Blades of Noxus (Male Vigilante Reader x Katarina)

Chapter 1. A Name to be Made

Third Person POV

A few weeks prior to the present, many were gathered in the Immortal Bastion. Almost the entire capital city. For their Emperor, Boram Darkwill had passed away due to his illness. Many mourned the death of their great and powerful leader but some were not so concerned about his death but more so what his death means. The Emperor was without an heir. No one could make claim to the throne. A large power vacuum began between the political leaders. For weeks, the news would broadcast statements and claims from each one of these dictators. A few of which did not give a rats as for as a remote was hurled right into the TV screen. Permanently ruining it.

Darius: You seem grumpy.

Draven: Of course I'm grumpy. Can't watch any of my damn shows without the news interrupting everything.

The older brother rolls his eyes but gives his little brother a pat on the shoulder.

Darius: I'll treat you to some exotics meats to cheer you up. For now, we gotta meet with the boss.

Draven looks back at him with a raised eyebrow.

Draven: But we were given time off?

Darius: Recently information has something to say too that. Come on, grab your axes and lets go.

Draven: Okie doke!

Draven jumps off his couch and was quick to get ready. Most of Noxus was old fashioned, preferring to use medieval weapons over the modern firearm, horses of cars and magic over technology. That's not to say they don't use them though. They simply find it more convenient to stick to tradition rather than constantly relying on the conveniences of the modern age. It takes way to much time to learn some of that stuff anyways. You'd think Piltover would explain it in layman's terms and not what is basically the metric system. As Draven pulled out his axes and holstered them onto his back, he gave himself one last look in the mirror. Quickly twiddling his facial hair for good luck before heading off.

The two brothers rode towards a particular building. A black tower that overlooked a great deal of the city and provided a great view of the Immortal Bastion itself. Standing at its balcony was a older man with long white hair, large dark colored coat and a red glowing hand. A multi-eyed crow lands on his shoulder and kaws at him. This man gave him a scratch under the chin which silenced the bird. This man was Jericho Swain. One of the more powerful dictators in Noxus.

Swain: So they've arrived hm? See to it that they are made comfortable. I will join them shortly.

The crow kaws again and flies off into the tower. Swain took one last deep breath of the air before shifting his eyes to the shadow of the balcony.

Swain: Skulking around as per usual?

From said shadows, a red haired woman with a scar of her eye stepped into the light. Katarina Du Couteau.

Katarina: If you won't have those two as bodyguards then someone has to fill the role.

Swain: I've told you about 4 times this week alone that I do not need one. I'm not some feeble old man.

Katarina: And your enemies are not fools who play a children's card game. This is serious Swain.

Swain shrugs his shoulders before walking inside with Katarina in tow. They head down to the middle floor which acted as a normal living room area, complete with a single bathroom and bedroom. She wouldn't admit it but this was Katarina's home. Swain had no use for it since he had his own floor dedicated to him. The two Noxus brothers walk in and use one of the only pieces of technology used here.