KING NOTHING

Blessed made damned Living made undead Grief made agony  Sorrow made desperation  Writhing made wallow  King made fallacy 

Independent selective RUINED KING Rp/Ask Blog. Mun & Muse are 18+. Welcoming to OCs and Crossovers alike. 

“Enemyship ended with Sett. Now Viego is my biggest foe.”

It was a grim reminder, if not the worst that he is damned. For reasons not even he could remember. 

Not that it mattered. 

Viego rises from his throne, regarding the hollowed steps before him in a dignified pose, standing tall as a king is expected to. It was fascinating, this ‘Heartseeker’s’ day. How suddenly, everyone wishes to express love even more than any normal days. To him, that was every day. It disgusted him. 

Overall, I did like it. It was a good way to convey Viego’s behavior without having to be in your face about it. 

However, I do have my own criticisms about it. First and foremost, the story (or rather lack thereof). I’m not gonna lie, I was kind of hoping for a flashback story to his life before the ruination. To get a glimpse of the man that was once there and how he and Isolde truly were like all of those years ago. Unfortunately, this is not it.

As for the actual story, it was kind of... lacking substance? I’m not sure how I would put this, but it feels like nothing of much significance is going on? Here’s what happens; Viego is sitting, gets annoyed, throws his sword. Forward point in time, he walks through his army, tells guy to give him the thing, guy gives him the thing, then he kills everything. 

And that’s it. There wasn’t really any driving points or build up to what’s going on and why. He just goes to his desired location, kills everyone, then gets his music box. 

I felt like there could’ve been a lot more done here. Especially with how Viego interacts with his centuries old armies. Not to mention there probably could’ve been more dialogue between him and the other king. 

     “You..?” Viego rises from his throne, gripping the blade at his side, “You dare challenge my authority? My royal blood?” Eyebrows crease in anger at the ascended being. A heat he hadn’t experienced in some thousand years arose in his chest at the sudden insult from someone who came from nothing. 

     “You claim ruler-ship without birthright. You are no more an abomination than I am, fool! Only at least I keep the form of my previous flesh, while your body succumbed to the damnation of the sun. I will not kneel to anyone. Especially someone of filthy slave blood!” His voice, once claim, had raised.

      “Mordekaiser... I’ve only heard vague words and read books of his existence. Regardless of who he is, there’s no doubt in my mind that as one king to another I’ll leave his territory to his own devices. I’ve no interest in his conquest. My goals differ.” 

The king cocks a brow. Curiosity piqued his eyes with the mention of the name... Mordekaiser, a King of a region more northward aways from Viego’s own home. As a boy, he’s heard terrifying stories of his reign and his possible return. To his knowledge now, he and that tyrant are both cursed with a similar magic. Perhaps that’d be the only thing they have in common. Either way, Viego chose not to interfere with any affairs dealing with the particular death lord. 

Spectral eyes gazed upon the lands, a blade in hand and his grip tight. Viego turns his head to face him, his ire becoming more visible the longer he stared. For the reason he had to be were in the whispers of Isolde. His blade spoke to him, where exactly she was this entire time. And just what she had experienced. The king’s glare gave no quarter. 

     “In times of thought, I must stay silent. For the words of my love... she has quite the stories within her. Especially with that woman... Senna... that was her name.” 

He makes a step, now fully facing the warden with egregious discontent. Viego takes steps down from the balcony, passing Thresh some feet away. Something about his aura was more sinister. Malicious. Followed by the tinge of melancholy as well. From the way he stood, and the way he walked. Only negative feelings. All channeled towards his loyal warden. 

     “I trust that you of all people would know that name, am I correct?” 

     “Love is one of the few things that gave me a purpose. That gave me a reason to even breathe whenever I arose from my slumber...” 

Viego stands before the aspect. Would he be judged for his crimes? If that was her intention, then he would take whatever she would have to say to him. The dark angel, a rumored witch... but he knew of who she was. What she does. And redemption for him was beyond reach. Death claimed him too late for her to save him. Perhaps his justification would be the only thing he has left to explain himself to her. 

     “But this world stole that away from me. Magic that they claimed to be blessed only sullied my precious Isolde. An insult to her once immeasurable beauty.  Turning her against me in her own madness. That I cannot stand. That I will not stand. No more.” 

The man manifests his blade to his side, rending it from the shadows. He plants the weapon bladefirst into the rotted dirt beneath him, looking to Morgana. 

      “Who I hated?” 

The questions catches the king off guard. Why this mortal would ask him such a question so suddenly brought fascination. And curiosity. For the brief moment, Viego rises from his throne of cruelty and regards the stranger. A glare that could slay an entire legion surfaces from his face to her. 

     “Everyone. The family that expected too much of me. The people who desired I to govern. The world who took away my love for their own reasons of disruption. And for that, all must suffer. All must feel the pain that I feel. For the world hath earn my scorn.” 

Viego, despite his words, kept his own composure ensuring that he didn’t allow his emotions to get out of hand. For his anger alone already caused much destruction. The mist tied his emotions demanded more, after all. The king of ruin seats himself upon his throne again, leaning back with ease.