Snippet #2292109

To anyone else, the air in the stone armory would be considered extremely foul, giving off a stench that made the polluted sewers of Noxus look like a luxury demacian bathhouse. To Pestilence, however, it was perfect. At first, he was appalled by the smell just as much as the others but he soon got used to it. Now, it provided him with a sense of calmness as his children crawled through his empty eye sockets.

A small cloud of blackflies, vicious little insects that can rip off hunks of flesh with a single bite, drifted from his right eye to find their meal. When no meat was in sight, they went back into his skull. “Patience my children, there will be much food for you on the battlefield." With a small buzz, his mosquito sentry landed onto the champion’s bony shoulder.

“A polearm? Interesting.” Pestilence’s sightless gaze rested on the numerous weapons lining the walls. He could easily pick a spear or bow but why waste them when he’d never use them? The only weapon Pestilence needed was his children. Through them he saw everything, spread fear and disease and carried out his will, something his decrepit old body could not accomplish without them.

Light shone from the roof and he knew it was time to go. With a sharp whistle, millions of insects from all over the kingdom filled his skeleton, ready to be used on command. If he had muscles on his skull, Pestilence would have given the faintest of smiles. He’d never learned to whistle even when he had lips. The sound had been the music of a Snowy Tree Cricket. It was always fun seeing his crickets torture someone with their constant droning until they were driven insane. With a flash, the light enveloped him.

His eyes opened on the summoner platform as he took in the unfamiliar sights. Though he had never been to the Proving Grounds, he already knew the layout by heart thanks to the indigenous vermin. A maggot wormed its way across his forehead as he switched his gaze to the insects sitting absentmindedly in the brush and back to the flies in his eye. No matter how remote a place was, nothing was forbidden to insects. Pestilence waved his hand and leapt off the ground, his skeletal frame held aloft by a soft cloud of vermin.

As they neared the most central place of battlefield the grass began to quiver in excitement, numerous gnats hopping in to the colony creating his very being. With a brush of his mind, two Kambadier Beetles dropped from his ribs and ran to the bushes, quickly burrowing themselves into the ground, leaving only their tiny antennae sticking out the top to detect any movement. Pestilence loved Kambadier Beetles. Not only did they explode with the force of dynamite, they left a paralysing mist in the air afterwards. They were the perfect ambush tool.

With his traps in place, Pestilence waited for his opponent to arrive.

“Soon my children you will feast on her corpse.”