Our story starts at the beginning, and what better place to start than the Lobby?
"Mid!"
"Top!"
"Supp!"
"Jungle!"
"Jungle Noc-Damn it!"
"Hahaha!" The Faceless Summoner, named only 'JungJunkie' laughs at the unfortunate caller, but the lobby master smiles.
"Pick Order Noob."
"WHAT?!" cries out JungJunkie, but the summoner Darkblade smiles. "Great, so I'm guessing Jung is going to Tank?"
The first bans are picked: Jax, Blitzcrank, Teemo, Yi, Aatrox, and Thresh, all excellent picks in a normal game.
"F***, fine, I'll go Swain mid, but you better support when i call, noob."

Darkblade is still laughing at JungJunkie as he picks Nocturne, but he quickly opts for his favored skin: Nocturne might not like it, or he might, who cares? The crowd loves a good skin, and no skin is more loved than the Eternum. As the crowd begins to see the match up screen (loading screen) Darkblade swears he can hear the cheering all the way from Noxus for either Swain, their Ability Power Carry, or maybe, like it usually happened, all cheering at Nocturne's Eternum Form. What others don't know however, is how hard it is just to BIND Nocturne to one's will, to force him to live out his hell, much less what rings of fire he had to jump through to earn the dark, red and metallic nightmare. What people are never told is that the match up screen doesn't exist for a teaser, it exists to give summoners time to link with their Champions. With champions like Katarina, Garen, this is easy, seamless. With Nocturne... Well, certain matches have 'Technical Issues' and are 'Postponed' for a reason.

Darkblade walks into the room with the Blackened Nexus Shard. They say it used to be Purple, but Nocturne has much hatred, and much power in his little cage. Darkblade approaches the prison, trying to both open and protect his mind.
As he approaches Nocturne in it's true form, Darkblade has to show absolute control, not even the slightest hint of fear, for if he does, the crowd won't ever see Nocturne, or at least, they won't see Nocturne under Darkblade's command.
The creature's runic blue eyes glare strongly at the summoner, he is all too familiar with Darkblade's mind, and though he has some fear, it's not enough for a capitalization. No, this one is not so easy to devour as others that have tried.
"I will be free Summoner, you cannot keep me here forever." Darkblade smiles at the remark, and jests with it.
"What, we've worked together for weeks, I've lead you into victory at least half of the time, can't you treat your favorite sum-" Nocturne almost instantly brings a blade behind Darkblade's chin, the summoner almost flinches, but he's been threatened enough to suppress his fear.
"I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU ALL! DO NOT DARE TO THINK ANY OF YOUR KIND ARE MY FAVORITE! WERE I GIVEN HALF THE CHANCE, I WOULD DEVOUR YOU ALL!" The creature glares, but Darkblade's taken a while, he knows time is short.
"We can continue this game of threats and jokes later, but right now, I picked you, now obey or perish with me." Nocturne was greatly angered, but he was no fool, he knew what would happen if he devoured the summoner during a match.
He is getting comfortable in this prison, he's not going to deal with a new one and he's CERTAINLY not dealing with the High Summoners. Begrudgingly, the black, ethereal being summons shards of metal to him, his blades quickly adapt and turn into straight blades of an unknown, but potent metal. His eyes gain a crimson glow as it's fists clench. Darkblade smiles, bringing the Nightmare into the field.

The others glare at Nocturne, daggers and sparks alight, the champions displeased to work with Nocturne, and the Summoners angry Darkblade took so long, but none of them know the delicate balance that must be kept, the deals that must be made. Darkblade is nervous for a few moments, but soon finishes linking his mind with Nocturne's essence, the announcer calms him more than anything else.
"Welcome to Summoner's Rift!" Miss Fortune and her summoner both (metaphorically) attack Nocturne and it's summoner.
"What the hell were you doing-Having a cup of tea with Noct?!" yells out the summoner. "What black pit did you come out of, Nightmare?" remarks Fortune, a tongue like a well sharpened dagger. Darkblade quickly calms Nocturne and himself, used to these angered remarks.
"Shut up and help me leash red." "Red?! Leash Blue, noob!" If they were on different teams, Darkblade would be keeping a vendetta against JungJunkie, they'd be take the brunt of every Leap, the pain of every Duskbringer, the nightmares from every Horror, but instead they are his 'allies'.
The Lobby Host, known as 'Domination23' seems to be a lot more co-operative. "Let's go." Mordekaiser lugs it's heavy mace with it as it follows Nocturne to the brush near the Elder Lizard.

"I don't see why you aren't leashing blue...".
"Because I'm using Nocturne, Nocturne uses attacks, not spells." Nocturne's eyes flare as Darkblade says 'using'. The nightmare never happy to hear such terms when referring to him. Other summons, Elise, Katarina, Garen, even Mordekaiser came of their own Vocation, but Nocturne? This is his eternal Prison, and his eternal Nightmare. The only relief he gets is when he can brutally murder 'Champions' with a good summoner, or in his prison, where he can be left to brood and seethe in peace. His thoughts are interrupted then the baby lizards dig their way up from the ground, along with their Mother... or is it Father-No one can ever tell. Nocturne's rage gathers and quickly becomes a blast of Crimson Energy, which, oddly, is always larger than his normal Duskbringer, not by much, but still. Mordekaiser runs in and quickly demands the Lizard's full attention with a well aimed Siphon of Destruction. Darkblade breathes a sigh of relief that not only is their leader reasonable, but also good with his Champion. Nocturne quickly begins slicing the Elder Lizard. It's clearly not happy as it forgets Mordekaiser and tries to attack Nocturne, only to be responded to with another Siphon and a potent blast of energy from the sky. Nocturne quickly finishes it's children with a well placed spin.

It isn't long before he hears the first call. "MID!" It appears Riven is pushing Swain hard. Darkblade sighs, his Jungle hasn't been good, with himself a few levels behind the lanes, but he is level six. Still, now's not a good time. He commands Nocturne to spin against the Ghosts, with the Nightmare happily turning them to ribbons, and placing it's Tether on the Wraith. Darkblade looks at the middle lane again, and as he finishes off the Wraith, Riven brings her blade down on Swain, killing him. Nocturne brings a shroud of sheer darkness over the entire Field, the champions shivering as Nocturne cries out-"OBLIVION!" Riven at first doesn't seem scared, until she sees a giant, red, glowing, spinning Nocturne charging at her. She's not ready for an engage, and attempts to Fall back, but Swain placed a Nevermore before he died, and quickly gets obliterated as Nocturne continues with his charge, the shrapnel tearing Riven to ribbons-almost literally. Her over-extension has been punished but Junkie isn't happy.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING, NOOB?!"
"Waiting for a good window, idiot. Do you even Jungle?" Darkblade doesn't even pay attention to Junkie's ranting against him as Nocturne clears out the minions and gets a small push on the tower, returning to the jungle before an enemy Xin Zhao can counter.