‘Not…Enough…’
The Voidreaver’s thoughts came together finally after an evening kill. The vicious Voidborn cleaned the blood off his scythes with its mandibles, savoring the taste. But this kind of prey was too easy, not strong enough to help Kha’Zix’s single goal for his existence. To devour and evolve beyond his brethren and kin still in the Void, above the creatures of Valoran and sentient beings that dwelled here. He would be the highest form of predator, with no equal now and forever. This wasn’t some mere lust for power; it was his instinct to evolve to such a degree, there was nothing could change that.
That instinct would in itself change shortly.
Without warning, Kha’Zix was tackled from the side by a large beast. No. Not just any beast but a large white man-tiger with claws and a wicked blade. A being that by all rights the Voidreaver should have noticed in advance, but could not. The moment of surprise gave the man-tiger a chance to deliver brutal damage on Kha’Zix.
“GRAWWWHHHHH--!!”
A piercing screech of agony brought the Voidreaver into frenzy, immediately retaliating with one of his scythes across the face of the man-tiger slicing through the left eye! At the same time, Kha’Zix manipulated his wings and legs to push off the large man-tiger and re-establish footing. The white hunter roared with anger, and the Voidreaver cried in fury, both sides clashed together, fighting and hunting each other through the dense woods, continuing the assault for hours…
Time passed slowly, but eventually a fight to the death played out over the course of a single night. The white tiger-man covered in more crimson fur than white and out of bolas, looked with one clear azure eye at his hunt. The Voidreaver with his appendages that evolved over the course of the hunt to help him win became decimated or unusable. Neither side made any progress. For the first time, Kha’Zix had an unusual feeling. Was it fear or elation? Before he could figure it out, he saw a faint smile on the face of the tiger-man who was breathing heavily. The hunter stepped back slowly, making an expression with his free hand across his own neck…
[CENTER]“You are my hunt…”[/CENTER]
The hunter enters the bush behind him and disappears. Kha’Zix is on alert…but with his senses peaked during the course of the fight; he knows the tiger-man has retreated. But that doesn’t mean it was cowardly, as Kha’Zix’s leg gave out under him forcing a kneeled position. The Voidreaver was still bleeding from open wounds which were taking much longer than usual to recover.
“…Ha…haha…”
A chuckle? The Voidreaver couldn’t understand why, but he felt the need to laugh while his mouth continued to drool. Broken and wounded, the Voidborn hungered, such an opponent-
“SUCH A MEAL! I YEARN TO DEVOUR!”
His instinct to evolve was finally brought forth vocally, an opponent that matched him? Yes, truly a meal that could be a huge step forward for Kha’Zix’s purpose. His scythes trembled with excitement because for the first time since stepping foot here in Valoran, the Voidreaver found a worthy meal. He felt nothing before this fight, like everything was clouded in darkness and he consumed for no purpose. But now, he knows why he seeks to evolve. To be stronger than that hunter, and consume him. The Voidreaver once again cleaned his scythes; the blood was divinely delicious as he drank every single drop.
Without warning though, one of his scythes cuts straight backwards-
“WAHHH!!”
With a panicked scream, Ram Steed wakes up! ‘W-what the..? A dream?’ Ram thought as he covered his face, he felt a cold sweat over his whole body. He closed his eyes attempting to think…but cannot remember what he dreamt about. He looked at the time, an hour before the interview. Ram sighed and shook his head.
“Oh man it is today…”
He claps his face, attempting to remove his state of dreariness as he gets up and gets changed. Today was going to be interesting, the first interview of the newest Voidborn Kha’Zix, who surprisingly tried to infiltrate the premises of the league trying to find the Pridestalker. He almost made it but fortunately a few top summoners spotted him and managed to contain him. No deaths, but many summoners are missing limbs now and some even quit, the mental trauma was too much.
“And I have to talk with it? Ha, such misfortune.” The journalist sighed. He put on his robe and headed out to the League.
Ram Steed walked for some time through the halls, eventually to the containment wing. It was here that Kha’Zix was given a ‘habitat’ to be confined in, although the difference was that the Voidborn was…unruly. Ram could hear the sounds of the scythes grinding and slicing stone, the screeches of rage came from the Voidreaver down the long hall. Some high-summoners and researches talked with one another, considering if the current holding cell would take much more punishment.
“Um…pardon me? I am Ram Steed, independent journalist. I am here for the Kha’Zix interview…”
One of the summoners turns to Ram, fixing his glasses-
“Yes Mr. Steed, we are aware of your profession but right now the Voidreaver is enraged still over being unable to reach Rengar. It might not be in your best interest to go in.”
“Oh…” Actually the information coming straight from a League official made Ram calmer, a day not having to talk to a wild angry Voidborn means another day alive-
“Wait.”
A bone-chilling raspy voice echoed from the confinement room, everyone turned to the sealed door-
“…Let him in. I won’t kill him. He is not worth tasting.”
Ram’s spine froze. ‘Wait! That’s not fair you were just angry a second ago, it’s a trap!’ The journalist’s thoughts rang out.
“Hmm, you seem calm now Voidborn! But why should we believe you?” A summoner inquired.
“Because I wish to have him send a message to the Pridestalker, which is why I want him alive.”
‘Gah…’ The journalist got a bad feeling about this, but his honorable newsworthy heart couldn’t bear to turn down such a scoop.
“Fine! I am coming in!”
After some discussion and reluctance, the summoners allowed the Ram in, signing about a dozen waivers and legal documents first. The inside of the room is a warm and humid jungle, quite amazing what the League can do for Champions. When the door shuts fast behind the journalist, two piercing green eyes light up in the darkest part of the bushes-
“What did you want?”
“I wanted to ask you a few questions.”
Kha’Zix’s eyes shrink, appraising the journalist. They disappear completely, and Ram Steed walks a step forwards before only slightly feeling something press against his throat on both front and back sides. Kha’Zix materializes seemingly out of thin air with a vice-lock of his blades on the poor man. Ram tried his best to hide his trembling but couldn’t help it with the Voidborn’s eyes staring at him from his side-
“Hahaha…you are so afraid. Good, you will make an appropriate messenger. Ask away fleshling.”
Kha’Zix fades away again, the deadly cutting brace loosened from Ram’s neck as the Voidborn materialized in front of him, standing a bit taller than the journalist with its scythes at its sides. After taking a moment to calm his nerves, Ram proceeds to talk-
“So, as you might be aware, in the League we have quite a few champions who you might have a relation with.”
“…”
“I was wondering, what do you think of Cho’Gath?”
“Cho’Gath?” The Voidreaver seemed confused. Ram suddenly realized that considering the circumstances it might be likely he hasn’t seen the Terror of the Void.
With a quick spell, Ram conjures a life-sized illusion of Cho’Gath to help Kha’Zix see-
“This is the Terror of the Void, it gorges and feasts on its prey, growing in size constantly…”
“Hah! A Voidborn that simply grows bigger as it eats? That one is a failure, such a weak existence. Although this Cho’Gath could serve a better purpose of being a magnificent feast to me, considering how big it is I could make a few meals out of it.”
The Voidreaver wipes a bit of drool thinking of how long it would consume the Terror. Ram shakes its head and conjures another illusion of Kog’Maw-
“This is Kog’Maw the Mouth of the Abyss. Unlike Cho’Gath it has more acidic attacks and devours its melting victims-“
“Wait, I know this one.”
Ram was surprised, as were the summoners on the other side of the gate listening in. The Voidreaver looks curiously at the illusion…and then flinches as if remembering something.
“Well, actually not this one, another of its kind. It was much smaller than this Voidborn, I ambushed and consumed it in a few bites. I wasn’t aware their kind exploded upon death, and for a week I was unable to eat correctly. Then its ‘father’ showed up, I had to retreat losing one of my scythes.”
Although the memory wasn’t a good one, Kha’Zix’s mandibles formed a smile-
“Another one that I must consume later when I have evolved…it will be delicious...”
Ram Steed coughed, and although he wanted to inquire about Rengar, another thought occurred and he decided to inquire something else.
“I see. I have another question for you, side-tracking a bit. You seem to be obsessed with evolution…”
Ram Steed reveals an image of the Machine Herald, the Voidreaver looks curiously at the illusion.
“This is Viktor the Machine Herald, the first human to follow as he puts it ‘The Glorious Evolution’. He changed almost his entire body to machinery, to evolve it technologically. I might be skimming a few things but what do you think of him?”
The Voidreaver narrows its eyes, and its mouth made something close to a grin.
“You fleshlings have such interesting ideas. I can understand this Viktor’s lust to become more than himself. But, a natural evolution will always be more supreme than an artificial one. Always.”
{{ I chose Viktor as the inquiry because his mission is probably the most similar in a way to Kha’Zix’s own purpose, Evolution. I wouldn’t be surprised if other people made the connection as well. }}
“I see, that brings us to my final question about Rengar-“
“You can stop right now.”
The Voidreaver immediately puts the end of one of his scythes to Ram’s throat, naturally, the journalist stopped talking.
“Allow me to make this clear. That hunter and I have unsettled business, you can ask him about it but I won’t tell you anything. Instead, you can now fulfill the end of the bargain.”
“The message for Rengar?” Ram says, his voice once again a bit nervous. The Voidreaver gets in close, its face directly in front of the journalist’s, Ram can see a bit of saliva dripping from its mandibles. It’s voice quakes with anticipation as the Voidreaver visualizes the Pridestalker in front of him-
“Tell him this word for word:”
[CENTER]“No Pridestalker, you are MY PREY!”[/CENTER]
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Summoner Report #3250195-09
Summoner: Alex Drabio
Subject: Kha'Zix, the Voidreaver
Observation Purposes: To analyze the activities of the Voidborn during the day.
5:30 AM: No visible activity, bushes and trees slowly wave back and forth. Assistant reminded me there is no wind in containment chamber, the Voidborn is awake.
6:15 AM: Breakfast, we (through proper safety procedures) bring a plate of different kinds of foods to the center of the chamber. Once the researcher has left we observe behavior.
7:30 AM: Food still there, Kha'Zix has not revealed himself. We still wait.
9:30 AM: Food has more than likely gotten cold by now, however we need to test battle capabilities of the Voidreaver, a 'donated dragon adolescent' was given for the testing purposes. We must be prepared to sacrifice life to save lives of others, lest we want the Void to kill us all.
10:00 AM: Dragon is released inside containment room, no reaction. The dragon looks about and lays down, it seems alert...
11:30 AM: Dragon looks over to plate of food, it must have grown hungry as it moves over to consume.
11:31 AM: Kha'Zix strikes! It waited for the dragon to be distracted and a fierce battle emerged. The Voidborn leaped from the brushes and did terrifying damage with its scythes. The dragon's breath did hurt it but the spikes launched from Kha'Zix seem to heal the Voidborn if it is close. Unusual effect that we must look into.
11:33 AM: Fight is over, Kha'Zix suffered at most moderate wounds, it is eating the dragon. I suppose as long as it gets a satisfactory meal it will wait patiently...
12:34 PM: Nothing but bones are left, the Voidborn grew magnificent wings, and proceeded to test them. The leaps have grown almost two-fold, predatory power has increased.
2:30 PM: Testing knowledge of Voidborn, we once again delivered not food but an assortment of books to the center of the containment room.
3:15 PM: Kha'Zix appears out of nowhere, his stealth was perfect. He 'sniffs' the books and kicks them aside. Although it looked like he wasn't interested he turned back around and appears to be looking at a book with a cooked chicken on it.
3:30 PM: One of the our researchers pointed out the book Kha'Zix was reading is a cook-book, with specialty into how to slice up meats and vegetables.
4:30 PM: The Voidborn is still combing through the last few pages of the cook-book, we are baffled by the Voidborn's interest in cooking. Finally it closes it and looks to a wall. Kha'Zix is scratching the wall again...
4:40 PM: Kha'Zix remains visible standing next to the wall, he seems to be pointing at it. We turn on the lights and he seems to have made a message-
'Bring me cow.'
5:00 PM: I have a headache, letting Summoner Karn take over the evening shift. Report Closed.
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