Pantheon grunted as he leveled his spear at the mountain lumbering towards him, to his left and right bloodied remains from armies of all affiliations, even some ancient ascended and disembodied voidborn contributed to the gorish sludge that wormed its way to the Titan's feet. A chorus of screams filled the backdrop as those not fully gone awaited their turn to fuel the monster's hideous towering form.
"You! Muscly man who wields a spear, you seem familiar; does War also desire to cut me down?"
The creature's blood-drunk challenge thundered down in a tone of mockery, his face barely visible high within the clouds of ash and goretainted dust.
"We were both men once, now we both stand on the field of battle immortal, and yet only one of us is a god." Pantheon sought to discourage the creature, it was in vain. Somewhere above him the mountain smiled.
"Then you best remember who I am oh divine Pantheon, I am the god-" Pantheon felt an arrow pierce him from behind, his last memory was of scalp-removed Taric as he was tossed worthlessly beside the other deceased aspects. Somewhere in the distance he heard Aatrox bickering with another darkin figure.
"A cowardly bow denies me my vengeance!"
For one last time Pantheon felt a final mortal sensation; Death.
But Pantheon was only the last of many to challenge the hellish parasitic demons growing drunk over the blood spilt onto the Noxian soil. Originally this had been a confrontation between the Noxians armies and the Ionian elites, add some desperate soldiers and several darkin weapons into the mix and this is what the battle had become, the former cause for conflict now irrelevant. Eventually desperate nations, remaining ascended, even the aspects themselves had tried to intervene but had come upon a power now far out of hand, Aatrox could almost taste oblivion within his grasp
Drawn to the chaos and destruction the Void had surfaced, but it only served to greater satiate the darkin's bloodlust.
Then the battlefield fell strangely silent, the sea of gore vanishing rapidly as the titan struggled to retain his towering form.
"We have done it brother, all life on this plane has been erased" the feminine voice of the dagger attempted to console him, though even she feared what might come next.
"Then why does my prison beckon me still?, Take me now sweet oblivion, I beseech you!" Aatrox knelt in what fuel of his remained. When he received no reply he again stood up drawing his massive sword, the other darkin stood back, fully aware of what his intentions were. Though dwindling he was still far larger and more powerful than they were in his current state. Some ran whilst others embraced death's edge, yet inevitably only one remained.
When the second last darkin stained the ground the godkiller looked to the sky, this feeling washing over him, he felt free at last. In his final moments he tossed his sword aside and savored the feeling of his flesh decaying rapidly, though excruciating he relished in it knowing that this would be the last of his anguish. He had lived and died an existence of suffering and now his misery would finally end.
The End…