I do not know why the hive chose me. But it did.

Viktor and the Hexcore, or whatever remained of it. We’re now one, his skin marred in tones of glowing purple.

and I think that it always had. The song is loud and beautiful. And I am so very afraid..

Viktor as a child, a genius in the wrong place. A winner among so many losers. Building from scraps, had elevated to hextech.

there’s a wasps nest in my attic. perhaps it can sooth my itching soul

Viktor in the lanes, blue cloak over his body. His cane at his side, you get a glimpse at what’s left of him. The man you played with in the lanes. His rise to greatness and his fall to… whatever this was.