Eternal Flame - League of legends fan fiction

Prologue - Genesis

"You all know why you're here," Swain announced, his arms folded across the metallic brim which encased the acacia wood table. The ends of his talon like nails dug into his skin as he tried to contain his anger. "Why has there not been any word from the informant?" He attempted to ask calmly but his last words rung in exasperation. Silence clung to the room, hovering over their heads like a puppet master, clamping the members of the Noxian Council's lips shut. No one dared to utter a word, in the fear of the consequences they could face. This though seemed to enrage Swain further. "Where is he?!" He bellowed, his nails then digging deeply into the finely finished table and a snapping sound resonating out as it submitted to the applied pressure.

"He's been made..." a soft voice with a slight rasp responded, as a silhouette emerged from the shadows, "... redundant." A young woman revealed herself, her ashen skin glistening faintly as the light reflected off her. Hair darker than the crow's feather that sprouted from her held up hair, leaving only her jawline and forehead protected from the ghastly breeze that entered the room. She wore a fitted black dress that laid bare the entirety of her right arm, connected only by the golden choker that caressed her neck. A fur rimmed gloved-hand, supported by a golden armband graced her right hip as she sauntered forward revealing her right leg through the slit in the dress which trailed behind her. "Surely you should know by now, old friend," she purred pulling her plump plum lips into an insincere frown. 

"Who is this woman?" A member questioned but without waiting for an answer, he called "Guards!" The response was immediate, with dozens of guards flocking into the room, arching around her. "It matters not, entering this hall without permission can be counted as shot and is punishable by death."

"But I am a council member," she claimed. "In fact..." She continued glancing at Swain suggestively, "Jericho was just about to return my seat." The members of the council turned to him, noticing that he had fallen silent. His jaw tightened and brows furrowed as he glared back at her. "Don't be so overwrought, old friend. I mean you no harm," she said raising up her hands in a demonstrative manner. The shriek of unsheathed swords echoed across the room at this gesture, seated members reaching for their weapons, all except Swain who had his hands folded under his chin and General Darius who was seated to his right. Both made no attempt to imply that they would attack. The tension raised as though they were aboard a raft upon a stormy sea. "See?" She said smirking "Harmless"

"Seize her!" Another members ordered. The guards approached her aggressively, but she did not show any sign of alarm.

"Come now children," she said flashing a malicious smile, her words ringing with somewhat ominous intent, "we can play later. Let the adults finish talking." A guard attempted to strike her, but as though he cut through air, his sword went through her causing him to strike down his comrade. "Very well," she sighed in slight exasperation, her golden eyes emitting a purple pulsed light at her words. The atmosphere changed as the nature of her monstrous power leaked into the air.  The soldiers disintegrated around her, shattering as though they were made of the most fragile glass and leaving no trace of blood behind.  She stepped over the crumbled human remains rubbing them beneath her heels. A blade erupted from her chest, blood dripping as it ran down from the tip. Scarlet hair bloomed behind the strange woman's corpse whose golden eyes dulled into a glazed gray colour, revealing the Sinister Blade as her lifeless body tumbled onto the floor. The anxiety from the two generals visibly decreased as they glanced gratefully at Katarina. She pushed away her red fringe with a flick of her head, as her pink lips curled into a smirk at her accomplishment. Their eyes widened in realisation when the body suddenly morphed into another soldier before crumbling. Katarina scuffed at the failed shot, the scar above her emerald eyes twisting in disgust. A loud clap resonated from behind Swain before the same voice rung, "That was quite the dramatic ending, if I do say so myself. Though I am disappointed with what you have made of the militant guard Jericho."

"Enough with the petty tricks LeBlanc," Katarina spat, kicking the fallen blade from the floor into her hands as she reached for the second that embraced her back. "This is not a game."

"Ooh," LeBlanc pouted, "I like you even more out of the ring. I think I will keep you." Katarina clenched her jaws at the mention of being kept like a pet. However, she realised she was outmatched. All attempts to Shun Po towards LeBlanc were futile, she could not even summon her blades.  Realising she was rooted in position, she glanced at her feet to see that shackles clasped onto them, bending around her leather trousers like a serpent around its prey, climbing up her back leaving an ice cold tinge on her partially bared back, before wrapping its jaws around her wrists, preventing her from retrieving her blade from its sheath. Her left hand was also in the same situation, blade in hand but unable to wield it, it was held by the same purple glowing chains. Katarina struggled once more to release herself from the chains, letting out a enraged roar, but they refused to loosen nor tighten under her strength and magic. Unlike on the rift, she had been unable to tell that she had fallen under the Deceiver's illusions and that frightened her. She understood when she was the predator in any scenario, and she most certainly was not under these circumstances. "Besides, I just wanted to lighten the mood. You all looked so anxious," LeBlanc laughed but then switched to a malevolent expression when her attention turned to Swain, "My sincere condolences for your loss, your crow was truly the most loyal of your subjects. However, I won't ask again."

"Why now?" He asked leaving his seat and gesturing towards it.

"Plans are now fully in motion," LeBlanc answered, gracefully taking the seat. "The Black Rose is blooming once more, and with it comes conquest."

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A/C:

Katarina a.k.a The Sinister Blade.  A high ranked assassin from Noxus 

                        Shun Po = Teleportation skill that Katarina is able to use

LeBlanc a.k.a The Deceiver

                        Leader of the Black Rose which is a mysterious society in Noxus