Apollyon (Male Reader x League of Legends Universe)
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  • Reads 41,869
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  • Parts 41
  • Time 11h 58m
Ongoing, First published Dec 17, 2021
Mature
"A Man, a Beast of Darkness and a Monarch of Shadows. You are all of these things. A being of pure rage followed by death yet you strive to save others. Kind to some and ruthless to others, but never lose sight of who you are. You're suffering made you the person you are today, the monster we need and we the hero we want."

The Black Rose had one chance. One chance to create their perfect champion. A collection of their most powerful artifacts and powers they created the monster known as Apollyon. But while the Black Rose thought Apollyon would be their key to world domination they could've never realize the power they gave him. A power to reduce the world to ashes or to save it forever.

Of course, I do not own Runeterra and it's characters nor anything else I may use or reference. I only own the story itself and any characters I make myself or locations, objects etc.
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