Author's Notes: This chapter was completely reworked from 'Garen and the Foreign, Armored Lady' with 'A Date with Danger!'. I thought it was (overall) a better and more interesting chapter that would actually focus on the Master of Metal and his buddies, along with a Void champion. With that said, enjoy.
Mordekaiser woke up on his comfy sofa. Annoyed by the blinding light coming from the windows, he covered his eyes. He could never seem to find a way to block the light, as the windows repelled anything placed on it for some reason. Might've been some protection magic, but he had no need for such curse placed on his windows. Muttering inaudible things, he closed his eyes once more. He gave up due to the pleasant steel of his sofa. And for some reason, today, he felt really... soft. Soft in a blissful way. His chest felt lighter than usual, and his body didn't feel that cold at all. The iron man pulled the blanket closer to him as he-
...Wait... wait a minute...
The Master of Metal looked down, curious as to what he was holding onto. As far as he knew, he hadn't created or bought any blankets for his sofa. And he surely didn't bring the one from his bedroom.
Instead of a blanket, Mordekaiser found Draven, who was wide awake and staring at the iron man.
"Yo, yo, so I heard you like flesh blankets. Lemme show you how to play tic-tac-toe in the League of Draaaaven!"
Mordekaiser screamed,
"AUGHHHHH!"
The Master of Metal took deep breaths as he sat up from his sofa. Looking at his side, when he found no Draven, he felt relieved. That last thing he wanted to see was the Executioner sitting next to him for over thirty seconds. Sighing, the iron man closed his eyes once more. He felt quite heavy unlike when he was in his nightmare- no, he felt heavier than usual. Opening his eyes in confusion, Mordekaiser looked up to see if something was on his chest.
There wasn't.
Sighing in relief, the iron man got up from his sofa before getting up. He went to his refrigerator before taking out a can of soda. Opening it, he was just about to drink when he heard something knock on his door once.
"Great," grumbled the iron man as he scratched his helmet furiously, "I guess I'll need to install that automated voice machine to tell everyone to stay out..."
He headed over to the door before opening it, revealing two people standing straight. It was none other than Sejuani, the Winter's Wrath, and Twisted Fate, the Card Master. The gambler grinned as he let out a hand, saying with a somewhat friendly voice, "Hey, partner. How've you been doin'?"
Mordekaiser chuckled before he shook Fate's hand. He both hated and loved being with the Card Master depending on what he was doing at the moment. Twisted Fate was a decent man outside of gambling, though you still need to have a low temper against his ways of lying now and then; a habit he had earned from his path to riches. "Ah, if it isn't the Card Master. Glad to see you around; I still have to thank you for shutting that one yordle up with your enhanced Yellow Card. You have brought... the queen of Freljord with you, correct?"
Twisted Fate turned to take a quick glance at the Freljordian leader of the Winter's Claw, who had a stern look on her face. She was not with Bristle this time, fearing that she might get the boar hurt by Mordekaiser in some way. Sejuani didn't exactly trust the Master of Metal yet.
"Eh... yeah. She said something 'bout having to thank you for some incident that recently happened. Hard to imagine you helping people, y' know?"
Mordekaiser fell silent. He sighed before muttering, "I had no choice." The Card Master grinned wider, patting the iron man's chest armor lightly.
"We all have a bad side, but we also have good ones. Now, may I?"
The Master of Metal turned back before heading to his room, giving a quick nod to let Fate inside. The card shark whistled, impressed by the steel interior designed entirely by Mordekaiser- well, most of it, that is. He looked around before finding a chair placed in the middle of the room. "Did'ja use this before we came in?"
"Nope," said the iron man, shaking his head, "that would be Vi's work. She's gone now, so make yourself comfortable. Just don't steal my money."
The Card Master chuckled before taking out a small, rectangular container that was made of gold and metal. He opened it, revealing his own deck of cards. Twisted Fate took them out before beginning to shuffled them around. "I've got plenty to do other than stealing money; one of them being to prepare for my next gambling session. Go do your business with the queen, would'ja?"
Reassured that the card shark wouldn't steal his money, Mordekaiser turned to face Sejuani, who was sitting near the dining table. She felt his gaze, making her turn to face him. The iron man headed over to the table before taking a seat.
"So, what brings you here?"
Sejuani cleared her throat before saying,
"I despise Shadow Isles, and I despise everything about it. It is full of abominations that seek out blood, and my people know that they are not ones that could talk with reason. There is no reason within them, after all. They are dead and alive; things that couldn't be considered as humans. Nothing stops them from attacking others, and I am certain that they would attack my people without hesitation. Even the Void has some creatures that could be reasoned with unlike the monsters in-"
As Sejuani continued her speech, Mordekaiser suddenly felt a dreadful feeling coming to him. It made him feel woozy but alerted at the same time. Confused by how his vision started to blur out, he fought an unknown urge threatening to consume him whole. As he continued pretending to hear the Winter's Wrath out, the Master of Metal came with a horrifying revelation.
He was bored. Bored out of his mind.
The iron man wept in his own world,
It's soooooooo... boring...
At this point, the Winter's Wrath had closed her eyes, deep in thought and sharing her experiences about her first encounter with one of Shadow Isle's inhabitants. This allowed Mordekaiser to seek help from the Card Master, who seemed amused at how the iron man was visibly in pain from the long speech. The Master of Metal mouthed clearly,
MAKE. IT. STOP.
Twisted Fate opened his mouth to say something, but it shut as quickly as it was opened. He had lots of luck, but he didn't want to take his chances in ticking off the queen of the Winter's Claw. Freljordians had the tendency to talk a lot when they wanted to say something, so the card shark understood why someone short-tempered like Mordekaiser would find it absolutely painful to have a lengthy conversation with a Freljordian. The Card Master shook his head, signifying that he wouldn't be able to help, before heading over to the iron man's sofa. Turning on the television at some cheap movie channel would at least settle Mordekaiser's mind a little- just a little.
Then Sejuani began to conclude her unnecessarily long message,
"...and so, I would like to tell you this. As the queen of the Winter's Claw, I humbly thank you for saving my life. I never thought that one from Shadow Isles would protect me from his own kind, and for that, I am grateful."
Mordekaiser, who had pretended to listen to the entire speech, nodded before telling her, "That was the longest speech I had ever heard in my entire freaking life. You are welcome."
Sejuani bowed before standing up from her chair. She then left the room without a word. When the door was shut, the iron man's face slammed itself on the dining table. Twisted Fate asked from the sofa, "So, how was it like to hear a Freljordian out? And a queen, out of all people, too?"
The Master of Metal grumbled, "It sucked."
"Heh, don't worry. You'll be seeing her a lot more soon."
Twisted Fate eventually left the Master of Metal's dormitory, allowing silence to return in the iron man's place He simply stared out the largest window in the living room, watching over the Institute. Mordekaiser knew that thanks to Mercedes, he had been able to make his name known among more people, and in a less negative light, too. His recent activities had gotten himself closer with the champions, which was quite interesting to even the iron man himself. After observing the Institute a little more, he turned back, heading to his sofa again.
He never had the chance to, however, as he saw something wandering around his room.
"...is that a horse?!"
And then something hit the back of his head.
One hour later...
...
...
...
Ugh... wow, I feel like puking... where the heck am I?
Mordekaiser woke up. He had been knocked out by an unknown object in his own dormitory. Whatever or whoever that wanted to attack him used a horse out of all things to distract him. The fact that he fell for it was worse. Shaking his head, he looked around before noticing something.
He was hanging from the ceiling of Thresh's Prison. Tied up with a tight rope, too.
"Oh, come on!"
However, he wasn't the only one around. Around him (tied upside down as well) were none other than his Shadow Isles buddies: Hecarim, Karthus, Yorick, and Thresh himself. They were, like him, complaining at how the situation was annoying to them as well. Except for Hecarim, though; he was still knocked out cold. All of them were tied at the center of the ceiling, making them quite close to each other.
"...so," asked Mordekaiser to Thresh, "you mind how we ended up in this mess?"
The Chain Warden grumbled, "Don't ask me. All I know is that this ward was not made to lock ME in! I was sleepin' aaaaaaall good and innocent until something hit my head. It's nice to have company, though!"
Karthus rolled his eyes as he sarcastically asked, "Yeah, says the one who accidentally locked the president of the Institute on accident at one point?"
"Hey, he really looked like a robber at that time! For some reason, that is..."
Yorick bluntly stated, "I feel dizzy."
"Yeah, no sh#&," replied Mordekaiser, who was quite angry at this point, "I feel like barfing."
Hecarim, who was surprisingly well-tied to the ceiling, lazily said as he woke up, "Blargh... man, I feel so high right now."
Mordekaiser, who was tied next to the Horseman, raised an eyebrow. "...I hope you meant it the literal way. Because a Hecarim that's high definitely isn't good news."
"I guess it's time to reveal myself," said a mysterious voice in the dark. Everyone looked below in curiosity.
Below them was someone who appeared to be a summoner. He had golden stripes across his hood, signifying that he was from a high class. "I have decided to get rid of you bumbling dolts for the greater good of the Institute. Capturing you all one-by-one proved easier than I thought. I have overestimated you fools' intelligence."
"Hey," said Thresh, annoyed by the man he was facing, "I'm smarter than ninety-eight percent of the population in this world. Beat that, genius."
Karthus turned to face Thresh, eyes widened. "If you're smarter than the ninety-eight percent, than I guess I'm at the apex when it comes to intelligence, then!"
"Hey!"
"Enough already! Now that the Shadow of War has awakened just now, I shall reveal to you something... pleasant."
The summoner stepped aside, revealing the weapons of the Shadow Isles denizens. Hecarim, who found his own weapon sitting in front of him, complained, "Oh, ho, come on! I just sharpened that thing!"
Yorick, once again, bluntly stated, "That's so D-List."
Every of the Shadow Isles fighters agreed, with Karthus nodding violently for no real reason. "Totally D-List."
"E-List."
"No, it's Zero List, you stupid pony!"
"Shut up, tin can!"
"WHAT'CHOO CALL ME?!"
"ENOUGH!"
Everyone turned to look at the summoner, who was quite ignored up to this point. He was seething with anger.
"You... you all are reasons for why I can't progress to the Platinum leagues! All of you made me lose the mandatory matches. All of you! You are all fathomable, repugnant, and unneeded! You are all disgusting abominations, and there's no place for you among the Legends!"
The elite summoner began to gather dark magic energy, which crackled violently underneath his hands. He was about to use high-class combat magic, which made all of the Shadow Isle Dudes make 'O-Faces'.
"Begone, fiends! And never stop my way to glory again!"
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…
"...AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," screamed everyone except the summoner.
"HOLY CRAP, I NEED MY LANTERN!"
"I'll have to dig my own grave if I'm gonna die any sooner- oh wait a minute-"
"WHAT THE- WHY ARE WE TALKING IN ITALICIZED TEXT?!"
"I'M TOO YOUNG TO-... I mean, I'M TOO OLD TO DIE! YET!"
As the Shadow Isles Dudes began to panic, Mordekaiser began to think of a way they could get out of this situation. Currently, the summoner was still gathering energy (like a D-List villain) that had the potential to kill them, and if strong enough, kill them forever. He couldn't do anything about it right at the moment, so he needed to think of something clever. Something extremely clever that only someone from Shadow Isles would think of.
And then he thought of one of the dumbest, yet best solutions.
"Karthus," screamed Mordekaiser in a high-pitched voice, "The Grudge! I see the Grudge! She's heading for the biggest smooch 'mankind would ever see' with you!"
Karthus also screamed like a girl before unconsciously screaming,
"HOLY-F#&K-A-MOLE, REQUIEEEEEEEEEEEM!"
The elite summoner's eyes widened before attempting to fire his dark magic, but it was too late. Karthus' Requiem had been cast, causing the spell to come with a powerful impact. Just before the attack, the summoner cried out, "NO-"
He had no choice but to get smashed into the ground. As he fell, the magic uncontrollably shot out, destroying a part of the ceiling. Light peered into the prison building, causing every single one of the Shadow Isles denizens groan in annoyance. When the elite summoner began to stand on his feet (surprisingly), Yorick's eyes flashed. And when his eyes flash, it usually meant that he was up to something.
"Yorick," whispered Mordekaiser, "do you have something in mind?"
The Gravedigger stared off into empty space. It took a few seconds for him to reply, "No."
Everyone except the summoner groaned again.
The elitist began to gather magic once more, clearly intent on killing the champions permanently. He was heavily injured thanks to Requiem, but it wasn't enough to kill him for some reason. With that being seen, Thresh took a hidden item out of his pockets before fiddling around with it. Noticing his suspicious movements, Hecarim asked, "Thresh, what'cha got there?"
The Chain Warden revealed a hand grenade to his friends.
"Holy BALLS," said a shocked Karthus.
"THROW IT, DUDE! THROW IT! THROW IT! THROW IT!"
"DUDE, IT'S UNPINNED! WHAT'RE YOU WAITING FOR?!"
As the rest of the Shadow Isles inhabitants began to shout in fear, Thresh aimed... before throwing it at the summoner. Due to the fact that he was focusing all of his energy into charging his spell, the villain guilty of capturing the five champions did not realize the hand grenade rolling below him.
It continued to roll... and roll... and roll...
...
"Thresh," said Yorick, "I think you missed."
An explosion, along with a flabbergasted summoner, proved his theory to be correct.
"Dang," mumbled the Chain Warden, "I stole that from Ziggs, too..."
Just when all hope seemed to be lost, the sound of a door opening echoed across the building. Everyone turned to face the mystery newcomer, who entered casually.
"Hey Thresh," said Kha'Zix, the Voidreaver, "I wanna test something. I'm gonna evolve my sh#&, and you're gonna- whuuuuat the heck happened to you guys?!"
The purple predator of the Void, who currently had his Spike Racks evolved for whatever reason he had, let his jaw hang, clearly confused at the current situation. The summoner, on the other hand, became frightened of the champion's presence.. He turned around before attempting to hit Kha'Zix with his lethal magic. However, Mordekaiser acted on a faster note,
"Kha'Zix! Kill this bub and get us out of here!"
The Voidreaver's eyes widened when he realized that a magic bolt was sent flying straight towards him. On pure instinct, Kha'Zix flexed his legs... before jumping over the powerful spell. He landed in front of the summoner, who had fell on his back in surprise. The elitist focused his energy before using Flash on himself to quickly teleport behind the predator. When the one guilty of attempting to kill five champions began to run for the exit, the Voidreaver growled,
"Oh? So you think that you'll get away with trying to kill me? Well, I'm sorry, but as short as our meeting was..."
Kha'Zix revealed several spikes protruding from his shoulders before he aimed carefully. He then muttered,
"Die running."
He fired his Spike Racks, one by one, at the running summoner. Each spike slowed the man down as he began to bleed out. When the final spike hit the summoner, Kha'Zix had appeared right behind him. Impaling the criminal with both of his claws, the Voidreaver began to pull the sharp weapons violently.
With a final scream, the elite summoner who swore revenge on five Shadow Isles champions was torn in half.
"Yeah," yelled Thresh, happy to find that the 'D-List' villain was taken care of quite quickly, "those things are so- OW, SOMETHING HIT MY FACE!"
Hecarim screamed wildly when a liver blinded him from the world. Kha'Zix went over to the champions before untying them from their ropes. "So, uh," asked the Voidreaver, "what exactly happened here? I just kinda killed him without knowing what I was doing, but... hey, he was assaulting me, so the Institute won't blame me if I tell them. And they know how my drift goes."
Mordekaiser grumbled, "Something about us forcing him to stay out of the Platinum leagues. Quite a stupid reason, if you ask me."
"...Seriously? Platinum leagues? Apparently, this guy didn't even know about how the Challenger tiers are really life-changing," said Kha'Zix.
Yorick agreed with a nod of his head. Karthus, on the other hand, stated, "May that be a lesson to us, for we have now learned that many of the guilty could be D-List, and would stop nothing at doing underhanded D-List things."
"Indeed," agreed Hecarim.
While they were all talking about how anti-climatic the villain died, Kha'Zix asked himself,
"What the heck is D-List, anyways?"
Every of the 'Shadow Isles Dudes' eventually left the prison. Thresh, Karthus, Hecarim, and Yorick went out to search for any place that could allow them to party hard, while Mordekaiser left for his dormitory. Kha'Zix left to personally discuss with the high councilors about the topic of the elite summoner. Yawning, the Master of Metal walked alone, heading for the Champions' Break. As he walked, he recalled a certain Horseman telling him about the wedding that was held not so long ago,
"Hey, it wasn't my fault that the wedding went kinda screwed! After Yorick finished his horrible priest speech, Ashe and Tryndamere tried to leave while you guys were in battle! I literally had to stop everything before hosting a party. Blew tons of gold at that time..."
He chuckled, remembering Hecarim's infuriated attitude. Entering the main building that contained the dormitories, the Master of Metal went for the elevator.
I guess some Cola would make my day even better.
Author's Notes: Next chapter- "Carnival Phantasm!"
Man, this chapter was actually rushed! Sorry for the long absence, I was recently away from writing this story and focused more on playing the actual game to learn more stuff. :P
Yes, I poked fun on the topic of 'original villain characters' a little, but it's only for satiric humor.
The original chapters 'Demacian Confusion!' and 'Garen and the Foreign, Armored Lady!' were deleted due to the fact that they weren't exactly funny at all.