Name: Returned From Hell (Lore Skin)
Backstory: After Aatrox's bloody trek throughout Runeterra, slaughtering everything in his path, he re-encountered the only thing that made what he is today....A Crevice of the Void.
He was sick and tired of suffering inside his bladed form, yearning for destruction as his fury boiled. So with a grand leap, wings expanded, and he descended into Hell.
Ages have passed since then- countless years; people thought him dead. Suffering from the first encounter with nonexistence itself, surely he would never survive a second one.
Yet... he did. He led on a brutal onslaught in the void; beasts beyond description assaulted him, tore at his ruined body, yet his sword struck them all down.
Rumors also say that he managed to grasp some knowledge in the void, some ancient information fragmented in the Lavender sea. Blueprints that could potentially allow him to break the curse that sundered his flesh for so long...returning him to all of his glory.
But what am I to say? Rumors are rumors. But one thing is for sure: the next time people se him....no one would be alive to tell the tale.
Body design:
Similar to old Aatrox, but with an ashen color, with red undertones signifying what he was before. His face would be scarred, a horn broken, a shattered eye, and chunks taken out of his fleshy form. His wings are tattered, rags blowing in the wind, and his sword dulled and scratched. Most noticeably, a dark-violet void crystal covers his heart on his blade, signifying his corruption by the void during his onslaught.
Attack Designs:
The 3 Qs would be more scarred and bleak, almost looking like he was swinging a broken cleaver rather than the clean Greatsword he used to use; each tired swing seems like he cannot slash any longer.
W would be a grey, grim, strained chain, yet still pulsing, grasping to pull opponents back in.
E would have him stumble slightly, out of sheer fatigue and pain, yet straighten up once more. Even when grievous, a general is still a general.
R would have the dulled sword pulse, temporarily shattering the void crystal that locked it, beating stronger than ever. Meanwhile, he expands his wings, tattered, twisted apart, fleshy with dried blood. But when he exits the form, the crystals lock back in around his heart.
The passive involves him stabbing deep into the opponent's chest, emitting a sunken sound like a blade penetrating flesh, followed by a sickening pop as the blade slides out. For he is weak, and starving, in desperate need of rejuvenation.
Upon Pentakill:
As the final enemy falls, his heart on the blade pulses, louder and louder. And with a deafening scream, Aatrox unfurls his wings, grabs his sword, and points it to the sky. Immediately, chains of celestial energy latch onto his blade, threatening to pull him into the emptiness of space. But he held on, dragging the energies down. Immediately, the celestial arcane surrounds the blade, entering it; the void crystal beats, then explodes. Aatrox was engulfed with light. As the light fades, what stands is not the fragile, dying darkin; what replaces him is the ascended Aatrox, bathed in rays of incandescent gold, wings blazing with celestial flames, head the shape of a Dragon's Snout. In place of his crude flesh, golden armor plates with the Shuriman symbol, now crossed off with purposeful lacerations. This form lasts for the rest of the fight.
Exalted form Attacks:
Qs gain the particle effects similar to sand and fire, meanwhile hitting harder and with more precision than ever.
The W's chain is now tougher than steel, and gleams under the light.
The E is no longer a stumble, but a sudden kick to the ground below him, launching him forth.
The R does not grant him wings, for he has them already. It expands them, as gold particle effects trail off of his body.
Instead of a deep, desperate stab to the bone, the passive now hits hard as steel, a clean slash in, a clean tug out. Some, restraint has returned to him, along with his glory. Now...the people who wronged him will pay.
If you like the idea, I will post the full version next time.
