The Crimson Assassin Chapter Seven: A new enemy

Authors notes:

Thanks to everyone so far for the support. Special thanks to RazorC for all dat constructive criticism and feedback. Btw I rushed to finish the last chapter due to the block week (the week I cant write in, not that I don't want but I cant) so it was a bit shorter. In the next rewiev tell me how mutch long chapters do you want them to be. And for the ppl who asked if there will be a lemon, ik it's a M rated story and all but I don't know how to write lemons, nor have I tried for that matter, so the answer is maybaaaa.

Enjoy

The Sun has just risen behind the covers of Mt. Targon and shone upon the glass dome over the institute gardens. A lonely green leaf slowly fell from a nearby tree and landed on Thero'gars uncovered nose, the gentle touch of the leaf waking him up.

He was lying against a tree close to the rock he was playng the night before. He thought of getting sp since his back was getting sore but then realized there was something weighting his chest down. When he lowered his head in order to see what was holding him down he saw a familiar face resting upon his breastplate arms embracing him as millions of strands of long white hair lay in every possible direction.

With a gentle half smile he remembered the night before, every detail of it. Now that he did, there was one small question… What now?

Was he in a relationship with her, well they were more than friends certainly and he did feel something unexplainable towards her. Since he has never been in a relationship before he didn't really know how things go around in that area.

He moved his left hand, slowly as to not wake Syndra up, um to his face and pinched the black fabric of his facemask and brought it up to his nose, just below his eyes.

He thought for a second and then tried maneuvering out of her embrace, Syndra responded by mumbling something and embracing him even tighter, not letting go. He thought of blinking out but then she will fall since she would lose support she found on his chest and maybe hurt her head.

"Umm….hey its me summoner Nicholas, remember me?" Said an voice in his head that was rather annoying to say the least.

"No… What do you want?" The assassin responded in his head.

"You got a battle in a few minutes, so get ready." The summoner responded.

If there was something the assassin hated in the Institute it was mental links, they always left a buzz in his head, not letting him concentrate, it was hard telling if he was speaking something out loud or thinking it.

He slowly moved his hand to grab Syndras shoulder and shake it gently. The purple mage slowly opened one eye to inspect her surroundings, after a moment of recalling the night before she let out a soft giggle.

"Syndra I have a game now, you should wake up." Thero'gar said in a voice that was just above a whisper.

She slowly got up stretching and letting go of a yawn. The assassin took a moment to inspect her body, slender yet curvy, so…. He got carried a way for a second there.

He too got up as blue circles appeared on the grass around him and were getting smaller by the moment. As he looked upon Syndras face he saw a wide small adorning the purple mages face. Just as the circle was about to take him in an instant, Syndra lowered his mask and embraced him for a long kiss and whispered something to his ear.

Strawberry…

As he appeared in the round chamber he didn't bother looking at who is on his team, he could have sweared, or maybe it was just his imagination, but then again he didn't have any imagination.

Did he hear "I love you"?

He stopped thinking as the magical altering of the Rift ended and they were transported on the base platform, just above their nexus. He waited a few seconds so that his summoner gets him the items he needed.

He paid little attention to what his summoner was rambling in his head but he overheard that his opponent is skillshot dependant so he is getting him boots of speed. The assassin felt a burst of speed as he continued down the central lane of the forest.

The assassin slowly approached his tower and leaned on it casually. The'rogar let the breeze caress his face as strands of white hair passed over his eyes. White hair?

"What is the meaning of this?" The assassin asked in his mental link.

"Huh?" The summoner was confused.

"This ridiculous outfit!" Thero'gar said.

"Oh that's a skin I purchased, quite cool huh?" The summoner said relaxing a bit since he thought he had done no harm.

The assassin inspected his armor. It was a white and lightblue version of his classical armor, only with more, decorations…

He hated decorations, he could hardly recognize his daggers, his sword, even his hair. He was disgusted at his new look, it reminded him of the dogs that were always near the emperors feet, boot lickers, hoping to get a "Good boy" from the lord.

He shrugged, no use in getting angry over something you can't change. It didn't feel any different it was just, unmodest.

The assassin followed his minions with his gaze as they clashed with the opposing ones in their mindless clash. He slowly approached them and stabbed one minion that was about to die.

Farming, as the summoners named it was a boring job of killing minions for gold, he preferred to farm champions. Thero'gar lazily raised his katana and let gravity do its job as he let the swords weight pull it down slaying another minion.

At this point he wondered if his enemy had the courage to approach him, or they just didn't want to watch him in the outfit so decided leave.

That thought made a unnoticeable smile under his mask.

Thero'gars eyes widened in shock, his sword falling out of the usually sturdy grip of his arm. Over the other side of the minion front was an giant purple eye, framed with an yellow body and from it stretched out were three tentacles.

The creature didn't seem to aknowlage his existence as it zapped a minion with a small purple ray as the minion was reduced to ashes.

"You…." The assassin mumbled.

"Inferior creature, you address me?"

"Are you of the Void monsters?" The assassin said his hand shaking.

"I am no monster, I am Vel'Koz, but I am of the Void."

The assassin viciously stepped on the hilt of his dropped sword sending it flying high in the air, as it descended he grabbed it. With a short spring the assassin jumped over the minion wall and with a cry of rage aimed a diagonal slash at Vel'Koz. The creature covered its eye with one of its tentacles leaving it severed. The assassin didn't stop there as he took out his two blades from his back in order to execute a barrage of slices. The creature fired a small wave of purple energy at the ground but the assassin didn't pay any attention on it. It proved to be a big mistake as a pillar of magneta energy erupted out of the ground sending him flying back and leaving a crater in the ground.

The assassin landed on his back and managed to get up, he began recklessly pursuing Vel'Koz as he retreated to his turret, his movements loosing al the grace they had.

As he neared the turret it fired blasts of blue energy at him, each blash hurting more and more, but he didn't stop, the desire for vengeance was too great.

He fell to his knees and then on his arms, not being able to move any further. Vel'koz was floating triumphantly over him with crossed tentacles over his invisible chest.

"Weak-minded creature, ha ha ha." The Void creature gloated as it became difficult to breathe. He finally fell to the moist grass, the last thing he saw was a tiny brown squirrel approaching his face.

"Umm….why did you tower dive at level one with no minions?" The summoner asked in the assassins head confused by his actions.

"Summoner Nicholas, do you value your life?" The assassin calmly asked his summoner.

"Well…yea, kinda?" The summoner replied, a hint of unease in his voice.

"If that is the case, I suggest you shut up." The assassin replied to the summoner who gave a gulp in response.

The assassin tried processing what he just saw as he gave his summoner a few moments to buy him his items. A Void creature in the rift? How? Why? Are there more of them?

There were so much unanswered questions, he needed to do a bit more research afterwards, but now to concentrate on the battle.

As the assassin advanced down the bottom lane he noticed something new on his weapons. It seems as if they were fueled by some sort of electrical energy, rift magic again.

The road down bottom lane was relatively short due to the Boots of Mobility his summoner bought him. He did wonder, how do boots make him run faster?

The assassin approached the rubble where his turret used to stand, from there he could see an Echinda, half woman half serpent, she was wounded and was slowly making her way to him.

She lay in front of the assassins feet, blood flowing out of a deep cut in her back, she grabbed his feet.

"Pleassse help me!" She whined at his feet.

The assassin raised his gaze from the serpent woman and to the approaching mass of stone he came to know as Maplhite.

His summoner noticed him of an approaching enemy that he named Malzahar, he was told to dispose of the stone chunk quickly.

Thero'gar picked Behemoth from his belt and threw it at malphite hitting him in the center of his chest making him stumble back. He opted for Carvus instead of Venomfang as he didn't believe venom could spread trough stone.

The mountain of stone quickly retorted by charging to him at a speed Thero'gar thought was impossible for the creature to attain. Malphite hit the assassin with such force he sent him flying several feet backwards. The assassin got onto his knees trying to catch his breath but then he saw a large wheel of stone moving at his direction.

The assassin thought of a simple maneuver to dodge Malphites attack. Just as the stone moved to hit him the assassin blinked behind it effectively moving out of its way. To his surprise, the wheel moved in an impossible way backwards hitting the assassin in the back making him fall to the ground.

The shard of the monolith approached the assassin to deliver the finishing blow. The assassins ear picked up a sound coming from a bush behind Malphite.

"Come here big boy…" The serpent said venom in her voice.

The creature turned around and in a shriek green light burst out of the serpents eyes turning Malphite into stone.

"Wait how did you mana…." The assassin now in utter confusion.

"Sss top wasting time!" The serpent yelled as the assassin quit trying to figure out how she managed to turn Malphite to stone.

Thero'gar blinked in front of Malphite and in two slices its arms fell off shattering on contact with the ground, the attack was ended in a high kick sending the creatures head flying towards the direction of the river, its body falling heavily on the ground.

The serpent crawled towards the assassin suing her tail to raise herself to eye level to him.

"Oh hi, I am Cassssiopeia but you can call me…" She was interrupted when a sudden pain hit her, in an loud scream left her lips she fell limply to the ground.

The assassin watched the half melted head of Cassiopeia unfazed by the gore. He gazed up to see from where the beam of purple energy came.

Just above the ground a man in purple robes was floating, over his head he had a purple ornate hood with a facemask obscuring his face, similar to his own.

"Malzahar I presume?" The assassin impassively asked.

"You guessed right, id hate to waste time, shall we?" He didn't wait for an answer as he approached him.

From his hand he fired a beam of purple energy that the assassin dodged. The assassin was dashing quickly but the mage raised both of his hands and on both sides of the assassin two dark purple portals appeared and shot out energy beams from both of them hitting the assassin who fell on one knee. He was quite fed as the summoners would say.

He tried blinking from behind him but found himself unable to, the next beam of energy from the mages hands hit him in the right shoulder.

"BEHOLD YOUR DEMISE!"

The area around the assassin turned black, where was he?

He was walking trough a forest, it was golden from the autumn, leaves were falling all around him.

It was if he was watching from his own eyes but not able to do anything.

The road ends on the edge of a cliff, he was no longer in the forest, he was on top of a mountain, it was snowing heavily.

Was he cold?

He was never cold.

He wasn't wearing his armor, but some filthy rags.

He gazed on his right arm, where the Segregares mark ended just below it was the blue Agapos mark, one that symbolized that the bearer is married. What surprised him more was that on his left arm was another Agapos mark red in color. That didn't make any sence.

The blue mark was carried by husbands and an indentical only red in colour by wives. Why did he carry both of them?

His thinking was cut short when he jumped of the cliff. The Actos couldn't die of old age and had massive regenerative abilities, but there wasn't any way he could survive this fall, was it suicide.

The vision ended at him holding his head, he had a strong headache.

The assassin was breathing shallow ragged breaths, that felt real, too real to him.

The mage floated casually towards him.

"You put up a good fight assassin, not got enough tho." He raised a hand to finish him but stopped when he saw the ground around his legs darken, a shadow?

"Fuc…"

The assassin covered his eyes with his hand at the incoming wawe of rocks and dust. After a few moments when the dust settled he saw that the ground has cracked by what seemed a force of great power.

Where the cracks were the biggest he saw metallic feet. It appeared that the metallic feet were a set of full metallic armor. The warrior had a tattered red cape wavering at the breeze, a vicious looking spear at one hand and a patched up shield in the other. The whole armor was full of dents and scratches, it seems that it has seen quite a few battles.

"You are privileged to die at my feet!" The metallic man yelled as he bashed his spear against his shield.

Malzahar tried to recover from the assault but was not given any time as the warrior charged jumping and hitting him in the head with his shield.

"Get up and fight!" The armored man said.

Malzahar suddenly opened his eyes and with a move of his hand the ground under the armored warrior became purple and filled with negative energy.

"You think this is enough to stop m…" The armored man was interrupted as a small purple creature suddenly appeared before him from a portal.

"Voidlings?" The assassin was truly shocked now.

The creature let out a low growl as I suddenly got bigger and with that it jumped on the armored warrior.

Malzahar used that moment to increase the distance with flash, but the assassin didn't want to let go just yet.

"Rin, Pyo, Tou, Sha, Kai, Rin, Retsu, Zai, Zen" In mere seconds the rift became filled with a coat of thick red mist.

The heavy scent of blood almost made Malzahar puke.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH"

The mist cleared out fast, the assassin turned his gaze from the mutilated corpse of the mage to the metal warrior who was trying to get a voidling off his spear.

Time stopped as the voice of the female announcer declared the defeat of Thero'gars team.

"Backdoored…" Said the voice of the assassins summoner in his head.

Time passed rather quickly from the moment of their defeat to the return in the Institute gardens. Thero'gar was brainstorming the one question that bothered him the most, what is the Void doing here?

He overheard from a few summoners something about the institutes library, he should search it soon. The assassin decided that he will do it now since he hasn't anything to do now.

As the assassin looked around him he found himself surrounded by a peaceful and green clearing in the forest, under the same three he fell asleep with Syndra in his arms.

This thought triggered something, unexplainable, warmth, was he sick? He was never sick, he didn't know what this new feeling was nor how to explain it.

From the clearing he made his way quickly to the cobblestone walkway. He continued following it not paying any attention to the summoners greeting him, they were just a nuisance as was this whole place, in 250 years he will be free.

It appeared that something was blocking his way, male, average height, blue armor, at this moment he remembered him, he was the same ninja that watched him in the Ionian wing hallway, did he have a stalker?

At this point it didn't matter though, because the ninja drawed his two swords.

The ninja's bright yellow eyes watched Thero'gars dimly glowing crimson ones.

Authors notes:

Srry ppl I was forced to rush this chapter coz the block week came again, im not happy about it but that is just how things are, thanks for all the support I got so far!