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[sadsongsandstories]

Heya y'all!!!

Not exactly sure how this works, but I think this will be an introductory post of sorts, just in case anyone comes aknocking and wants to know what my deal is!!

Speaking of, my name is Eden 🌻 I'm an Aussie boy who loves musicals and art and stories and will things ✨beautiful✨ and wonderful and fun!!

My favourite musicals are Hamilton, hadestown🌹, Heather's, hairspray, dear even Hansen, and legally blonde💁, with plenty more close behind

Currently obsessed with hunger games and BOSBAS 🪶 (in case you couldn't tell). The other books that have shaped my very being are harry Potter (no surprise there), Percy Jackson (again unsurprising, Leo best character) and Scythe, Ready player one, the darkest minds, the name of the wind, and project hail Mary.

As you can see, big on SciFi/fantasy

Although right now I am stuck into The Fault in our Stars (and preparing to cry!! It is so beautiful and fun and hilarious and I just know something terrible is going to happen!!! 😭😭)

And speaking of SciFi, star wars is another thing that exists and that I am obsessed with!! Mainly clone wars, which is the best of star wars, and Fallen Order, which is the best video game I have ever played.

Anyway, random rant aside, if you'd like to chat with me about any of this, or more, don't hesitate to reach out!! I'll likely be using this page to spill whatever random thoughts, ideas, revelations, feelings, or vibes I feel boiling up inside me, likely as a long-winded rant (like this) or a poem. Previously such artistry was reserved for my notes app, but now I crave the dopamine of interaction and community, so you all get the honour of me sharing with the universe!!

Anywho, that's enough from me. If you actually made it this far, thanks!! Please drop by to say hi, it will make me very happy and I will even say hi back 😊 Otherwise, hope you have a wonderful day(/evening/midnight) and have fun perusing my or someone else's wonderful imagination.

Love ya 🌻

Eden

[waywardsan]

Heyyyyy *sips tea* it's been a while. I've been working on this one for a couple of months and just kind of finally got it done (I avoided working on the background for like 2 months, I'm too indecisive). Hopefully you enjoy this one? I put a lot of effort into it 🤗

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[darksiderwritings]

Death and readers first time

trashy-basura said to darksiderwritings:                                                                            can we get a lovely fic with having sex with death for the first time?            

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OH boy I’m back y'all! I’m working on an AU for my blog. This is a universe where the apocalypse hasn’t happened yet and humans can hold their own. I hope y’all like it! I’m gonna write some stuff explaing my AU in a bit!

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Death’s fury was palpable in the air. He and one of angel commanders were in the middle of a heated argument about how the battle was a mess and the prideful angel made a comment about how Death was a dirty mutt and it quickly became the straw that broke the camel’s back. This mission has been nothing but a series of unlucky incidents due to the angelic commanders turning a blind ear to Death’s strategy. You shouldn’t have accepted this assignment after all. The White City has been dealing with an infestation of corruption on one of the outer worlds they established a base on. They’re own forces have been unable to deal with the unending waves of specters and hollows. The angelic forces were beginning to lose their own numbers to the swarm as well as corruption overtook them. In their desperation the throne of the White City reached out to the council for assistance. In response they ordered Death to wipe out the swarm. Death knew the angelic army wouldn’t be of much use in this endeavor, so he came to you for help. You were a high-ranking Magi in the Earth Defense Force, and you believed you were close friends with Death. You readily agreed to help and convinced the commander of the EDF to send out a strike force. Leading you to this very moment.

Death took a step towards the unlucky angel gripping harvester tightly in its dual scythe form. You didn’t even notice it being summoned to him. The angel commander stuck his chest out in response and you quickly marched to place yourself between the two fools.

“Alright! Enough is enough!” you say sternly.

You spin towards the angelic commander and place your hands on your hips “You need to learn to keep your mouth shut.”

The commander sneered down at you and opened his mouth to reply.

“No” you interrupt him, “You do NOT interrupt me.”

You begin to walk towards him forcing the angel to walk backwards toward the door of the makeshift command center.

“This entire mission has been a complete mess because of you, and I’ll be sure this reaches your superior.” You keep walking towards him. “I do Not tolerate blatant racism. YOUR commanders asked us for help and we kindly have. It would be best for you to leave now before there’s a homicide and we pack up our forces and leave your army to  with your mess alone.”

The angelic commander flushed in embarrassment and stumbled out of the door without a word. You let out a sigh of relief and of annoyance. You turned towards Death who had been quiet during the exchange. He was staring down at the ground with his hands clenched so tightly around Harvester you thought it the hilt would snap. Your gaze softens and you slowly approach your friend.

“Death,” you say softly, “are you okay?”

You reach out very slowly to rest your hand on his forearm. “I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.” You say try to console him. You rub his arm to try to comfort him. “Sweetheart you should sit…”

Death’s head suddenly snapped up and he pulled his hand away from yours roughly.

You blink in confusion. This is an unusual  reaction from him even if he is angry. “Death I’m sorry if I..” you say in shock to his reaction.

He’s never reacted to your touch like this before. You worried you pushed to hard this time. Death grabbed you without warning by your throat and slammed you into the wall. You couldn’t breathe and your heart was racing in your chest.

“I do not” Death growled, “need your help.”

Your lungs were on fire and your vision was beginning to turn black at the edges.

He continued “I do not need your pity or comfort.”

You could feel tears begin to sting your eyes. Death lurched backwards, releasing you once the tears fell down your cheeks. You crumpled to the ground coughing, trying to suck air into your lungs.

“You annoy me. You constantly cling to me like a child. I do not care for you.” Death spat out. Those words felt like a gut punch. You said nothing as he turned on his heel and marched out.

He had already left camp by the time you composed yourself and left the command center. You gave your men the order to begin breaking camp and to get ready to go back to earth. You exchanged a few terse words with the angelic commanders before your team was ready to go. You were ready to go home and be alone.

Once you arrived back to the Earths Defense Force’s headquarters you entered a daze. You got your men settled and begin on the tedious tasks that needed your attention. You hardly remember the paperwork you filled out and what you said in the debrief on how the mission went to commander Morrison. You only remember how enraged you were as you told him how ridiculous the angelic forces were. You can recall he said something to the affect of how he would handle it and to head home. He first forced you to go to the med bay to be checked out.

Your favorite doctor, Angelica, freaked when she saw the bruises around your throat. You shrugged it off and said it was nothing to worry about. Angelica wasn’t happy with that, but she let it go once you let her fret over you. She would only release you if accepted her strict orders for a leave of 3 months and she was surprised when asked if she could make it 6. Angelica tried to ask you what was wrong, but you didn’t tell her the truth. You just told her you were burnt out and needed rest. She was happy with that and happily agreed to push for 6 knowing not even Morrison, commander of the most powerful force on earth would argue with her. After leaving Angelica’s watchful eye you somehow managed to make it to the motor pool and make your way home.

You lived off base like most people, although your home is farther than most. You lived in a secluded home that was surrounded by forests and fields. Your position had its perks and came with a nice paycheck. You hated attention and liked your privacy so living in the middle of no where suits you. Once you got home you fell into your bed and became dead to the world.

When you woke up you just laid in bed not able to move. Your heart hurt and it felt like a knot was lodged in your throat. Your finger brushed against your throat going over Death’s hurtful words. You started to reminisce about the past. You and Death meet many years ago when you stumbled through a portal fighting a hollow. Hollows were humans consumed by corruption and only a select few could fight them. The creator pitied humans after seeing how the race struggled against outside forces and imbued some with outstanding abilities. Those chosen were called Magi. Magi are naturals with bending magic and nature and have different forms and levels. Hollows and magi both have different levels of power. The highest of which was the triple SSS class and you were one of them. In fact, you were the only human with ranking SSS.

Years ago, you were in a battle with an SSS class hollow. You almost leveled the city you were in. In your desperation to move the fight you managed to rip a portal open and landed on a backwater world that the angels had a base on. You and the hollow were knocked out in the process of landing there. But that’s a story for another time. You meet Death there first when the council sent him to check on the disturbance. You instantly clicked with him and you felt like the two of you had become close friends. You honestly fell head over heels for him. You’ve been flirting with him since you meet but you don’t think he noticed. You know he thinks of you as a friend too. You know yesterday was an outburst due to the situation and was just striking out in anger. You understand that but it still hurt.

You couldn’t let it drag you down anymore. You forced yourself out of bed and got to work on your daily chores and training. You continued your normal daily routine for 3 months uninterrupted. Being the only SSS class Magi had its perks thankfully. The bruises from your neck faded but the pain in your chest hasn’t. God you missed Death. The loneliness was unbearable.  You started to believe he was telling you the truth. That you are nothing but an annoying child.

One cold night after you took a shower and collapsed into bed after training particularly hard that day you were woken up by a disturbance in your room. A sudden weight on the end of your bed roused you from your slumber. You sprung up preparing an attack spell before you recognized the shape hunched on the end of your bed. Even in the dark you’d recognize Deaths form. He was sitting on the edge of your bed, bent over with his arms on his knees. Your heart clenched seeing him.

“Death…” you whispered, shocked to see him.

“you could have knocked buddy.” I almost blew you to smithereens.” You say jokingly.

Death had no response and didn’t move. You shuffled closer to him untangling yourself from your sheets. “I missed you sweetheart.” You say gently.

Death then sighed, “Why do you say that?”

“Say what?” you reply confused.

“Sweetheart.” He grumbles. “I don’t understand.”

You chuckle “It’s just something I say. Its just a form of endearment. If it bothers, I can stop.”

Deaths hands clenched. “It doesn’t bother me” he mumbles.

Your face softens and you can feel your heart melt.

Deaths body tensed up before responding. “I don’t deserve your endearment. I’m a monster y/n. I’m repulsive and murder.” Death growled. He hands begin to clench hard and he became more tense. I don’t deserve you. I’ll hurt you just like before. I came to say goodbye.”

You felt a pang in your chest and moved closer to him and draped your self on his back. Death slightly tensed as you put your arms around his neck and pressed your chest against his back placing him a tight hug. You burrowed you face against the side of his neck and sobbed quietly. Death did not move from his position shellshocked by your display of affection.

It was now or never. You had to make sure he understood how you felt before he disappeared from your life. You stopped crying and took a deep breath to calm yourself

“Oh Death,” you say, “I love you.”  You continue, “I think you’re a wonderful person. You treated me with respect since we meet, and you are a kinder person then you think. You help others and care for your siblings. You’re the single most selfless person I’ve ever met.”

You wrapped your arms tighter around him, desperate to keep him close. “Sweetheart I’m in love with you. I’ve loved you since the day we’ve meet. Please don’t leave me alone.”

Death suddenly pulled himself from your tight grasp and stood up. He turned to face you. Your heartbeat begins to crash in your ears as you worried you pushed too much again. You were worried he was going to reject you and leave. His mask gave nothing away on his feelings.  Death reached for you quicker than you could process and grabbed your ankle firmly. He roughly pulled you the edge of your bed. You didn’t fight him as he grabbed your other leg by the thigh and spread them. He stepped between your legs and used the hand not holding your thigh to push down on your chest and shove you flat against the mattress. He caged your body with his arms and leaned down to towards your face. His mask hit you hard as his head collided with yours.

“Fucking ow man!” you cry as Death recoiled a bit.

Death muttered a quiet “damn thing” before ripping his mask off and throwing into the dark recess of your room.

He then moved down towards your face again and roughly pressed his lips against your in a rough kiss. You got over your shock quickly and moaned into his mouth. It wasn’t the  best kiss you ever had honestly but your body instantly felt like it was on fire. You tug your face away breaking the kiss to try to talk to Death, but when you opened your mouth Death was back on you instantly. Death used the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth to your shock.

Death’s weight felt like it would crush you as his tongue explored your mouth. You started to struggle as you ran out of air. Death pulled back and you gulped down some air before Death’s hand moved under your head and wound his hand through your hair pushing you back towards him. Death pushed his tongue back into your mouth and you moaned again. You closed your eyes and pushed into him. You wrapped your legs against him and grinded your pelvis into his hard cock. Death suddenly pushed himself up and away from your face with a growl. A trail of spit connected your mouths for a second until Death pushed himself standing again. You whined when he stopped wanting more.

He unwrapped your legs from his waist swiftly.

You sigh, “Death I love you.”

Death growled again and abruptly gripped your cotton t shirt and yanked, tearing the shirt and reveling your chest. Your nipples immediately began to harden in to cool air. You cry out and Death hisses, staring at your chest and red face. “Death please wait. I can take it…” You say hastily before Death then grabs your sweatpants and rips those way as well. Of all the nights to not wear panties you chose tonight you think coolly as you feel the cold air hit your cool wet cunt. You were in shock as Death ripped away the rags of your clothes leaving you completely bare.

“This is hardly fair.” you whine, “You need to take something off too.”

Death said nothing as he leaned back down towards you.

“Death talk to me plea-Ah” you were interrupted by Death latching on to one of your breasts.

His tongue swirled around your nipple as his other hand fondled your other breast. You let out a short cry and wrapped your hands in his dark hair. God this is going so quick you feel so lightheaded.

He hands pinched your other nipple and you yipped. You could feel Death grin against your chest. He sucked hard and let go with a quiet pop and you let go of his hair. He stood up again reaching for his belt.  He unbuckled it and ripped it off it one smooth motion. Death used one hand to gather your wrists together and you didn’t fight. You kept them together as he let go and let him use his belt to tie them together. If this made him feel more comfortable then so be it. It’s not like you mind him tying you up. He gave an approving grunt and rolled you on your stomach.

“Fuck” you whisper.

Death pulled your hips up until you were ass up and face down. Your tied arms were bracing you to keep you in this position. This was a bit embarrassing. You could feel Death grope your ass, both of his hands getting a good handful. He let go and moved to rubbing your thighs, brushing by your soaking wet cunt. You whine and arch your back into his touch. Death chuckled at you and slowly moved up your thigh. His index finger brushed against your wet folds, exploring every inch. He teasingly rubbed your clit drawing a moan from you. He circled your entrance before pushing his finger in. He sharply thrusted his finger in and out a few times while you blushed even harder and your breathing quickened. God you needed him now.

Death apparently had the same idea as he pulled his finger from inside of you. “Death please,” you moan, “I need you to fuck me. Please please please.”

You hear Death unzip his pants and could imagine him pulling out his cock. God you wanted to peek. He felt huge when you were grinding against him. Death grabbed your hair and pulled your face from against the mattress. You cry out a bit from the pain but don’t fight him.  You took a quick breath in when you felt something hot and hard press against your core. Death stopped moving though. You decided to wait for him to speak.

Death spoke finally after what felt like an eternity of silence “Tell me you love me.”

You blink twice in confusion before realizing what Death said.

Death snarled and yanked your hair roughly. “Tell. Me. You. Love. Me.” He said slowly

“I love you Death,” you sigh, “I love you more than anything in the universe,”

Death snarled again thrust his cock roughly inside of you, knocking the breath out of you. God he WAS big. He thrusted into you sharply placing one hand on your hip to steady you. He shoved your face back into the mattress but kept your hair wrapped tight around his hand. you try to catch you breath but every thrust knock it backs out if you. You were stretched painfully wide around his length. The pain begins to melt into pleasure slowly. As you grow used to his length Death removes your hand from you head once he’s sure you wont move. He grips your hips harder to brace you against him. You could feel your orgasm get closer every second. After a few more thrusts you clench around him as you stumble over the edge. You close your eyes and cry as your orgasm hits you hard. Death snarls again as you clench around him and fucks you hard through your orgasm. He gets even rougher. His thrusts become harder and your sure your going to have bruises on your hips with how hard he’s holding you.

Your legs give out under you and Death hold you in place with your hips. He fucks through two more orgasms not giving you a moment to recover, you were reaching your limit. Every thrust made stars prick your eyes. You couldn’t get your thoughts together. All you could do is moan and cry under Death’s touches. Death’s movements became more desperate and hurried.

He finally spoke again “Tell me you love me again. I need to hear you say it.”

Somehow you registered it and managed to choke out “I love you.”

Death sharply thrusted deep inside you as his orgasm overtook him. You could feel his hot cum fill you up. You breathe hard as you finally get to recover. You could feel his cum leak out of you. Holy shit that’s a lot you think. Death lowers you until your laying down again on the mattress half draped over the edge.

The room was quiet except for your breathing. Death was the one to break the silence.

“I need to go.” He says quickly before gathering himself and stumbled out the door before you could respond.

You yelled after him, “wait! At least untie me first!”

You groan and smack your head against your mattress. You peek up and look over your shoulder. You can slightly make out the outline of Deaths’ mask on the floor in the dark. You laugh and mumble “Dumbass”.

You use your magic to burn the leather belt around your wrists and drag yourself up the bed. He can’t get mad for you destroying his belt after leaving you. Just a bit of payback. He’ll back soon you think to yourself happily.

[wraithwolf]

so let’s talk about Shieda fucking Kayn——

first off, I actually want to give props to Riot because as much as I change shit around I'm genuinely glad we're continuing to receive lore that intertwines with other pieces rather than having a bunch of standalones that generally fail (and subsequently receive harsher criticism) solely because they have nothing to lean on. as expected some (most) people are unhappy with it but if nothing else I'm glad Kayn has lore beyond his little intro paragraph because y'all know they very well could've just gave us that and left it. (I'm not here to complain about the comm tho that's a separate post) basically, I'm Pleased and there's a lot to think about.

Initially, the decision to make Kayn a Noxian threw me for a Big Ass Loop™ because I was convinced the Order was exclusively for Ionians (more specifically, Ionians proved worthy by Zed) and while Kayn was still chosen by Zed there’s an underlying irony in this choice. We’re deep into the Ionian/Noxian war by the time Kayn is forced into it, and while Zed isn’t exactly the most Merciful or #Relatable person, imagine the intrigue a person such as himself had in seeing a poor, Noxian child with the drive and the anger of that of a seasoned warrior not only still holding on (considering Zed and co. didn’t arrive to the scene for two days after Kayn was dispatched) throughout all of the carnage that surely followed, but finding the strength to take up his weapon once again. For what it’s worth, Kayn was determined to fight for his life or literally die trying no matter who challenged him. We know Kayn didn’t know who was standing over him, but he was willing to fight anyway. I imagine Zed to have found it admirable, but at the same time beneficial: being able to change this boy and harness his rage, then unleash it against the same people that otherwise would’ve let him die at the Epool. The same people that sought to slay his own. I’m 50/50 about this because I speculated Zed had a reason for taking Kayn under his wing, but I didn’t expect the Noxian angle at all.

The thing is, there’s a lot more irony to this beyond Zed taking in a Noxian to use against other Noxians, as we can obviously see. Kayn resembles Zed in many ways— a familiar, stubborn arrogance alongside the same hungry determination that inevitably consumes him to be more than what he is, going as far as to seek an advantage through outside means - just like Zed in seeking out the Box to surpass Shen, Kayn seeks out Rhaast; only it’s safe to say Kayn is far more ambitious in his reasons for doing so, as in Kayn wants control of the fucking Order itself where Zed... wasn’t so bold, at the time.

It’s interesting to think about how an endgame for Kayn (and also Zed, since at least in Zed’s case we have to consider his current (????) involvement with Shen in an attempt to stop Jhin all over again and then add Kayn to the mix) would play out as it is almost entirely dependent on Zed and Kayn’s will alone. Should Kayn succumb to Rhaast, (which now seems a little more plausible with Kayn’s cockiness running amok through everything he does) I imagine the dynamic would change entirely as it goes beyond controlling Kayn as best as Zed can (I use control loosely because while I imagine Zed to run the Order as he sees fit, to make it a total dictatorship still seems like a little bit of a stretch to me if only because we don’t know how Zed reacted to Kayn returning with the Darkin scythe in hand and word that he Literally Killed Nakuri in order to bring it back) to having to deal with him without risking the rest of the Order and all of Ionia itself. They’ve already got Jhin running around, for gods sake, they don’t need a fucking Darkin along with him.

Ultimately, a lot like with champs such as Zed and Jhin, a real endgame is left up to the writer of said character and the overall interpretation itself. The way I see it, Zed isn’t going to be pleased with Kayn’s decisions to not only kill another member of the Order but also to voluntarily give part of himself to Rhaast in order to ‘control’ him; but again we return to Zed’s somewhat Ulterior Motive as to why he brought Kayn in in the first place. It’s not hard to tell that Kayn is confident, though overbearingly so--and from the looks of it, Zed isn’t The Happiest about Kayn’s behavior nor his choices but there are fragments of Kayn that Zed can recall in himself that might just allow certain things... to an extent. I’m in no way saying Zed just “o ok u just killed one of my students and defied my orders and also want The Order from me, Cool” because I’m laughing imagining the lecture/punishment Kayn actually receives after he returns with Rhaast and Kayn just scowling and grumbling the entire time but! I can see him allowing few aspects of Kayn solely because if he can convince Kayn that his strength comes from him, not Rhaast, Kayn can overcome Rhaast, and Zed can continue to shape him.

Also, let me add right now that while I don’t think Zed would risk much for him, (I’ve never supported 100% Evil Zed but I’m not a “Zed Did Nothing Wrong” stan either) I also don’t agree with the idea that Zed wants Kayn to lose himself to Rhaast, that Zed would send Kayn to deal with Jhin, or that Zed would even involve him in it. The risk, in all of these scenarios is vastly higher than the reward. Again, a Literal Darkin running around slaughtering everyone would mean further disaster for Ionia, and inevitably word would get around who brought Kayn (and Rhaast by relation) into the nation, and while Zed isn’t exactly a secret to all, I doubt he’d want to bring himself and his actions front and center. Kayn is still extremely young (eighteen-nineteen??) and while he’s in no way weak or stupid (s/o to Mint for mentioning this entire point to me i love u big hug) Jhin has years of experience on him. It wouldn’t be difficult for Jhin to take advantage of Kayn and either kill him on the spot or put him through worse knowing it was a stronger way to get to Zed especially if we can assume Kayn would completely underestimate him. For what it’s worth... my interpretation, specifically, has yet to know of Jhin at all. Whether or not he later on learns and what happens thereafter is to be decided. (*aggressively chinhands*)

Furthermore, in regards to the “wow he is so cliche” “wow he is so edgy” arguments that plague his Entire Fucking Existence and tag right now... yes. It was obvious he was going to be a little edgy and a little bit of a cliche. That doesn’t (and it shouldn’t) take away from the potential he has to further flesh out the lore as a whole. You gotta realize now more than ever that Kayn is young, one of the youngest champions (?) to have a fairly deep involvement with some larger scale issues going on within the overall story. I can name a few other champs that follow a similar path and are edgy in their own respects, but I’m not going to. The lore has disproved many things, one of them being that Kayn isn’t Just Edgy for the sake of being edgy. It’s very likely that as he grows and matures, a lot of his current mannerisms will fade/vanish entirely depending on what happens to him in the future. In a nutshell, being edgy doesn’t make him a joke, and he’s clearly not an unconditional, rampant Zed fanboi uguu kouhai xDdD like a lot of people were using at the forefront of their argument as to why they dislike him. 💁

TO CONCLUDE ... I like Kayn, I like his lore, and I’m really liking the possibilities for building him and taking him in a direction entirely my own. (and that’s just for main verse, let alone the possible skin aus, modern verse, what have you) Of course, it wouldn’t be a Blog by Hina™ without some divergence, but I’ll be figuring that out as I go. I already have some specific ideas pertaining to my interpretation exclusively, but they need to be tested/written down before I can really apply them. I am Happy, and I’m looking forward to keeping this going.

some additional stuff I noted/had confirmed to cover later but still want to mention:

nakuri calls kayn brother! the order is (at least somewhat) familial! miss me with that ‘nobody cares abt each other in the order’ shit

is it safe to say kayn’s abilities covered in the lore/in game (the wall walking and the ability to literally enter bodies for a short time especially) are things zed is also capable of? he couldn’t have learned them from anyone but zed, right?

A Big Old Confirmation that when kayn enters another body, he can see (and subsequently feel) just as the person would be for that moment. i’d like to think that eventually, kayn can fine tune this ability and utilize it for longer durations, however i imagine there will always be a risk from it and the victim will most likely always suffer afterwards. more on that Eventually™

another Big Confirm that rhaast’s control leaves both physical and mental effects on the body (however it happens a lot faster than i originally anticipated) and the longer the usage, the more this shows in the form of carapace. i’ll also be covering this at Some Point but even in kayn’s shadow assassin form, we see that the carapace is Gone (?) but in its place are dark dark marks, implying that even once rhaast is purged, remnants of him are still there most likely because of how long he was allowed to manifest. i’m still debating if this actually would hinder kayn’s eyesight / usage of his arm for a while should he overcome rhaast.

rhaast can be heard by more than just his wielder, which is something i wasn’t thinking was possible. however, this could be a conditional thing to where either rhaast can choose who hears him or the only ones that do hear him are those susceptible to his control. either? or? the world is yet to know.