Veigar POV:
I remember Noxus. Those dark corridors, the endless hours of torture I underwent. Hell on Runtera.
Years after my capture by those monsters, I finally broke out of that prison and fled that awful nation. I entered there wanting to explore and do business. I had left wanting revenge, not just on Noxus, but on every nation and city-state. Nobody stood up and said "no." Nobody cared enough about me. I was merely a merchant.
I am no longer a merchant. God help me, I'm much more than that now.
I had summoned dark wizards across the land and learned everything they could teach me. I became so powerful, and am now feared as "The Tiny Master of Evil." Some think of it as a joke, others dare not speak my name.
I care not what people think. It won't matter when I crush each and every nation and city-state down to their bare foundations.
I remember Noxus. And I will make sure they know that, too.
AN: I know it's slow right now, but I work a double shift tomorrow and I just now got the idea for this. My goal is to post at least one chapter a week, so stay tuned! They will be longer chapters, too. I promise.
