A/N: Hey guys! I'm going to be temporarily putting other fics on hold for now, because this idea has popped into my head and just won't go away. So now it will take priority over my other fics, because I think this idea is the coolest one I've had.

As a regular League of Legends player, I've come across a wide variety of other players in the game. While many of these players were skilled, friendly, and made my gaming experience enjoyable, there were easily just as many who absolutely ruined a game with faults ranging from lack of skill (which is forgivable and can be fixed over time) to serious personality and anger issues. I don't claim to be the perfect League of Legends player, in fact I don't even play Ranked. However, I do have an issue with people who troll, rage, instalock, etc.

That being said, I have recently finished reading Dante's Inferno, and then I realized: ELO Hell + Inferno = the Nine Circles of ELO Hell! And that's what this fic is about: my interpretation of what ELO Hell would be like. You will see several champions from League acting as various lords or servants of ELO Hell, ruling over the damned. I am labeling this fic as Parody/Supernatural, let me know if I should switch it to Horror.

Chapter 1 – The Quest Begins

Summoner Fenrir broke the connection to Mordekaiser's mind, sinking to the floor exhausted. This had been one of the most challenging League matches he had ever played, and having a 0-11 Kog'maw on his team who had AFK'd certainly hadn't helped matters.

"Are you all right?" one of his allies for the match looked over him, concerned.

"Yeah…" Fenrir got to his feet. "That was quite the challenge."

"I still can't believe we won that," another ally commented with a laugh. "It's a good thing we caught the enemy Kog'maw out of position and you ulted him in time. We honestly should have lost this."

"I know," Fenrir sighed. "I'm still kinda p*ssed off, though. Yes, we won that match, but it's because of idiots like our Kog'maw that games are ruined. I can't even count how many times he blamed Lee Sin for his mistakes."

"That retard tried to tower dive a full HP Blitzcrank at level 4," the summoner who had played Lee commented wryly. "Even Phreak can't save you from that kind of idiocy."

Fenrir laughed. "Yeah, well, doesn't matter now. GG, everyone."

"GG!" everyone shared their final farewells, then Fenrir left the room. As he made his way up to his room, he could feel his fatigue from the match setting in. Without even taking his clothes off, he collapsed onto his bed and let the shadows overwhelm his mind.

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"Where…where am I?" Fenrir asked groggily as he regained consciousness. As he gathered his bearings, he could see that he was deep in a stone cave, nowhere near his quarters in the Institute of War.

"This has to be a dream…" he thought as he controlled his panic. "The Institute's covered with anti-Magic fields to block out large-scale magic. I couldn't have actually teleported myself out here while I was sleeping…"

"Of course you are dreaming," a voice seemed to answer his thoughts. "But that means nothing. For the experience that you will soon face will be far more real than anything you have ever imagined."

Fenrir whirled around to face the owner of the voice…and stared in shock. "Nasus?" he asked in complete confusion.

Nasus shook his head. "Not quite…I am not Nasus. At least, not the Curator of the Sands that you have fought with in the Fields of Justice." he responded. "Like many of the celestial lords of the afterlife, I have taken on the form of one of the champions in the League. In my case, it is so that summoners who interact with me will feel more at ease in my presence. I suppose you may still call me Nasus for the time being, if it will make things easier."

"But why have you brought me here?" Fenrir asked.

Nasus nodded. "A fair question. For many years, we have watched how you summoners perform and interact with each other in League matches. And we have seen how, because of the foolishness, arrogance, and maliciousness of many of the League's summoners, the purpose of the League is slowly being corrupted and desecrated. And so, we have decided to act. Though you may not believe it, each and every summoner must, upon their death, give full account for their actions in the League, which will be met either with reward or punishment.

Fenrir nodded. "I understand that part. But why me in particular? And just where are we?"

"You are one of those summoners who has not yet given in to the sins of the League. At least, not nearly as much as others," Nasus explained. "We have decided to show individuals like you what happens to those who practice folly or wickedness on a regular basis, so that you will know exactly what to avoid in the future. And for that reason, I have come to guide you through ELO Hell itself."

"Did…did you just say ELO Hell?" Fenrir spluttered. "That's absurd! ELO Hell is merely a term, a joke amongst summoners! A synonym for Bronze Division!"

Nasus laughed. "You cannot comprehend just how mistaken you and your fellow summoners really are. ELO Hell was created long ago as a prison for the greatest of evils, a being whose name I will not utter here. And as the…noobishness, I believe it is called nowadays…of the League spread, it became also a place of punishment for the weak-minded and the wicked. A place divided into nine circles, each with a different torment for a different sin.

"Wait a minute!" Fenrir interrupted, a hint of panic emerging in his voice. "You said you came here to guide me through ELO Hell. Does this mean…am I…"

Nasus shook his head. "Be at ease," he assured him. "As I have just stated, your behavior in the League does not warrant eternal damnation, at least not yet. I merely offer you the opportunity to journey into the Nine Circles of ELO Hell, so that you may see what befalls summoners who ruin the matches of others."

Fenrir sat down as he carefully considered Nasus's proposal. On the one hand, Nasus had always been one of his favorite champions and there was something about this spirit that instantly made him feel at ease. On the other hand, he knew better than to trust a mysterious spirit, especially one that was offering to take him into what was, for all intents and purposes, Hell.

"And what proof can you give me to show that you're not some demon in disguise, planning to trap me in ELO Hell for all eternity?"

Nasus smiled. "It is good that you ask this, for it shows that you are no fool. And as for proof…" he reached into one of his pockets and took out a shining gold amulet. Fenrir's eyes widened when he recognized what it was.

"Is that…the emblem of Shurelya?" he finally choked out. "But…that's only worn by the Goddess of Light's strongest commanders!"

Nasus nodded. "This is proof that I have been indeed sent out from on high to lead you through this quest. And even if I were a demon trying to ensnare you, my plan would not succeed, for ELO Hell has no power over those who do not belong there."

Suddenly, his face broke into what Fenrir could only perceive as a grin. "Once, a year ago in fact, a group of demons once attempted to capture the mighty summoner Xpecial and drag him into ELO Hell." To Fenrir's even greater surprise, Nasus burst out laughing. "It took months to repair the damage to the Fourth Circle."

"Fourth…circle?"

The jackal-headed figure slowly calmed himself down. "The Inferno is composed of nine circles, Fenrir, each designed to punish a specific sin. The upper levels, circles 1 through 4, are the resting place of those whose lack of skill robbed them and their allies of victory time and again. The middle circles, 5 through 7, are home to those whose insufferable pride and insatiable rage consumed them and blinded them to the truth. And to the lowest circles are condemned the spiteful and truly wretched of all summoners. But I cannot tell you more until you choose to embark on this pilgrimage into the depths of ELO Hell. And I must warn you: although you cannot be contained there, the demons of Hell do not take kindly to the living entering their realm, and may attack you if you are unwary. Do not enter with a light heart and a carefree mind if you value your life."

Fenrir grinned. "And miss the opportunity of a lifetime? I'm in, Nasus. Lead me into the Inferno of the League." He reached out a hand, and instantly the shadows solidified around it and formed a black onyx staff with a purple orb at its head. "I am ready to face what comes."

Nasus smiled, a fiery determination entering his eyes. "Then let us proceed. For in the very center of this cave stands the Gates of Lamentation. The entrance…to ELO Hell."

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A/N: I'm really, really sorry if this chapter appears boring or doesn't make sense to you. Introduction chapters were never my strong suit. I promise as soon as the actual descent into Hell begins things will get much more interesting.

If you couldn't tell, "Nasus" will be assuming the role of Virgil the guide. Fenrir's just a character I came up with, he's not based on me or anybody I know in real life. He's a decent League summoner who normally has a friendly (and adventurous) personality, although he has his limits like everyone else.

If you're feeling really adventurous, try to guess the identities of the circles and any League champs that may soon appear. Otherwise, read and review please!