AN: Hey everybody. I am glad you were interested by my grossly inadequate summary. I am not here to ramble, so let me set things straight quickly. I started this story a while ago and never got it off a doc. I want to promise that I will continue updating Enemy to All; however, it would be much appreciated for readers to leave a review. It matters not what it is so long as I know there is atleast one person besides myself interested in the tale.
Any of you who got your hopes up seeing an M rated Yasuo Riven story I want to inform you I probably can't bring myself to write a lemon scene.
Hope you enjoy my twisted telling of Rivens story and please, I beg you, please leave reviews no matter how short, painful, or inarticulate.
P.S. Don't expect authors notes… Peace!
Lightning bolted through the skies, etching its thin claws against the darkness, illuminating a spectacular mountain city. Colossal walls, spiked with towers, gouged into the commanding sky, encircling the megalopolis. An echoing boom rumbled over the foothills reverberating through the barren city. A faint glow between dark thunderheads betrayed the moons presence, allowing a dim light to filter from the heavens, conflicting with the dull orange glow permeating from the windows of buildings. Rain shed from the sky, whipped from free fall by ferocious winds. Rising terrifyingly into the stormy murk stood a massive structure. A single light near the greatest outreach of the citadel valiantly cast its gaze across the city and the figures in its presence.
The light beamed from inside a large circular room. Countless bookshelves lined the circumference of the room. The walls of the room proceeded far beyond the edge of the book shelves, filled with dark cracks and worn brick. They curved upwards towards the center of the room where a sturdy cable hung the stalwart light. A beautiful circular carpet was placed in the center of the room and nearly touched the walls of the room. At one end of the room, massive double doors loomed ominously. The door frame was made of dark blackened limestone and the doors themselves were painted blood red with matching dark black handles on each door sculpted so that a ravens head protruded from the center of the loop. Opposite the intimidating doorway was a desk made of dark wood painted to match the doors. The desk had a sheen on it that most items in the room lacked as if it were the only thing cleaned and maintained. The top of the desk, however, was littered with scattered papers. Some crumpled angrily and others torn. Directly under the light and above the carpet, was a large table that was beautifully shined and polished. Obscure scratches betrayed its countless uses. Hushed voices drifted from the persons surrounding the table. The chairs they sat in were overly large often times much higher than the tops of their heads, but they were extremely ornate and had matching bright red cushions pinned down with dull gold buttons each etched with a symbol of crossed swords. An odd assortment of characters sat around the table, each accompanied by a drink. The drinks were in ornate goblets encrusted with gems and were all full to the brim with untouched wine.
The oldest man was adorned with rich fabrics and multiple medals of brilliance. His head was partially cloaked by a dark scarf that wrapped around his face just below his nose. The mans eyes were a piercing unnatural red color that glowed with life and intelligence. His hair had long ago vacated the dome of his head leaving behind an ugly scarred surface, but, most peculiar, was the raven that seemed faithful to the man. The creature had many eyes that matched the mans' and the same intelligence hid within the beast. Thunder boomed in the distance and all the eyes in the room glance around as if the shadows themselves may attack before returning their gazes back to the elder.
Perhaps the youngest present was also the only female. A pale white face was accented by dark purple lipstick and matching eyeliner. A large golden headdress wrapped around her forehead and arched over the dome of her head. A bright red ruby was encrusted into the headdress above her nose drawing attention away from her light brown eyes. Her dark revealing dress matched the color of her hair, but was embroidered in a dull gold. She clutched a staff in her hands. The top a cluster of pink crystals that peculiarly all had a reflection of her in them regardless of whether she was looking at them.
A bear of a man sat to the right of the old man. A streak of grey going through his roughly cropped dark black hair. Large bulging muscles were restrained by heavy metal armor. Amazingly the worn armor still had a sheen to it and seemed to glow a dull red. The mans face was adorned with a crooked nose that obviously had been broken numerous times. His face sported countless scars and cold calculating eyes. A massive weapon was slung over his shoulder. The blade of the astonishing axe was bearded and as wide as a normal mans torso.
The final member of the group was intriguing. Bandages covered his hands and arms wrapped several times with a sickly green color to them. His skin was pale and was pocket marked with scars from a multitude of rashes. A sinister cloth wrapped around his head mirroring the man across from. His eyes were cruel and detached. The hair on his head was sparse and appeared only in isolated clumps sticking out at odd angles. A large container was leaning against the back leg of his chair. At the top of the container was a large cork and wisps of green gases trailed from the seal.
The women with staff now spoke, "Swain," The man with the raven looked towards her. "I think that your plan is risky. We have to insure her death or she will cause problems." She then turned to face the sickly man and said, "Singed, are you sure your poisons will kill everything. We cannot have survivors."
Before Singed could respond the man addressed as Swain spoke calmly, "LeBlanc, I have utmost confidence in Singed and his poisons capability. I have seen them used first hand. Riven won't possibly survive the barrage."
Singed nodded his appreciation and added, "I have not seen anyone survive my chemicals except myself," He paused and then said, "and I have the antidote." An evil smile barely appeared over the edges of his scarf making him appear even more sinister.
Swain then turned to the bear of a man to his right and ordered, "Darius, send orders to Riven to move her company towards the capital of Ionia and make sure she is in position for… our plans." Swain then pulled his scarf down around his neck revealing his hideously disfigured jaw and raised his goblet to his lips and gulped down the wine greedily.
Darius answered, "Yes, Sir. But, does she really need to be… removed?"
Swain looked at Darius carefully and said, "She is too loyal to Noxus. She doesn't know of true power. She will side with that fool. We can't allow her to live. The risks are too great."Swain stood up slowly from his sitting position groaning under his breath and as everyone turned to leave he said, "Not a word of this to Darkwill. Understood?"
The group answered in a resounding chorus of, "Yes, of course."