Hi guys! I made a bit of stuff before, but they all were too unhopeful. This is the first I actually have hopes for enjoy, and please review! I like reviews.
Jericho Swain was not an ordinary man. In fact, he wasn't really human anyways.
On his rather ordinary office, his desk was cluttered with the most unusual things you could imagine. And on the desk were two peculiar things.
One was a crow with 6 blood-red eyes that cawed loudly and flapped to Swain's shoulder.
The second was a mysterious necklace that had a gem at the end. Except, again, this was no ordinary gem. It would have been completely black, were it not for the green eyes that glared at Swain from the necklace.
As of Swain, he was currently writing a note to a certain assassin that he trusted with many things. Given her loyalty and her incredible determination, she would be his most dangerous weapon.
Finishing the note with a small flick of the quill, he waited for it to dry, then gave it to the crow.
"Beatrice," he spoke, "To the Du Couteau assassin."
The crow known as Beatrice cawed in acknowledgement and took the parchment, then took to the night sky.
Swain watched it leave, then looked back at the necklace. Putting his finger to the gem, he created the connection between himself and … the creature.
'Cho'Gath,' he acknowledged.
'Swain.' The voice in his mind struck a small chord of fear in Swain, and he shuddered for a second. 'I hope you remember… I do not like to be kept waiting here. I wish for a feast …'
'You know the time is coming. The next full moon, 3 days away.'
'Then you must give us what we seek.'
'It will come to you, as you well know.'
'Then I will see you in 3 days, Swain … 3 days … and then I will take it.'
The connection dissipated, leaving Swain still slightly afraid (though he would never admit it; he was a Noxian) and he smiled. Who could stop him, he who had LeBlanc by his side and the Void at his command? He was not called the Master Tactician for nothing, either.
He would burn the world with his power, and from the he ashes he would rise to rule.
Though no one except a select few would know it, the pieces of the chessboard were already moving.