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It was a lovely summer morning - birds flying high, the sun was shining and so many flowers were in bloom. You always loved nature and its wonders - probably because you were a goddess of fertility. Blooming flowers always were your weakness for the intoxicating smell they produce. It was to be a wonderful day where you would meet the daughters of Benzo for your long awaited flower picking. You could hardly wait to pick all the different colored flowers to bring them home to your mother - a goddess of the harvest, agriculture, fertility, sacred law and some might call her the mother goddess because of the marriage to your father Vander - the king of gods.
You stormed to your father, who was sitting on his throne in Piltover - the city of gods. You kissed his cheek and with a little „Bye father“ you were gone to your meeting with the daughters of Benzo.
Your nimble feet carried you quickly to the gigantic flower meadow with countless beautiful sprouts of the earth. Every flower was more beautiful than the other and soon the other goddesses arrived - bringing baskets made of fine fabric to gently carry the delicate gifts of nature.
Yet you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong in this breathtaking scenery, like something or someone was watching you. Not just today - the past few months if not years you had this feeling inside you and it scared you to death. The call of your name brought your mind back to the beautiful meadow.
„Are you coming dearest or are you going to stand on the same flower patch for the next century?“ one of the women asked. She was right - you are not going to let a mere thought ruin your day. So you started picking up the prettiest of the flowers that you could lay eyes on, always looking for a more beautiful one. You find so many types of flowers: roses, crocuses, violets, irises, hyacinth’s and many others blooming in the brightest colors. Suddenly one special flower was catching your eyes - a flower more beautiful than any other one from the meadow. It was a daffodil - a „angel's tears daffodil“ as you knew very well from your mother. Actually you never liked this kind of flower, but today it was the most exquisite thing in the meadow. You walked up to it and watched it for a while - what a gorgeous little thing. For all - immortal gods or mortal humans the daffodil was a sight to see and the smell of it bewitched your mind and senses. Yet only you could see its beauty. You stretch out your hand to pick it up, putting your delicate fingers around the plant and slowly picking it up from the meadow. At this moment the sky darkened with heavy thunderclouds and all life in Piltover seemed to stand still - in shock and fear of what’s to come. The ground not far from you was ripped apart like a dangerous infernal pit leading to the worst part of the underworld. You could hear the thunder of horses' hooves and their infernal whinny was the most frightening sound you've ever heard. And then he rose from fire and flames: Silco - god of the underworld, bringer of death, the one with many names - feared by both mortals and immortals. In his golden chariot drawn by a team of four immortal, pitch black horses he rose from the Undercity (as the underworld was called sometimes) laughing the most infernal way. He had two different colored eyes, one cerulean and one in black with a red ring of hell for an iris. That eye was surrounded by deep scars of darker complexion. That eye now pinned you to the ground you stood on just by looking at you. You looked around you but no one was to be seen - you seemed alone at the meadow and your fear overcame you. You were unable to move, to run away, to call for help immediately. Then Silco came, driving his chariot down the meadow in your direction. Then your feet began to move on their own - you ran. But of course you were too slow against a horse drawn chariot. You felt an arm veiled in black and the color of red wine layed around your waist and lifted your feet off the ground as the horses took back off into the air. Your voice found its way back to your throat so you cried, screamed for help but a voice dark like the darkness itself and smooth like the silk robe that Silco wore spoke to you - paralyzing your whole body with its luring sound. „There you are - my wife to be. Scream all you want, nobody will hear you. You are mine and only I shall hear your voice from now on, my beloved.“ and with that he finally pulled you into the chariot when your vision went dark.
You awake in a warm environment so warm you’d almost say it’s hot.
„I told you to get it done in the human world…. Oh is… THAN WHY ARE YOU STILL STANDING HERE YOU BUFFOONS. KILL THAT BOY. AND GO … OUT… OF MY SIGHT.“ , the shouting made your eyes shoot wide open. You’re laying in a four poster bed, silk fabric hangs from the sides - bathing your vision in a white veil. But the peace doesn’t hold up long.
A door behind you opens and someone storms in. The highly angered dark voice roams the place you're in.
With an exasperated, now more quietly voice it says „Why do I always have to work with idiots, who try to ruin my day just with their simple existence.“, the male voice sighs hopelessly and you could hear steps coming in your direction and quickly closed your eyes before the steps stopped at your side.
The bed beside you shifts slightly and you could feel someone watching you from the near. Strangely enough you had the same feeling as the months and years ago - it feels like something light that’s crawling up and down your spine.
„Everyone should just leave me to my work - except you, my little spring flower. You shall be the only one worthy of consuming my time.“, he says and now you are certain - it was Silco.
His long and graceful fingers stroked your cheek so incredibly gently, that you almost turned your head in bliss. But a knocking on the door shattered the created illusion. Silco growled in anger - vaporized in a wind of black smoke. Your eyes opened immediately and you turned on your belly to peek over the headboard of the bed, which was facing the door. Silco rematerialized at the door with his hand over the handle, slowly pushing it down. He isn’t covered in a long robe anymore - now he wears a shorter one with gold lining which cut his already sharp, slim statue even sharper. His short black hair was streaked with lines of fine silver hair which were shining like polished coins. Small blue flames could be seen, shooting up the silver hair and ending at the tip of the hair, constantly burning into the air. From this perspective, you were no longer afraid of him, but fascinated by this dark yet sensual figure.
„Who dares bother Silco, the god of the underworld?'' His voice was dangerously low and angry. You could not hear what was being said, but the moment he closed the door again he spoke to you without looking at you in a low, exhausted voice.
“Hope you enjoyed yourself watching the lord of the underworld being tortured alive while working… little spring flower.”, now he even looked as exhausted as his voice made you suspect.
You anxiously remembered that your standing was below him, you instantly raised from the bed and quickly kneeled before him with head low and directed your eyes towards his feet.
“I beg forgiveness, my lord. It was not my intention.”
He turned his whole body to you and yet kept silently watching you, while your knees slowly began to burn in pain. You winced a bit and then saw his hand reach for your chin. He pulled you by your chin to your feet, but you kept your eyes directed towards his feet.
“Look at me.”, he snarled in the most emotionless way you have ever heard. Your eyes widened but you didn’t look up - you were too scared to face the wrath in his hellish eye.
He tugged harshly on your chin “LOOK… at me.”, now anger swings in his voice. Good grief - you angered the lord of the Underworld, woe you - now he will incinerate you. Fear grabbed your heart in a grip of burning iron, yet still you obeyed, and lifted your eyes from his feet. Instead of rage you were greeted with a sweet smile and challenging gaze. Your eyes widened in surprise as a short chuckle escaped Silco’s lips.
„Do you really think I would hurt you, when I brought you here to the Undercity myself? My my, what do the children get taught about me nowadays?“ he asks and slightly turns his head to give expression to his question.
„Um… well…“, you didn’t know what to tell him - because what indeed was taught about him was mostly not in his favor.
„Well…?“, Silco raises the eyebrow over his good eye and the smile disappears.
„They… they… taught us…“, you couldn’t convince the word to leave your throat. He waits patiently for the answer.
„They taught us that you are a horrible creature full of hatred and rage. A man only living off the bad in this world who takes deep satisfaction in the suffering of others, even feasts on it.“, you were more than uncomfortable and the stare he gave you was like an ominous herald of bad things to come. But he chuckled - laughed even. A dark, deep throated laughter which filled the hallways of the underworld like a veil of evil.
When he ended his laughter he said „My my my. Vander really surpassed himself in telling lies about me… I know we weren't close after the war but THAT is really something…“, sarcasm could be heard in his voice - no something harder… irony… maybe even sadness?
He must have seen your inquiring gaze because his hand on your chin wandered up to cup your whole cheek. He looked directly in your eyes, a soothing gaze on his face.
„Don’t believe everything they taught you… because your dear father… is a lier and a thief.“, with that he stormed out, leaving you confused standing in the middle of the room.
The next few weeks you were trapped in your room. Which gave you a lot of time to inspect your ‚prison’. It was made of black marble which was streaked with white. You found a shelf which contained countless paperrolls of news from Piltover, portrayals of different views of Piltover and the human world, as well as statues of Silco in different; magnifique-containing positions. You even had a window with the most hellish view outside. Beneath your window you could glimpse an endless lake of veilish smoke. Those were the souls of the dead - lingering in the river of souls - the Shimmer. You could see countless souls rising, who in agony were trying to wriggle out of the river. A terribly sad sight for a goddess of fertility. Silco had locked the door after leaving you and it only opened for a little demon who introduced himself as Deckard. He was an imbecile of low intellect, which made itself known when he opened his toothy snout. So it was only a matter of time before he lost the key in your room and left the door open after Silco had a tantrum and called for his servant.
So you took your chance leaving your prison. You found yourself in more marble halls leading in every direction. A grunt behind you made you shriek and turn. A eurynomos stood grinning behind you looking at you like a hunter at his prey. With a voice that lacked any form of empathy he spoke to you.
„WhAt Do We HaVe HeRe?? MeAt - AnD tHaT oF a GoDdEsS tHaT iS! WhAt Do YoU Do In ThE rEaLm Of OuR lOrD SiLcO, oH sOvErEiGn OnE?“
You didn’t answer - since you already plotted your way out. But the eurynomos growled and sprinted towards you in attack.
No way out. There was NO way out.
In this moment a black steam of black smoke swirled around you and out of it rose Silco, laying his arm around protectively and with that protecting you with his body.
With a resounding voice the lord of the underworld was present. „How dare you touch my wife - the queen of the underworld, you wretched creature!“
A swift snap of his fingers and the eurynomos was covered in devastating blue flames, slowly incinerating his soul out of existence in a scream of pain and suffering.
When the creature was burned to a crisp Silco grabbed you by the shoulders then with one hand by your chin, examining every inch of your body.
In an attempt to calm matters down, you gently reached for the side of his head where that hellish eye was embedded. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked in your eyes once again. With the most soothing voice you said to him:
„Lord Silco - I‘m fine. Please don’t worry so much about me.“
A mixture of relief and happiness painted his face.
„I thought I would lose you. All my powers couldn't protect me from falling in love with you. And so a world without you is something I do not wish to think about.“, he admitted and it sounded more than honest.
The puzzle pieces in your head fell in place…
„You were the one always watching me, weren’t you?“, you asked with your hand wandering in place to cup his cheek. He nodded and leaned into your touch. His nose came to rest on your thumb and he sighed.
„Once I saw you from the undercity, I simply couldn’t take my eyes of you nor stop listening to your voice. It was like a siren's call leading my ship into treacherous waters. You were beautiful, creative, lovely, bright and so much more…“ he paused shortly. „… and I knew I had to possess you. Making you my wife - my queen.“
You were shocked - you barely knew each other and yet he wished to make you his wife…. You should be angry, furious, mad about how he snapped you from earth's surface and dragged you into the underworld against your will. But you couldn‘t. The way he reacted back in your room made you think… maybe… maybe he was an outcast just wanting someone to talk to… or to love…. You wondered what led to his banishment and what your father had to do with it. But all your thoughts suddenly evaporated into nothingness.
He slowly reached for the back of your head and pulled you into a deep, entrapping kiss. You leaned into his touch and kiss - your tongues dancing like being enchanted. Your whole body felt light, like a cloud in the blue canopy of heaven. Silcos other hand found your hip pressing you flush against him. You stood a while like this - kissing deeply, touching the very soul of the other.
„Lord Silco…“, you could squeeze out between breaths.
Silco could barely tear himself from your lips but when he did, he said something that made a volcano of heat explode in your body.
„ Just Silco will suffice and now my little spring flower…“, he picked you off your feet bridal style to look deep in your eyes, his voice now a deep growl of lust,
„… now I’m going to devour you.“