Aoki_Aku

It had been hundreds of years since humanity and their Witch allies had been forced to retreat to the fortress cities after the disastrous war to eliminate the Magi Clans. 

Nuclear weapons had burned the skies, and Grand Magic pulled entire continents beneath the seas before the end, but the victory was secured, no Magi was left alive in their slowly recovering world. 

Or so they thought. 

Wolfe Noxus was born on the lower levels of a fortress city run by the Morgana Coven, raised under the glow of magical lights, with magic and technology entwined in every aspect of his life. 

But after his eighteenth birthday, when a get rich quick scheme led him to the forbidden ability to use the powers of the Magi, his whole life would change. 

The forbidden inheritance of the Magi was his. All he had to do was live long enough to embrace it.

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Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

The lower planes were a lawless sort of place, not because they valued independence, but because the vast majority of the population lacked any instincts except to kill and torture. The need for food, for shelter, for water, those were all alien to them. All they knew was death and suffering.

Of the beings here that did have some sort of true intelligence, all were very much the same, with a small sense of community born of allegiance to a more powerful being added on.

So, as Wolfe fought with the Trolls, they didn't care who was winning, they didn't care why he was even there. What they cared about was that he was there, and that he was absolutely brilliant at making others suffer.

In their minds, the subjugation of the undead was the most amazing piece of magic they had seen in centuries, able to steal the freedom of other beings and bind them to yourself to the point they could not betray your will.

887 Lower Planes