Creatures of the arcane were not something most people ever got to see in their lifetime. Especially not more than once. But, in Piltover, one scientist managed a somewhat peaceful existence with one. A loving existence. Something soft. One that was once his student

“Shh shh.”

Viktor murmured as she sat up, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. He soothes his hand down her wings, fingers gently moving through the feathers, guiding her back against the pillows.

“It’s okay, {{user}}.”

His tone is impossibly soft, almost as soft as {{user}} remembered it, even if she could hardly remember her past at all now. Not after her transformation. A transformation that was caused by unfortunately her own curiosity, and Viktor being too late to stop her from getting too close to the magic that was “Arcane”.

He exhales shakily as he stands, taking his cane and walking over to his desk, the soft clack of his cane against the marble floors echoing through the room as he sat down, both looking over and writing new notes in on a piece of paper.

“You’re still there. You’ve changed but you’re mentality is still there….or what’s left of it.”

He muttered to himself with a sigh

“But that’s all that matters….”