"What you would live for is the same as what you would die for. She is dead. I live for nothing. With all that being said, you can GO TO HELL YOU GODLESS BEAST!"

-Mortarasa

Year two after the jump, while fighting hordes of void creatures.

3 years later. . .

I woke up in a desert, after 3 years of fighting void creatures and eating whatever was edible, I finally found a portal that lead to on another planet. I looked around the barren landscape, the sun's heat beating against my bruised back and the dry air sapped me of my strength. A few green spiky plants grew around the area, but nothing looked like to be easy food. I took up my gear and marched ahead, wanting to save the jetpack as I wasn't sure if I could find anyone who could maintain an anti-matter device anywhere here. I eventually found a town, there were people! I began to look around, this was too technology advanced for another planet planned for slavery. . . One that got off the radar? One of the guards stopped me, and spoke in a language I didn't understand, turning on the translator chip, it roughly translated for me.

"You . . . . are? Nope. . . pass."

I shot him in the face, and kept on walking, all the nearby guards tried to assault me, and they were all shot down.

Leaving the corpses on the ground, I grabbed what looked to be a fruit, and bit into it. It was sweet and watery, something I hadn't enjoyed in a long time. I searched around, and grabbed all the food I could hold.

I looked up, letting the warmth consume me. Never been so grateful for basic food. The void really does change a person. I browsed around the abandoned market place, nothing took to my fancy, so I kept on walking.

Leaving the town behind, I kept on marching, hoping for the translator to eventually learn their language. Perhaps I could live on this place.

"Rek'sai, one species has escaped the void which we did not allow, what shall we do?"

Malzahar felt the stare from Rek'sai, and knew instantly.

Malzahar slowly floated away "More isn't always better." he muttered.

It's been a few days, and I've been trying to get out of the desert. It's dry and unforgiving temperature changes were taking a toll on my armour, trying to maintain regular body heat and hydration. At least the void maintained a consistent temperature. Marching in the heat took a toll, but I was used to long jogs, and frankly, nothing feels like anything anymore. Not after the void, not after her death. I saw a nearby campfire, and slowly walked towards it, a bunch of people were talking, my suit camouflaged me into the ground. Oh good, more chances for the translator to do its magic.

"Neat. . . . Empty-Space. . . . League of Legends."

I knelt there for a few hours, letting the translator figuring out the language, before finally approaching them.

One of them turned around, and saw me. The suit warned me it was most likely bandits or thieves, but I was not worried.

"Eh? Look here lads, we got a fresh one!"

I kept walking towards them, ignoring the hoots.

"Ah, fearless too! Seeking your death?"

I looked at them without emotion, knowing I can kill these people whenever I felt so.

"I require information about this world."

They all stared at me like I was crazy, I had no time for this. I drew my gun and shot the closest one in the face, ending him instantly, then I shot the rest, leaving one alive, stunned.

"Answer or die."

His eyes were big with fear, not used to people fighting back.

"We're. . . we're p-p-part of the huge ban-bandit group. . . You won't get away with this!"

I holstered my sniper, and took out my sword.

"Then scream, scream as loud as you can, and see if I'll be stopped."

An hour later, and a mangled body on the ground, I sheathed my blade and rummaged for items. My suit told me that the best place to head to currently would be something called the League of Legends, where not only do I gain massive amounts of protection, but also get paid decently and gain fame. There was something about having to become a champion, and a test, but I shrugged it off, nothing could have been worse then what I've gone through.

Malzahar stood and watched as the man killed all of the bandits without hesitation, and left. This is not a creature of the void. The moment he was about to leave, a new command emerged.

"Kill him, we don't need another Kassadin."

Malzahar sighed, "As you wish." then slowly walked over, not wanting to clean his robes yet again because of blood.

9 o'clock, unknown figure approaching, species unknown, might be necromancer or an undead unit. The message displayed in my helmet, and I spun around and pulled out my pistol and fired, thinking it was the bandits. The unknown figure in purple stopped it with a wave of purple energy while staring right at me with his glowing eyes.

"I am Malzahar, and this is the VOID!"

I fell on one knee as the void returned to me, the nightmares, the bloody fights, the bitter eating. The suit pulsed green, and ordered an orbital laser, but this world was too far from my original one for a response.

The world transformed around me, void creatures everywhere, and right in front of me, was one that was the size of a small mountain, and looked as if it wanted to crush me. I forgot all about my escape from the void, and it was as if I never left in the first place.

It had four arms, spikes all over its body, and a huge maw. It stomped on the ground, causing huge spikes to erupt beneath me. I flew into the air as it punched me and I flew back into the cold unforgiving ground. Slowly I got up, and was about to fly away when a huge roar hit me, destroying all of my sensitive equipment, it must have been weak after 3 years of abuse.

The large creature stared at me, taunting.

"Your soul will feed the void! Rahahahahaha!"

I pulled out my sword, no more running away. I charged at the creature, dodging spikes along the way, suddenly, the suit somehow rebooted itself, and sensed a heat signature between the void-born's legs, but not anywhere else. Confused, and desperate to end the fight, I spun and threw my sword, hoping the spin would get extra distance, and suddenly, the mirage was gone.

I was standing in the same spot, with my sword through Malzahar's chest.

He pulled out the sword, and painfully gasped, "I should have listened to the void." Then he pulled out a dagger, and stabbed it into the ground. He laughed "This won't be the last time."A void portal appeared, and he was gone. I picked up my sword, clean. There was no blood.

Hoping that was the last I would see of him, I slowly marched towards the Institute of War.

Author's Note: Props to Anameshouldbehere for editing my story. Sorry for slow updates, but I warned ya :P. (Review number is directly proportional to update speed)