Woffle
"For it is he that they fear, not man or his armies. They fear the colossus."
In the great, technologically marvelous city of Demacia, the demigod G.A.L.I.O. keeps vigilant watch. Born as a bulwark against enemies of the great city, he often rests or trains for months until the presence of powerful opposition deems his dispatch necessary. Once activated, Galio makes the most of his time, savoring the thrill of a fight and the rare honor of defending his countrymen. But his triumphs are always bittersweet, for the power he destroys was at one point the source of his life, and each victory leaves him dormant once again, at least, in a sense.
Though, personal desires still remain a weakness to those considered demigods, especially among dormancy...
WARNING: I do not own any rights to League of Legends. This story may utilize "dead dove", as it may contain things you may find unsavory, relating to cheating, abuse, neglect, and otherwise. You have been warned. Don't like; don't read.
P.S. This story may eventually appear on AO3 and Royal Road.