It was midnight and darkness had settled like a blanket of snow over Valoran. Deep in the recesses of the grand and ornate Institute of War, three beasts, imprisoned for eternity, called out in anger and rage, their fury falling upon only the walls. Their roars and shrieks echoed down long halls filled with nothing but the darkness that embraced them.
"This is no way for the most powerful beings in the universe to live. Chained to the ground by the magic of those they came to destroy." echoed the voice of a lone man, robes and body inscribed with the glowing, ancient Icathian scriptures.
"Who dares enter our prison?" responded the demonic voice of one beast, his enormous red and black striped carapace rising and two green eyes flaring with hatred above a drooling maw with mandibles ready to feast on the unexpected visitor.
"A friend and a prophet." The man responded, hinting at his identity.
"Malzahar." muttered one of the other beasts, its body rising from sleep as well. It stretched out its blade-like appendages, while spreading its wings and rattling its spikes upon its purple exoskeleton, slowly turning to face the Prophet of the Void.
"And why do you think we consider YOU our friend?" replied the violet Void-born creature.
"Because, I have come to give you freedom, my brothers." answered Malzahar.
"I still don't trust you. But make it quick, little one," Kha'Zix hissed, his green eyes glowing brightly within the darkness.
"Do not worry, this will be quick. Thousands of years ago mankind worshipped you as the Gods you are, but now they fear and deny you and your realms' existences, and chain you with ancient seals and spells fearing the day of the Second Coming of The Void. I come to you offering a way to regain this world and open the doors between this world and yours'."
"A tempting offer, but what is your goal? What do you seek to gain from this, prophet?" Cho'Gath questioned, his voice hiding the excitement he felt for freedom and the chance to feast on prey again; a feeling he shared with his fellow void-born.
"I simply wish to see the rise of the Void once again, and to see the true Gods ascend and hunt as they did before. But tell me… Why has Kog'Maw been silent this whole time I have been speaking to you?" Malzahar began to worry when this realization hit him.
"Ahh, the poor whelp. He is starving, and since we are immortal, he is forced to suffer eternal starvation, an agony Kha'Zix and I have grown used to in our time on this world, but one he has yet to endure on this world…" Cho'Gath answered, something in his voice that hinted almost sympathy for the young creature, but it was soon turned to hatred as he continued.
"The summoners call us monsters, and fear us simply for existing! All we do is what any creature does! We feast upon those that are weaker, survive, and grow stronger! They imprison us, and use us to fight in their pathetic League! They cause us to suffer, and care not even for a starving hatchling!" At this Kog'Maw stirred but was too weak to rise.
"Fooooooooooooood…" he whimpered, saliva dripping from his maw and searing the floor.
"The summoners will never understand," Cho'Gath continued, a sudden realization hitting him, "they cannot understand. But you do don't you, prophet? You have been to the last remaining door to the Void, and you have seen our ways, what we live in, why we live the way we do."
"Yes, I have. And I understand what mankind never will. That is why I have come for you. That is why they will soon suffer under the power of The Void." Malzahar reassured. He noticed a rat slowly scurry up to the floor beneath him. With a flick of his wrist, dark energy lashed out, breaking its neck. He picked it up by the tail and threw it to the floor near Kog'Maw.
"Eat young one, we have much work to do."