Poison (LoL Fanfic)

Prologue

I decided to make my own fanfic from LoL. Some authors that loves LoL inspired me to create this. Hoping this is the first story that I'll successfully make. Zy x Varus isn't a popular ship, but I made it to kinda tease my cousin. Eventually, it became my OTP too :3. I don't own LoL and some things that are mentioned there (Like games). But I do own this story :)

And here I am updating this again. I'll separate this section since it's quite long.

[Formerly, Hated So Much To Love]

I do not own the fan art of the cover, I just edited it.

Please vote, follow, comment, and enjoy!

I'll make my best to make it long. :3

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Prologue

Silent were the steps she made as her feet sweep the floor in a direction. Fragile steps echoed in her domain. Warm color of red was flaming with its curved and perfect blends.

Dancing with the wind, the little torches were stopped with a tap of a finger, leaving its scent to roam around the room. The smoke it made swirled beautifully, forming eccentric shapes and abstract meanings. Behind such art was a creature so.. confused.

Her face painted with a melancholic and wistful color and yet with a bright and malign grin. Colors of viridity and a light shade of carmine crawled towards her. They ascended her into beatiful, soft and chromatic petals.

There she laid on the cold and blue floor which negates her temperature of feeling. She finished the night with a drop of liquid rolling down from her head before going to a quiescent state.

She arrived the alternate perspective of her mind.

The cries of people echoed the atmosphere. Like the candle during the night time, the heat crawled everywhere. Wounded she was, she ran with a young soul. Her voice was weak, tired, and eventually became unarticulate.

They ran and they fell to their world's new hell. Merciless cannibals stalked them as prey and helpless prey's chance is a needle in the hay. The land was filled with emotion and trapped in devastation.

Young lad got ill and gave up the fight. He was too young to face this scenario. She suffered in the cage of despair for her loss.

There came the lost soul who thought they were defunct. He burried them, clueless of their lives. She hugged her bud, her lad who had slept. The lad became dust that crawled to her eyes. The begetter left their graves, left his half being tortured with cloth.

She later then rose, got captured by foreign killers. She was locked behind steel bars and abused by wretched sinners. She fled with the help of her young lad's head. She was enlightened by power.

Art she had created and abstract beauty. She had a flaming heart and was solitary. Though she had perfected her true talent, she tried to sacrifice herself.

She tried to hunt the beast that slain her kin but she was a mere bee facing locusts. The tables were turned. She stepped into the forest, stained with the crimson substance she has.

She reached a field of an extinct family. She thought she was blindfolded with sorrow. It reminded her of home.

She rested on the dead grass until a flower bloomed infront of her. She understood it was another predator but a predator like her. She uttered her encore as she embraced the plant.

The dreamer suddenly woke up from her slumber.

"I came to feast, not to be a weeper."