I dare u to make a decent fic out of the silliest crack ship u can come up with. ;)
In all his eons of studying, never had Nasus encountered a being like Mordekaiser. He remembers, still, the first time he laid eyes on the walking suit of armor. What a mystery he was, then. And though Nasus did his best to secure a moment with him after the match, Mordekaiser rebuffed him.
That, of course, only intensified the fascination; for how could Nasus hope to learn more about the being in the armor if he could not grow any closer to him?
So he read. He read all the books he could get his hands on. He did all he could to find another case like this, to find out who the spirit powering the armor might’ve been.
In the history of the world, in all the sands of time, there has always been something.
Except when it came to him.
Things are worse the next time they lane together. Nasus can’t help but notice the way the light shines off Morde’s armor; the way his eyes burn with stories untold.
It’s all he can do to listen to his summoner.
And so when the time comes—when Mordekaiser stretches out a gauntleted hand and points towards Nasus, when he hears the cruel laugh echoing in his mind, he falls to his knees.
One pained question leaves his maw:
“What are you?”
Only laughter. “Your downfall.”
Worldbending | North America (Tarahumara; Hochunk; Tohono O’odham; Potawatomi.)