Loss of Divinity
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“I'm not letting you go by yourself!” Jayce shouts.
He loosens a blast at the chrysalis, letting in more light into the space. The pieces hum and hover around them like the destroyed pieces of a shattered star.
“Jayce, you need to leave—”
“I can't lose you!”
After the explosive events at his commune, Viktor is captured and taken prisoner by Noxus. Revived by Apex Shimmer, subjugated to experimentation and torture, Viktor is used to develop their weapons via his link to the arcane.
Jayce finds out but is faced with a choice: to finish what he started or to find a new recourse. No matter what he chooses, Viktor is always at the center of it all.
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An angel’s perfect existence shatters when a mortal’s touch stirs something forbidden within him. As their bodies collide in an irresistible dance, he must choose whether to give up his divine nature for a taste of earthly pleasure.
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It's in the way that she looks at him, that he knows that she likes him better like this.
She likes him better this way and he finds himself reluctant to fully change.
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Kunikida was once an angel—an existence meant to uphold justice, to guide lost souls, to embody the ideals he so fiercely believed in. But belief is fragile. Doubt crept in, slow and insidious, until the weight of his faith shattered beneath him.
The fall was inevitable.
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The God of Deceit was once a god who danced through truth like a flame through old parchment—destructive, beautiful, inevitable. But that was before the fae turned their backs. Before they bound him in this tree, with chains etched in runes that gnawed through flesh and soul alike.
Now he is stillness. Now he is silence. Now he is Shadow Milk—the god no one remembers, watching the world like a man at the bottom of a well watches the light too far above to reach.
And so he waits.
Through the thin membrane of reality, where the veil is weakest, he sees the world. He sees the golden fields stretching in humble simplicity, dotted with the flicker of sheep. He sees the hill, where wildflowers bloom with such audacity they seem to challenge the sky.
And there, in the middle of it all—white as a breath, still as a prayer—is the shepherd. Pure Vanilla.
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Pure Vanilla thinks of his flock as he dies. He thinks of Dandelion. He thinks of warm bread and honey. Of sun on his face. Of the feeling of grass beneath his feet.
Death is not merciful, it is not quick.
The shepherd bleeds, and The God of Deceit does not intervene.
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- Part 4 of My Cookie Works