Mechanical heart (Viktor x OC)

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Elvira leaned her back against the wall of a house in Emberflit alley. Her surroundings were damp and smelled of mold and wet concrete, the usual scent of the undercity. She wore her mask and her hair was concealed by the hood of her cloak. 

Her hair had turned completely white after she got her magic back. The procedure was so hard on her body that it turned her hair white from stress and pain. 

She and Ash had asked around during the week after the young girl arrived at her place, asking for the machine herald and where he resides. They didn't get any direct answers, but they did find out where he works and where he usually goes. So after Ash followed him around for a few hours, he found this place. 

Elvira used her magic to make herself super light on her feet so that she could sneak inside the house without being caught. She slowly unlocks the door, before sneaking inside. The place reeked of burning flesh and metal. What kind of man is this? she asked herself as she quietly made her way around the room. 

The room was filled with inventions, books and notes, machines, and tools. Along the walls were jars containing organs made of both flesh and steel, floating in green liquids. There was an old wooden desk in one of the corners, filled with papers, pens, and tools. Against the wall next to the desk, stood a steel cane, which caught Elvira's attention. She walked over to it and brought her hand out to look closer at it when a deafening sound filled her ears. 

Her eyes shot to her right, where there some device was hovering close to her, sizzling with electricity. "Who are you, and what are you doing in my house," a voice spoke from behind Elvira. The voice was robotic and distorted, and when she turned her body around to look at the owner of the voice, she was met with a man covered in steel and machinery. 

"The machine herald," she said, with a mocking tone to her voice. He did not like this however, as he raised some robotic arm that was attached to his shoulder, and it started glowing while pointing at her. 

"Who are you," he asked again, voice clearer than before. Elvira noticed a faint accent to his voice, that reminded her of Viktor. But a lot of people in Zaun had accents like that, including Singed, who she had worked with in the past.

"Who I am? I am the one who has had to clean up the messes you've made," Elvira said while raising a magical shield around her, should he attack with that glowing hand of his. "My mess?" he asked, taking a step closer to her. "Yes, your mess."

Elvira reached her hand into her pocket and pulled out a fleshy piece of steel, placed it down into the desk, and stepped aside to let him look at it.

"I had a ten-year-old girl brought into my lab a week ago, with melted steel poured over her legs. You wanna know why?" she said with harshness in her voice. "Someone from the church of the glorious evolved was trying to augment their child. They obviously had no idea what they were doing, and they were probably poor and desperate. So I had to spend hours cutting this off of the child's legs. She doesn't have working legs anymore, because of you," she pointed her finger at him.

"Watch it," he warned, but he didn't scare Elvira. Not one bit.

"I don't care whether you're aware of your followers or not, but you are responsible for their actions. So if you don't fix this shit, I will make you mix it," she threatened, to which he only laughed. "I sure would like to see you try."

His face was covered by a metallic mask, but Elvira could imagine his smug look underneath it, which made her blood boil. "Who are you anyway," she asked, wanting to know the face of the cold person behind the mask. 

He just snarled at her, before firing off the arm attached to his face, sending a fiery beam straight towards Elvira. Her shield blocked the attack, and she raised her hand, to send a magical beam back at him, matching the intensity. 

He jumped out of the way just before it hit him, and he was intrigued by her power. "Magic, huh? Long time since I have seen magic like that," he said, noticing the feeling of the magic felt familiar to him. "Too bad you had to see it in a situation like this," she said through gritted teeth before jumping into the air, using her magic to boost her, as she jumped over him, and landed behind him too fast for him to reach, and fired a shocking bolt of magic straight at his back. 

The magic went through his armor and filled his body with a warm feeling. And he recognized it immediately. "Wait," he tried to say, but Elvira was quick on her feet, already sending another wave at him, hitting him in the side. "I thought you were supposed to be the machine herald, but you fight like a little boy," Elvira taunted, causing him to growl in annoyance.

He summoned his levitating device, which he sent towards Elvira. The device spat out electricity, which Elvira was not able to shield against, and it left her stunned. She looked closer at it and recognized it as a hextech device. It responded with her own hextech gemstone. And as a result, both her magic and the hextech device wouldn't work on each other. 

"What?" he asked, not understanding what was happening. He didn't know about her gemstone. Elvira quickly got back on her feet, moving closer to him, summoning her magic to root his feet to the ground. She used her robotic arm to grab onto the cane placed by the desk and swung it at him.

But his reflexes were too good for her, and he grabbed onto her arm, causing her hood to fall down, and her hair to spill out from its hiding place as well. "That's unusual," he observed, while Elvira was trying to rip her arm out of his grasp. "I will ask you one last time. Who are you," he asked, his face close to her own. He was so close, it was no problem for him to rip off her mask.

"Sparrow," she spat, and he was quiet for a few seconds before he started laughing. His laugh wasn't normal though, it was filled with despair, madness, and disbelief. "You have to be fucking kidding me," he said before lifting his hand to grab her mask. Elvira shocked his hand with her magic before he could grab onto the mask, and he flinched back giving her an opening to get free from his grasp.

"You idiot," he said angrily before reaching to grab her again, but she stepped back. She summoned her magic again, before firing ten bolts of magic straight at him, while trying to run for the door. This was getting too much for her, and she knew it. With that device canceling out her magic whenever it was close to her, she didn't stand a chance.

But just as she was close to the door, the deafening sound came again, as the device was hovering behind her, canceling out her magic at the same time as the machine herald fired his beam at her feet, tripping her over. 

He walked over to her and grabbed onto her shirt, lifting her up and slamming her against the wall, before ripping her mask clean of her face. "I fucking knew it," he spat, before throwing her to the ground. Elvira reached her hand up to her face, trying to hide it from view. 

"Why the fuck did you do that!" she asked, panicking from the lack of disguise. She felt safe when hiding behind her mask, and now she was exposed. 

The metal arm attached to his back reached behind his head and undid the buckles holding his mask in place. Once his mask fell too, Elvira choked on her own breath.

"Viktor."