Just Imagine... (Ahri X Male Summoner 2) League Of Legends Fanfic

ACT-THIRTY: Standoff (Pt 1)

Y/N dashed off into the frenzy of battle taking place all over Veigar's cult hideout, leaving Veigar alone with Jay. Y/N ran without thinking, effectively dodging past the crossfire by jumping from bookcase to bookcase.

A large explosion took place up front, causing another large amount of furniture to go flying everywhere. A freefalling desk T-boned Y/N, knocking him to the side and denting parts of his armour, leaving some of his face scratched and bleeding. He exclaimed in pain hobbling behind a fallen bookcase that had crushed a few of Veigars clansmen. He grabbed a red potion that was nearby. 'Potion of Strength' it read, with small print '(Highly Unstable!)' Nevertheless, Y/N drank it out of desperation.

"I've got to find the others! Surely if I can get them we can all slip through the portal and finally get out of this god-forsaken place." Y/N clammoured from cover to cover barely scraping away from danger constantly. He was close to the exit until- Y/N was shoved into a mosh pit of his own soldiers taking wanton blows to the chest and head. Frustrated and confused, in a burst of irritation Y/N flung his arms wildly to try and shake them off.

A pity he didn't realise that he had already knocked them 20 meters across the cave, due the potion he drank earlier. He looked at his hands in disbelief and clasped them. "Nice! Very nice!" Y/N begun to charge straight for the exit, trucking anything in his path.

A soldier cried out. "IT'S Y/N! A WARRIOR!" All the soldiers roared even louder than they already were, getting more feisty and hostile towards the dwindling numbers of Veigar's men. Y/N looked back before making it into the caves corridor. "Veigar..I'll come back for you!" He plowed on into the lonesome hallway of corbelled rocks.

Y/N eventually slowed to a halt, out of breath. The strength potion was wearing off it seems, as Y/N collapsed to the floor, his legs going numb. "M-my body!" He said in shock. "What's happening!?"

"What's happening is that your resistance is futile." A voice said.

Just then, a foot slammed down onto Y/N's temple, near-knocking him clean out but just enough that he felt all the pain of it.

"Your defiance will be your end on this day." The person taunted. Y/N's eyes scrambled to get a glance of who was dominating him. A stern look, a ominous voice, but not the menacing appearance to match.

In a gold pair of underwear, but a bodybuilders stature, a shadowed face stood looking down at Y/N.

"My might is nothing compared to yours!" The voice taunted again crushing Y/N's skull into the ground. Y/N's shrill screams could be heard.

"Alright. I've had my fun. Let's get down to business."

Suddenly, the foot released off of Y/N and a poof of smoke filled the rocky chamber. Soon, the smoke faded as Y/N struggled to get up, only managing to get as high as crouching. A man with red skin and small devil like horns in a 3 piece tuxedo emerged from the smoke. He had stunning mullet hair and a enthralling pair of thick sideburns to boot.

"Sup bub. What are you doing in my world?"

Y/N coughed before sputtering out a few words.

"W-who are you?"

"You're lookin' at the creator of League of Legends kid. Well, not exactly. More like the CEO. In other words, The Devil. You see, the guy behind this game you make a living off of sold his soul to me to make this game.

The code to make League is actually very complex that human comprehension can't understand it no matter how many people you station at a computer. Riot as a company, the sponsors, the esports, it's all a facade. League shouldn't exist, but here we are. One man made this game, and that was me. I didn't expect the drawback to be that Hell turns into the lore of the world but eh...whatever.

Shapeshifter, God, Tough guy, you name it, I can be it. This is my digital appearance. I've been watching you for some time kid. You're a laugh but you're also a threat. Fortunately for you, I'm horrible at being a villainous person ever since this world turned Hell upside-down, so I've let you get this far. But time's up kid. You're breaking the law of reality. I'm gonna have to ask you to give in."

"And if I don't?"

"As long as you're in my world, you die, your abomination of a child will die, your friends will die, Ahri will be deleted once I get my hands on her, and I'll erase everything you've done thus far. Easy kiddo."

"..."

"Well? Are you going to speak?"

Y/N's fists clenched. He started trembling angrily. The Creator ignore it and begun tightening the cufflinks on his suit's wrist.

Y/N dashed forward attempting to land a swing on The Creator. The Creator caught his fist with ease, not breaking from his elegant stance. A look of unamuse washed across his face.

"That's futile bub. Still seems you got a little fight let in ya, as the hero does always."

"You bastard-!"

"Mmhm. I'm just going to take a step back here..." The Creator took a step back, leaving Y/N frozen in place. Y/N couldn't move from the last position he took, still stuck in the punch throwing pose.

"-!"

"Yeah. You're a joke."

The Creator snapped his fingers, and a portal opened. Y/N's eyes widened in disbelief. The Creator put his hand in through, and moments later pulled out Ahri. Her appearance was abysmal. Pale, wrinkled and dried up skin, hair turning white, the light of her eyes fading with an emotionless face.

"AHRI!!!" Y/N screamed, still frozen in place. Tears begun so slowly crawl down Ahri's face as she sniffed and sobbed quietly. Y/N looked like he was about to cry too, but he was still frozen in place.

The Creator snapped his finger on his free hand, the other still holding Ahri up by the scruff of her neck like some prized dead animal he shot in the forest, unfreezing Y/N and flashing him back a meter. Y/N, regaining balance stood at a halt, shaking and twitching wildly while looking at the ground, his hair obscuring his face. Teardrops splatter off the the rocks.

"Give..her back." He said quietly.

"..." The Creator scratched his sideburn with his free hand.

"No."

Y/N repeated himself, a little louder this time.

"Man, stop. I'm holding her here like this so you can see how useless it is to fight. Just give in. I want you to tell me you'll go home with your friends and let me erase that kid. I'll even let Ahri stay in my world and be a playable character."

"You. The Devil. You terrorize innocent souls and do what you please to whoever. You feed those prizes of success to those who don't deserve it. You're an abomination to the universe and a testament to all the evil we stand against as we know it."

"I will NOT, LET YOU GET, ANY FURTHER!!!" A bolt of violent lighting striked Y/N and surrounded him in an aura. It knocked The Creator down to the ground ruffling his suit and sending Ahri flying to the side of the cave hallway. Mild injury ensued into her already weak body, but she stayed alive.

The light surrounding Y/N blinded everybody, the illumation flowing to the entrance and exit of the cave, the surface around him rumbling and cracking around him. A mighty roar came from Y/N as his body begun to change and grow at exponential stature, turning into an Adonis type man.

"Oh no. 'He' gave him powers. Of course he did, like of course he would. That asshole is always meddling silently in my business, trying to get my killed one way or another. Fuckin' asshole."

"..."

"I better get ready to fight once again I suppose."

The Creator, standing up and cocking him arms up to the side, let out a warped and demonic roar, a pair of huge red wings ripping from the back of his tuxedo.

"Let's take this outside kid. I need a smoke."