Chapter 1:

Blue. That was the first thing Lulu noticed about him when she saw him silently brooding in the halls of the Institute of War with a large tome in his oversized gauntlet. No it wasn't the feeling of being blue, but the literal color of his wizard attire that the Yordle was wearing. But that wasn't all of what she noticed about him. Like all Yordles, they were shorter than humans, a little less than 1 meter in height. But unlike the other Yordle champions that she had met after her induction into the league that were bright, outgoing and cheerful, such as Tristana, Poppy, and Teemo; he was the opposite: Dark, moody, and introversive. He keeps himself out of the way of others and others out of his way. He hides his face appearance underneath that large dark blue hat of his, obscuring it in shadow with his bright yellow eyes glinting from underneath it, and it's probably as big as her of her hat. And whenever she hears him talk to others on the very rare occasion she was nearby, his voice was cracked and harsh to hear, which set him apart from the bubbly and gentle voices from the other Yordles. He was a Yordle that she had never encountered before. In fact, she knew nothing about him. Maybe it's his extreme character that made her interested; maybe it's just the color blue. But whatever it is, Lulu was curious about him. The Yordle that Lulu, the Fae Sorceress was curious about was in fact Veigar, the tiny master of evil.

"What do you think Pix? Should we go talk to him?"

The Fae spirit looked on at the Yordle in question.

"I don't know, Maybe we should avoid him, he looks dangerous and scary." Pix replied in Faeian, a Language that only Lulu understood.

"Aw, come on Pix, what's the harm in asking?" said Lulu. "We didn't talk to him before in the League; he might be a nice guy! Maybe we could be friends with him! Come on! Let's go find out."


Evil needs to be alone. Evil needs no friends. To be evil, evil cannot have friends and therefore, has to be alone. That is the mantra Veigar has lived by and always abide by. Veigar never has friends to begin with anyway, and so he was perfectly content with the way he was. Such is the life of the master of all ev-

"Hi there!"

Veigar literally jumped in surprise, dropping his tome in surprise from the sudden intrusion of his thoughts. He looked at the strange Yordle standing in front of him.

Purple. That was the first thing Veigar noticed about her when he looked at her. No not the feeling of being sick as purple, but the literal color of her hair and skin tone. But that wasn't all of what he noticed about her. Like the other Yordle champions that he had met and was annoyed by such as Tristana, Poppy, and especially Teemo; She was the same as them: Bright, disgustingly bubbly, and outgoing, always eager to make friends with others. She often tries to wiggle into conversations she never a part of, she tries to make herself known to everyone. She wears a disgustingly deep ruby hat that is about half the size of her body, possibly rivaling the size of his hat. And whenever she talks or laughs on the rare occasion he's around, the latter in which she does so much, it is ANNOYING. IRRITATING. Never before has he met a Yordle like her before. In fact, he knew nothing about her. Maybe it's her character that annoys him; maybe it's the color purple. But whatever it is, Veigar was definitely annoyed. The Yordle that Veigar, the Tiny Master of Evil is currently annoyed from is in fact, Lulu, the Fae Sorceress.

"I haven't seen you before." asked Lulu. "And what'cha reading?"

"It's none of your business." Veigar harshly replied, tilting his hat to obscure his face further. "And I, have no business with you! So begone!" He picked up his Morellonomicron tome, but found Lulu still standing there looking at him.

"What's your name? And are you a champion?" she asked.

Veigar inwardly grumbled. At best, he could simply give his name and she'll be satisfied with his answer, but then there are the prospects that she'll be even more curious. Bah. What does he have to lose, he is not some ordinary champion, He is Veigar, the Master of all evil. The most feared Yordle in Bandle City.

"I am Veigar, Master of All Evil. A Champion of the League, and the most feared Yordle in Bandle City!"

He expected her to become shocked at his name, back up in fear, and run away at the knowledge of who he is. But what happened was the opposite.

"You're a champion of the league? Cool! I'm Lulu, the Fae Sorceress, and this is Pix!" She pointed to the butterfly-winged creature orbiting around her. Veigar was flabbergasted. How is this possible? A Yordle who knows nothing about him? And yet is a champion of the League? Before he can even think of leaving, Lulu started pelting with "tons of questions".

"So Veigar, Why are you called the 'Master of evil'? Why do you avoid others? Is it because you're shy? Why do you wear that large hat? What does your face look like without your hat? Why do you wear blue clothes? I wonder what blue tastes like?" she paused at the last question and then went into a daze, her hyperactive mind sending her into imaginary LuluLand.

This doesn't bode well with him. This Lulu is clearly interested in knowing more about him, and seems to be the type to keep bothering someone until they get what they want. Moreover she is a champion in the League, and when it comes to the League, there are the League matches. And Veigar didn't like that one little bit. Sure, the prospects of killing her and tormenting her repeatedly in battle is fun when she is the enemy, but to join forces with her in league matches, it would be cruel, insufferable, diabolical, too evil for his standards. It would make his life living hell. But one thing is certain; he must avoid her at any cost. Veigar started to walk away.

"Hey, wait up! Where are you going?" Lulu ran to keep up with Veigar.

"Why are you walking away from me? I just want to be friends with you!"

"Silence!" Veigar shrieked, and thrust his staff up in the air. On cue, a portal opened in the air and shot a blob of hardened dark matter towards the ground creating a dust cloud with a resounding boom. The blob had landed a few inches in front of Lulu, giving her and Pix freight as it had barely missed them. Taking the opportunity of their fear, Veigar calmly stepped in front of Lulu, where the dark matter had impacted.

"First of things," Veigar acidly spat "I am evil. Evil needs no friends. I will not tolerate any of this 'friend' thing with you. If you understand, then leave me alone. If you don't, then I WILL BLOW YOU TO SMITHEREENS! AND I WILL MAKE SURE THE NEXT SHOT DOES NOT MISS! DO YOU HEAR ME?"

He glared at Lulu as close as he could to in her face, keeping his face obscured in shadow.

Lulu blankly nodded.

"Good. Now leave me alone!"

And with that, Veigar stormed off. Certain the intimidation tactic he did on the frightened Yordle did the trick. "Insolent pest of a champion" Veigar thought. "If I get paired up with that annoying Yordle in the next League match, I will swear to whatever evil god that I will show them no mercy."


Lulu stared at blue Yordle stomping away. She looked at Pix, then at Veigar, then back to Pix in silence.

"Well that was mean." Lulu pouted in disappointment. Her ears and hat drooped slightly as she spoke.

"He is the 'Master of evil' after all Lulu" replied the Fae spirit.

"I wonder why he's so grumpy. He wouldn't answer any of my questions. If I try to talk to him again, he'll just blow me up."

Lulu sighed. "How can I be friends with Veigar if he doesn't want me to be friends with him?"

"Why don't we ask the other champions, they might know a thing or two about Veigar." suggested Pix. "Maybe they'll tell us how to talk to him without getting blown up."

Lulu beamed at the idea.

"Hey, that's a great idea Pix! Veigar might not tell me about himself, but the others might! Then I'll be able to understand him and become his friend! Simple!"

Lulu grabbed her staff and raised it in the air as if making a declaration.

"Operation: Get to know Veigar by asking other champions, begin mission!"

A sudden afterthought came into her head. "Which champions do I ask?"

Pix stumbled in the air from the statement.