The Curse of Hatred | League of Legends Fanfiction ft. Morgana

Chapter V

Warning, I got lazy and didn't proofread, Sorry :/

Characters Used in this Chapter: 

Blade Mistress Morgana 

Arclight Varus 

Woad King Darius

Tyrant Swain 

High Command Katarina

Battleborn Kayle

Steel Legion Garen

Nightraven Fiora

Woad Scout Quinn and Valor

Dragonslayer Jarvan IV

Varus and I approach what seems to be a big abandoned warehouse in the middle of the busy city but I highly doubt that this was hidden enough for anyone to notice.  I wonder what Swain has in store for us tonight since he was our boss of Noxus.  We walked through the back and as we enter, we notice a small group of people had already been here.  I saw Katarina with her dark black and purple Noxian uniform, revealing a lot of her skin and curves, making her look very sexy and hot.  She sat on the top balcony half bored as she played with her sharp silver blades that were designed with a hooked design that matches her outfit.   Darius, who looks like a Celtic warrior, is dressed in fur with a richly decorated axe, and whimsical armor and his blue face paint over his eyes made him look pretty dangerous as he stood next to Swain, who wore his majestic armored coat and Beatrice as a regal, demonic raven.  It sat on his shoulders peacefully while pecking it's feet with its beak.  They all seem to have their armors and weapons ready as if they were about to engage in some kind of major war.  Tonight, I had my usual dark bladed metallic dress and light armor as I gently stretch my wings out to prevent it from straining it later on.  Varus wore light armor with white garments which didn't seem super protective but I didn't mind because he was mostly fighting behind the line of fire.  However, if he did get hit, it might instantly kill him and that was what worried me.  As we walk in, Katarina turns to us with a playful smirk and snicker at us.  

"Look who finally show up to the party," announce the redhead as everyone turns to us with cold looks which made us uncomfortable.  

"Why are you two late?" ask Swain sternly as I walk over to the table in the middle that they were gathering and sigh sarcastically.  

"Well, you know, we ran into trouble back at the apartment where I accidentally left the stove on for about thirty minutes and it almost burned the whole apartment down but luckily Varus came into the rescue,"  I lie and the room grew silent as everyone's eyes gaze at me.  Katarina ruined the silence with a burst of joking laughter while Varus who silently stood beside me slowly facepalm in annoyance.  Swain looked away as if he was trying to keep his cool and not explode out of violent anger. 

"What?"  I question dumbly as I sense Katarina appear behind me and put an arm around my shoulders in a friendly way.  

"Morgana my dear, that excuse you just came up was straight out lame," indicate Katarina as I look down with a gloomy look.  I knew she would say that since my excuses were always lame.  

"Yeah, I know.  I just wish that I was better at making up excuses.  That would be so helpful when you want to procrastinate," I reply.  Katarina was about to respond but Swain slammed his mighty staff loudly on the hard concrete floor with irritation, causing the both of us to startle in fear.  

"Enough!  We are not here to discuss that right now.  We are here for the ritual and to discuss our plans.  We must hurry or else those foolish Demacians will come any minute now to ruin it," inform Swain as he held his arms in the air and Beatrice flew off his shoulder.  Beatrice flew gently around the room and landed on my shoulder softly as he rubs his beak on my cheeks which tickle me, causing a girly giggle to escape my mouth.