Hey everyone! I haven't uploaded anything on years, but I read a story named 'League of Kids' by LycanthropeSpirit, and he gave me permission to write somewhat of an extension of the story, with some of the characters who would have interesting reactions to finding their younger counterparts, specifically the characters from the Shadow Isles and other characters that are inherently evil. Before you read this story, make sure to read the original first, since it's first in 'chronological' order and you will not understand a lot of the concepts without it.

*UPDATE-List of 'sinister' champions completed. Published it before I was done! xD*

The last Darkin, savior of the Protectorates, and the last of his race laid asleep, dreaming of his past days. Days of glory, fame, and most importantly: battling. However, he had run out of people to fight, therefore agreeing to join the League to keep his wits sharp and his blade sharper. He now lived in his palace, slowly crumbling, alone with no one within miles of the establishment.

Crash.

Or so he thought. As he got up, disturbed from his sleep and with a scowl on his face. With the loudest voice he could muster, he yelled to whoever was in the vicinity, "WHO DARES DISTURB MY SLUMBER?!" His question was answered as a small creature walked up to him. Aatrox, a crimson demon with a very menacing look gazed upon a crimson demon with a slightly less menacing look. In fact, it seemed to bear quite a resemblance to him. It mustered up its courage to yell back, "I do, sir. Albeit unintentionally." At this point, Aatrox didn't care who it was or what it wanted, he just sneered and walked out of the room, leaving the young demon to wait, confused, or to make haste and give pursuit. He chose the latter, following Aatrox down the hallways of his palace. Eventually, Aatrox stopped.

"I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" Aatrox yelled, channeling his strength into his fist, thrusting it sideways into the wall, effectively punching it. Luckily, due to the flawless architecture and the accidental pinpoint accuracy he had, the hallway didn't collapse in on itself. The young demon did his best not to cower in fear, standing up straight when the Darkin Blade turned to face him.

"You better explain who you are and why you're here before I throw you out the balcony! I made this house solitary for a reason, and I do not appreciate anyone, especially youngsters, appearing at my door!"

Both the heat of the environment and the fear from Aatrox led to some sweat droplets to perspire down his cheek as the small demon said, voice firm, "I do not remember why I'm here, or what was happening before this day, but I do know my name is Aatrox. My father is teaching me in the art of swordfighting, and he says I'll get my very own blade soon."

Upon hearing his name, a confused look appeared on Aatrox's face, and a tear nearly welled up in his eye when this demon mentioned his father. He looked the younger demon in the eyes and did his best not to let his voice falter upon remembering his now-deceased parent.

"My name... My name is Aatrox too..."

Younger Aatrox looked up at the present version, perplexed as the other seemed to be cultivating tears. He decided to speak. "So are you... me?"

The older Aatrox thought for a second before replying, "No, that's preposterous. How would that be possible?"

"Well, there's magic... Who knows what could happen?"

The elder demon gave a scoff, the ideas of the other were ridiculous. However, he stopped when he thought, and realized all of the crazy antics could be possible, considering what happened in the League. He sighed. "Maybe. Here, come with me, kid." Then, Aatrox walked down the hall, his younger self following. Eventually, after many footsteps, the pair reached the area of the palace Aatrox still actually used, which was roughly a tenth. He simply couldn't find a purpose for the rest of the castle, constructed for him by the League as a means of bargaining, but the grand size meant little to him now.

As they arrived, younger Aatrox looked in awe. "This is so big!" The older one nodded, realizing it was more of a curse than a blessing considering all the extra space was just crumbling away, but he didn't have the heart to tell his younger self about his opinion and dampen his mood.

Dampen his mood? God, you're turning mushy, Aatrox. It is unacceptable to think that way, especially after... my father... he thought to himself, nearly tearing up again. He hadn't shown this much emotion in years. After he composed himself, he turned around.

"It looks like I'm responsible of taking care of you, so I'll make arrangements for the time being. Tomorrow, I will set off for the League, sending in a complaint. They'll decide how to deal with you, and we can get you back to where you belong and I can continue my life in solitude, all right? Is that reasonable?"

The younger Aatrox, at this point starting to admire his older self, nodded. He wanted to argue and stay longer, but he realized it was fruitless to argue because he would easily be shot down. He sighed and followed present-day Aatrox a room filled with old relics and antiques, with a large bed in the corner. "You'll be... staying here. Prepare to travel tomorrow." As older Aatrox left, younger Aatrox sat on the bed, taking in the musky smell of the room. Why did he hesitate? Maybe this room holds some sort of significance to him?

Present Aatrox walked out with a sigh of relief. He was glad he had a break from babysitting. As intriguing as it was seeing a figure of his past self, he noticed that children were annoying. I guess they can't help it though. After laying down on his own bed, he began to formulate a plan in his mind.

Thanks for reading the first chapter! Obviously, Aatrox can't be the only character. If you, the reader, have a specific champion out of the remainder that you would like to see, leave a review or private message me! "Sinister" champions - Aatrox, Brand, Cassiopeia, Cho'gath, Diana, Dr. Mundo, Elise, Evelynn, Fiddlesticks, Hecarim, Jhin, Kalista, Karthus, Kha'zix, Kog'Maw, LeBlanc, Lissandra, Malzahar, Mordekaiser, Morgana, Nocturne, Orianna, Rek'Sai, Shaco, Singed, Sion, Swain, Syndra, Talon, Katarina, Thresh, Trundle, Twitch, Urgot, Veigar, Vel'Koz, Viktor, Vladimir, Warwick, Xerath, Yorick, Zed.