Riven Mains

Riven could never find the strength to confide in another what had actually happened to her unit when Singed turned the melters onto her. The regular story had reached itself around, she fled a battle where her units and the Ionians were all being destroyed, and Singed had been the one to execute the attack. Despite that, or perhaps because of it, no one ever pressed her for more. Some nights, when she didn't fortify herself before sleep, her mind would drift back to the place. A single shot, bright blue rather than the standard green came flinging at her unit, and she tried to deflect it with her mighty blade. Unfortunately, the magical interaction had some adverse effects, although at first there was nothing, but then as if from the void grotesque digits and tendrils came out of her body, the center of the reaction. Unable to control it, she watched in terror as her augmented body reached out and grabbed Ionian and Noxian alike, violating their every hole, choking them, savagely fucking them to death. In some instances, tendrils impaling them from their bottom would worm their way through the body, out through the top. She couldn't stop it, the terrible rain of death and the brutal rape happening to both sides. The absolute worst, was that she could feel every sensation, it was as if she was the rapist and the rape victim at the same time. That fight took a lot out of her, all at once, and she would never fully recover. When the dreams came, she would wake up in a cold sweat, hyperventilating and inexplicably wet beyond compare. She would suffer with this pain, forever.

Thousands of miles away, Singed sat bemused, recounting the same situation. "If the dumb girl had just let it happen, they would have all been fucking, but she just had to play a hero." he said aloud, before laughing, mixing his brew all the while, the volatile blue mixture bubbling. That test years ago had proven it was perfect, he'd just have to use it on someone who wouldn't screw with it next time.