," he explained. "Even idiotic humans like you would understand that. But what matters the most…"
His eyes glowed as he stared straight into the Loose Cannon's eyes.
"…is making the people around you as salty as possible."
Jinx blinked as the lord of undead continued,
"Think about it! You play video games to prove what? That you can beat it! And in multiplayer games, this is the case in a stranger way; you beat it by usually being better than others. So if you cannot destroy the physical bodies of people, why not destroy their MINDS instead?!"
And all of a sudden, it clicked in Jinx's head.
"Wha- That's GENIUS! How the heck did you figure that out?!"
Excited, the blue-haired gunner approached the iron man with shining eyes, filled with glee just by the thought of obliterating human minds and picturing it to be a beautifully flashy thing. Mordekaiser pumped a fist as he roared,
"THE GLORY OF BRAZIL!"
Jinx's mind was absolutely blown. Whatever the heck Brazil was, it apparently had the ability to satisfy the destructive urges of the human mind. Her fingers itched; she wanted to bust out her minigun, Pow-Pow, and destroy the fountain next to her just by the sheer excitement she felt. But first, she needed to ask the tin can something important.
"How the heck do you achieve the glory to this Brazil thing?!"
For the first time in his life, Mordekaiser felt an incredible adrenaline that made him want to spread the word of Brazil's glory. He thought that regular people lacked the ability to be interested in Brazil, but in front of him stood a contradiction to his thoughts. Could it be?! The Iron Revenant thought excitedly. Could it be that Brazil will receive another follower?!
Forgetting all about the fact that he came to the fountain because of a letter, the Iron Revenant took a few steps forward and dramatically pointed at the top floor of the Champions' Break. His index finger directed towards his dormitory, the Master of Metal cried,
"If you wish to know, then FOLLOW ME!"
Jinx screamed in joy as she clung onto the lord of undead's outstretched arm. All of a sudden, the iron man looked like the sexiest thing she had ever seen in her life. At least, at that moment, that was.
Marching out of the garden, the Iron Revenant headed towards his dormitory. He needed to show her everything he discovered about Brazil! Everything that he had applied to his own habits, and everything that could make her a believer! He remembered Neymar telling him in his dreams that one day, he would not be the only one to follow Brazil's glory. Who knew that such a day would come so quickly?!
The two buffoons scrambled up to the top floor and basked in the glory of the unknown nation.
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The events of that day were- ultimately- too confusing for Mordekaiser to properly remember.
A day later, the lord of undead found himself playing video games as if nothing happened. He had come to hate life on a regular basis (as usual), and he remained shut within his dormitory.
"'Tis the beautiful day to deliver bullets to brains," he muttered to himself as he continued playing.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
"Aaaaand now it's not a beautiful day."
Leaving the game he was in, the Iron Revenant got up from the couch and dragged himself to the entrance. Ticked off at the fact that he pretty much left a good game to answer someone, the warlord swung the door open as he roared,
"Who is it?!"
Much to his surprise, Jinx stood in front of his door.
"Hey, Morde!" The Loose Cannon said with a deranged smile. "I just came by to say that yesterday was awesome- even if I didn't know about anything you taught me."
Well, he did expect the crazy girl from being unable to understand anything he said about Brazil, but disappointment still fill his soul. The Iron Revenant sneered as he commented, "Well, it's hard for someone like you to memorize Brazil's glory in one day."
At the mention of Brazil, Jinx perked up as she chirped, "Oh yeah! I actually came here to give you something."
Lifting an object wrapped in napkins, the Loose Cannon practically shouted, "IT'S A PRESENT!" Mordekaiser opened the thing up, only to find a taco.
He raised an eyebrow as he looked up at the girl. She snickered.
"An offering? An interesting offer, fool," he scoffed in a snarky fashion, though he was unable to hide his giddiness upon being granted a taco. Jinx smiled wider as she skipped away from the dormitory.
Though the lord of undead was not aware of it himself, he found the Loose Cannon to be surprisingly easy to communicate with.
Perhaps it was just the level of their intelligence that made it easier to talk together.
And she just found people who liked destructive things to be interesting, so there was that.
He had no intentions in befriending a freak like her, though. She was just too much to handle.
Yep.
Author's Notes:
Next chapter – "Return to the Rift!"
This chapter in particular was pretty strange