#hail teemo

Don’t need no cash, ain’t got no soulDon’t need no flesh, just want controlNever going up, you know it’s just the way I do itI want the gold, I ain’t no sucker, babyAnd when you least expect itI’ll be coming for ya

//Let’s combine some M!A’s here. *rubs hands together*

It started as just another peaceful visit to the mansion. Void was showing Laural how to play a neat new game. It was some game on a strange device that Void had. Laural thought he was cheating and using his robot parts to change the game. They were having fun.

The problem with demons is that they don’t play by the rules of the lives of mortals. Laural stiffens and drops his controller. He begins to shake as black tears flow from his eyes. The flowers growing on his body wither and burst into flame. A pair of curling horns appear along with a forked tail. Laural is screaming. The flowers continue to burn. His eyes change and his face contorts into a vicious smirk.

A dark chuckle comes from the chest of the yordle as he rises in the air on dark wings. “Greetings Corrupted One.” Laural said. “I have finally come for you.”

7. Your character walking in on mine making a shady transaction.

The contract was almost complete. The little yordle man was in tears begging him to help find his missing daughter. Fool. His daughter had been dead for months now. How had he not heard? Or was he in denial? Either way it was an easy contract to fulfill and another soul to collect. All the the yordle had to do was sign the contract.

He had found the man sitting alone at a desk. Laural had made himself known only after making sure no one else was in the room. He didn’t think to check the area, but it was late who else would be around. He had spun his tale to the yordle before offering his deal. Laural would help the yordle find his daughter, but it would cost him his soul. Laural found that parents would do anything for their children. This yordle was no different.

3. Your character walking in on mine having a tea party with stuffed animals.

//I’m dying @storms-flirty

The table was set. Laural sat at the head of the table. A small ring of fire surrounded the scene of the tea party. In the chair to his left was a stuffed Teemo that was missing an eye and had a cigarette burn in the middle of it’s forehead. In the chair to his right was a headless baby doll that had scorch marks all over and was stained with soot. The chair directly across held a pristine stuffed replica of Lil’Devil Laural.