[Particle of Nothingness]
-He was a small speck in a vast world of power… a seed to the taxer of the river. A particle of nothingness. No senses and no reason for being. A simple void of confinement. And yet the greatness and mercy of the River had created LIFE! He could begin to sense, touch, taste, and listen to those around him. The blood of innocence coursing through his veins as the demons that surrounded the waters wanted to grasp within him, wanting to join the ranks of power. A demon from the Void that had gripped on to him, to travel by his side. To join the New League of Legends from those that were below. The sense of power that grew within him as he knew nothing. He had no sense of life, yet he yearned to feel such power and taste the desires of what this world had to offer him. How could one desire something that they have never had? Never touched? How could one even know what such power was about? Opening his eyes as a black like Tar oozed through his lids. He could see the black void in a bleak state. The oozing black tar floating a top as it quickly raised towards the surface. Lifting his head as he watched the direction that they were traveling, he began to sway his feet towards that direction. He could feel his body rise from the depths of the darkness as he had broken through the barrier of the waters. The sound of the water splashing around him. As he could hear her words, claiming him to rise from the depths.
"Aghhh... rise Rio, rise from the fissures of a new world!"
-Taking a deep breath as he was ready to take course of the life that awaited him.
-The lost souls in the river had brushed up against him as they had sensed a second current of the river. A small piece of his mother had flowed within him. Being dragged downwards as the many hands that laid upon him trying to feel and sense the sensation of the new current that had a piece of history flowing through him. Turning his gaze towards her as she had vowed a new meaning of life for Rio. So much had happened around him and the River Styx had awoken the new currents, to flow out of the barrier.
-He could feel his heart pacing rapidly within his chest as looked at his surroundings, her words were firm, embedded in his head so that he knew she was the one that would have full command over him. She wanted her son to get the best of this world and the next.
[Age of a New Legacy]
-Raising his palms as he glanced down at them. His hands trembled as the curiosity of who he was. He was a new being… a son… a current… in form of a new life. To live to his full potential and also to release the beast and demon from within the confined spaces of his body. Meant to be born with greatness as he lifted his gaze towards those that surrounded him.
-He was a new version of what he was meant to be. Lifting his chin up as the water began to drain past the coarseness of his beard. Dripping down as the sound echoed through the darkness of the Cavern. The demons taking over of what was to become of him.
[Admiration]
-Though the demons had filled within his soul as The River Styx had tried to salvage her son from being trapped within the river's path. She knew that his fate was not here but in the next life and as she had tried to protect him from it all, he was weak. He stumbled like a newborn child in the midst of it all. As he was dragged out of the waters, his pale milking body covered in bloody membrane had begun to cover with his destiny. Like ink to a scroll, he was the future of the river.
-Looking at her as she cleaned him up, his tar black eyes had now cleared way, the demons slowly bleeding out of his skin as she cleared him from those that were to harm him from thriving.
-As they were on their travels to safety, he could not take his eyes off of her. She was a true Goddess in form. She was his soul protector, the one woman that he could trust in his existence. As she was making arrangements for him, he slowly had covered his body. Though this was all new to him, it was as if she was guiding him mentally. He sensed that she needed to leave and it was then that he had felt like someone had killed him. A wound that he had not desired. A life without his mother. To have another person take him under their wing was preposterous.
-He never wanted to forget her, and even though she began to prepare him for the next world, he knew that he would always go back to his roots. The River was his calling.
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