Tags: Epic, Bro moments.
Black smoke rose above the once great capital of Noxus, the city that had once been the great fortress of Mordekaiser and now served as the tomb of another mad tyrant. Darius watched the city around him go up in flames and he felt his heart shudder at the sigh of his home being slowly reduced to a pile of ash. They had won... Swain was finally dead, but at what cost?
Weak coughing drew the former general's attention, and Darius stumbled across the debris and the blackened stone, following the wet coughs that soon turned into frantic wheezing.
His eyes widened upon seeing Riven lying under a few tones of twisted iron and rock. Only the top half of her body was visible, splayed about on the ground like a discarded toy.
Darius' eyes looked around frantically as he hastily knelt down beside the dying Exile, not caring about the debris on the ground scraping his legs and the smoke of the fire irritating his eyes.
"We *gasp* did it," Riven muttered with a bloodstained smile as a pool of blood spread underneath her crushed form, "Swain... That bastard is finally dead."
"That he is, may he get lost in the Mist." Darius grunted, his throat feeling tight, either due to the smoke all around them or the weight of his loss.
Crying in pain, Riven reached with a bleeding arm and Darius instantly grasped it tightly. "Noxus forever." Riven mouthed weakly, yet her eyes shone with some kind of grim conviction.
"You will always be my brother, Riven." Darius whispered softly, a manly tear running down his scarred cheek as he clasped the hand of the dying woman.
"Hah," Riven chuckled, coughing blood, "The great Darius is crying. D-don't act like a bitch because of me, General." She wheezed weakly.
"Shut up, Commander." Darius murmured, and together the two watched the sun rise on the horizon over the burning ruins of Noxus.
Later at Riven's funeral:
Women from all over Runeterra had come to pay their respects to the killer of High General Swain, the mad tyrant of Noxus. The black-clad crowd of females cried and wept and exchanged phone numbers as two lines of Noxian Poros wearing berets with the Noxian insignia came to a halt on either side of the grave of the Exile.
High General Kled bellowed the command and at once, the Noxian Poros aimed their muskets at the sky and fired three volleys while Darius and Kled saluted at Riven's grave.