Viktor x Reader

Forty-Four

With your teeth bared and breathing heavily, you clawed your way through the layers of solid wood to the other side of the room.

A bright blue shimmer hugged your face as you entered.

The air felt warmer, softer even.

Small sparks of light were in the air. They were almost like magical fireflies.

Both mesmerised and curious, you reached out to squish one of them in your hand.

Immediate regret overcame you as a sharp, electric pain chased through your limbs. It was as if lightning had struck you.

With your eyes wide open, you stumbled back and hit the wall.

For a moment, your vision blurred.

Your head felt dizzy.

"Fucking...", you gasped with lowered eyes and rubbed your forehead.

A trail of blood poured out of your nose again, over your lips and to the edge of your chin where drops fell onto your collar to colour it red.

You didn't notice.

All the feelings of your body were gone.

All you could feel was pain.

As the feeling of electricity vanished you felt full and empty. Almost like a hollow puppet.

Your mind was blank.

How did you get to this place?

Confusion made you tremble for a moment.

Cold sweat ran down your back.

Then the world was drowned in purple again.

Anger returned. It was a strange emotion, a strange feeling that tied your throat and corrupted your mind.

It didn't come from within you. It wasn't yours.

Rather it was like a parasite that nestled in your flesh and grew with every breath you took.

So this was what this strange liquid demanded as a price for power.

It devoured you, moment after moment. You needed it to keep breathing and for every breath it demanded you to give up a fraction of yourself.

Your mind already struggled.

What would happen once you reached the limit?

What would you become?

A brainless monster perhaps.

Or worse, nothing.

Nothing but remains of your former self, so hollow that you couldn't even be recognised by Viktor.

Only thinking about it was enough to make your mind snap back to reality.

The purple veil in your eyes flickered. Colours returned.

But the liquid didn't fully let go of you yet.

With the reclaimed clarity, you jumped to your feet and started going through the rows of glass containers.

Neither Singed nor Silco had been specific about what they needed.

All you knew was that Heimerdinger kept it hidden as if it were his most precious possession.

But all you could see was jars full of things that were so ordinary that even unskilled eye like yours knew what it was.

"Dammit!", you cursed while the influence of the liquid started to blur your senses again.

With your teeth clenched, you grabbed one of the shelves to keep yourself from falling.

Your head was spinning. Dizziness made your brain feel slow and your thoughts tough like honey.

Heimerdinger didn't have anything of value hidden in this place.

But Silco had insisted that there was something so valuable and important that even the Yordle wouldn't want it to be stolen.

Something he valued more than anything else.

A wave of nausea swept you off your feet.

Your eyes flickered.

The liquid already demanded it's sacrifices, so quickly and harsh that it seemed idiotic to you to use it.

A thin trail of blood poured from your nose and covered your lips as you hit the ground once again.

Exhaustion tied your throat and froze your limbs.

There was only one thing that the creature seemed to value and it was something that was seemingly unimportant.

Nothing more than a mere pet.

And yet.

Whenever he appeared somewhere, it was by his side, no matter if day or night.

It was never seen unattended.

"Poro...", it crossed your lips in a hoarse, shaky whisper.

A lightning of pain chased through your body.

With a silent scream, you twisted and turned, shaking under the pressure that your muscles let loose all at once.

As if possessed, you threw your head back while your legs twisted.

Foam formed in your mouth, poured out and covered your throat.

It was cold as it soaked into the fabric of your clothes.

Tears blurred your vision.

The world downed in a ghastly violet, evil and greedy for more pain.

A shaky breath crossed your lips and for that exact breath you though you weren't yourself anymore. It was as if another person had slipped into your body, took over control in an attempt to take your place.

Again, you gasped for air.

A warm feeling tore you from this poisoned state of mind.

Blood.

Blood poured from your nose, so harsh and hot, that it was enough to make you snap back to reality.

But there was something else as well.

A sharp yet dull pain remained stabbing into your chest. It was as if needles tried to make your pounding heart explode.

Was that the remaining power of the Arcane?

Or were you just lucky enough to withstand the influence of the liquid once more?

Whatever it was, you needed to use this moment.

Quickly, you jumped back to your feet, wiped the blood and foam from your mouth and crawled back through the hole.

A cool shiver crawled down your spine.

The office was a mess.

Papers were spread all across the floor. Books lay open, a few pages torn out.

Handprints of blood decorated furniture and seats.

It was a wonder that nobody had entered yet.

A silent curse escaped your lips as you made your way through the mess and back to the door.

Sounds seeped through the cracks.

You froze.

Your fingers trembled.

No, this wasn't real.

Quickly, you shook your head.

The noises died down. But the feeling that you were being watched remained.

Quickly, you opened the door, jumped out and smashed it close again.

Your own breath echoed inside your ears.

Cold sweat covered your entire body and forehead.

You could already feel the power over your senses slip from your grip again.

This purple liquid really was a gift from the devil.