#chaoticsonder

“It’s true,” she admitted with a smile and a shrug. “But it might make it worse to allow it, right?” Her hands were warm, like she’d been sitting in the sun, and they scratched softly behind his ears and around the base of his braided hair. “After all, you’re pretty soft.”

“No,” he said with a shake of his head, the feeling of a strange set of hands around his ears left him feeling uncomfortable, not that he’d show it. “You’ll have your chance and then have the memory to soothe yourself with.”

Katarina stopped, blinked, opened her mouth, closed it again, frowned a little, and then spoke.

“Almost anything,” she says. “Why?”

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Fallen Angel, in which Noxus would be more like a heaven and Demacia being hell. Because I feel the true fall of Demacia would be their own hubris and failure to see their own flaws. Regardless, Riven would lose a battle and eventually fall. Like some champion maybe Yasuo would be the equivalent of Micheal and Riven being Lucifer would fall. He’d be seen as a hero, leaving her wings broken and part of her power gone.

Riven would go to a purgatory because that’s where all the lost souls go, then she would find her blade left by someone who didn’t need it to cross over anymore. Their task was to break it to pass but her task is to reforge it, unfortunately she wouldn’t know how to.

Let’s get Darksiders in here real fast. Go to Earth and save the humans, that’s your side of redemption. Unfortunately Riven was one of the best soldiers of heaven so Demacia’s own “Hellguard,” (using Darksiders terminology) is sent to stop her, not really caring about the human casualties, their plot is to get the upper hand on Heaven (Noxus.)

Riven is essentially war and throughout her journey she is slowing reforging the sword to it’s former glory.

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See, why can’t more people be this nice?  No talking armadillos, no weird spider legs, no giant fishes asking me to dinner, no snarky manchildren shouting at me like they’re socially inept.  Thank you...uh...Rose.