"Boring... Oh so... Boring..."
A slender woman sat upon a massive throne. The onyx that the seat was made up contrasted sharply with her pale skin. She was garbed in a long, purple dress that ran from the middle of her large bust all the way to the base of her throne.
"So bored!" She complained, tossing and turning on her seat.
"Madame Death."
The woman looked up, her magenta eyes glaring at her addresser. He was dressed in black armor from head to toe, he resembled that mortal, Mordekaiser or whatever the hell his name was.
"Thanatos, what is it?" She asked, her dull pink lips curved into a frown.
"It is three minutes until a new day, my lady. Exactly 20,000 people died today-" He paused, "My apologies, 20,010."
She rolled her eyes, "How many were born?"
"I believe the number was 25,000."
"How many of those didn't make it past their first breaths?"
"4,000."
Death grinned, "What a great way to brighten up my day! Walk with me, Thanatos!"
She stood from her throne and strutted past him, her elegant form barely reaching the titan's waist. He did not look at her as she walked past, however, he knew she could destroy him in a heartbeat.
If they had hearts, anyways.
Death exited her throne room and strode down the large hallway that led to it. She ignored the various doors that she passed, one emanating immense heat, one letting out bitter cold, one covered in spikes, one barricaded. All had massive guards standing beside them, colossal demons armed with battle axes and covered head to toe in armor.
Death stopped as she came to a new door, one without any guards or special features. Opening it, she walked into a new hallway. The grey walls turned even darker as she passed them, as though echoing her emotions.
"Madame Death, must we? I have other duties to attend to. Perhaps I could descend into hell to retrieve you some of those infernal blackberries you enjoy so much?"
Death rolled her eyes and continued walking, the thunderous steps of Thanatos behind her.
She strode down her new hallway until she at last came to a thin, white door. Golden inscriptions engraved on the frame. She frowned as she placed her hand on the handle, flashes of images ransacking her mind.
Crying mothers, fathers, panicked doctors a horrified midwives. Worlds going dark, babies crying then going silent.
She shook her head, she could never figure out why that was always so unpleasant.
Wrenching the door open, she beamed, a wicked smile crossing her lips. In front of her were thousands upon thousands of cradles, each filled with a baby.
Well, the souls of them, anyways.
Death let out an excited squeal as she ran forward, Thanatos following her, silently.
"Oh look at you!" She yelled, picking up one child from his crib, "Oh I just love it when these guys come up! They're always so much fun! Who's a baby? Who's a baby?! Is it you?!" She asked, delighted.
Thanatos looked away, uneasily. Whenever she dragged him here, it was always disturbing. Sure, it was a nice sight to see her so cheerful and excited, but the facts remained.
The thing in her hands was a dead baby, and Death herself was giggling like an idiot.
Well, Death itself, she could choose any form she wanted. Thanatos himself preferred the appearance of the young woman, it was much less terrifying then some of her other forms, and gave off a more... Humble, appearance, then the forms she took in paradise.
Still, those deep, purple eyes always managed to inspire fear into him.
"Look at you, you've got little itty bitty feet! Yes you do! Yes you d-"
The room shook as she twitched, Thanatos cringed.
"My lady, what is it?" He asked.
Her purple eyes turned orange and widened. She gently placed the child's soul down, and immediately sprinted out the door.
"My lady? My lady? What is it?" Thanatos asked, running after her.
"He's done it again, Thanatos! He's done it again! That's the last straw! I will not tolerate it anymore! Who the hell does he think he is, ME?!"
The titan gulped, that stupid mortal had finally done it. He had finally pushed Death to her breaking point.
"My lady, what do you intend to do?" He asked, barely keeping pace.
"I'm going down to the mortal plane, where I'll utterly annihilate him for his impudence!"
The pair quickly returned to the first hallway, passing the Demon Guards again. They looked unnerved from the shaking.
Thanatos just gave them a nod as he passed by, Death ignoring them. The two continued on, taking a right, then a left, then another right, until finally, they entered a new corridor.
Thanatos stopped and watched as his lord and master made her way to a massive, glowing portal at the end of the hallway.
Death stopped and turned to him again, he blinked in shock.
He hadn't even noticed that she had shifted again, but she was no longer in her dress. She was clothed in greaves, bracers, and had adorned shoulder guards in the shape of skulls. Around her waist was a belt with a skull buckle, and around her neck was a scarf-like hood.
On her torso she wore a simple purple cloth that went up her abdomen, revealing her hips, sides, and formed an outward facing V on her chest. He could see the sides of her barely concealed breasts. Over her crotch and rear was a pair of shredded tassets. Her thighs were still visible.
"My lady, what are you planning?" Thanatos asked, unnerved by this appearance.
"How do I look, Thanatos?" She asked, seductively placing her left hand on her rear, flicking her hair with her right, and arching herself backwards.
He twitched, "Terrifying."
She rolled her eyes, "I was looking for beautiful, or perhaps gorgeous. I'd even take sexy. Come, Thanatos, you know you'd love to see me take this off..."
"My lady, you and I both know how I feel about that."
She sighed, "Humor me, Thanatos."
He shifted uncomfortably, "Fine. My lady, you look ravishing in your attire, whatever it is supposed to be."
A grin shot across her face, "Thank you, Thanatos, do I look like one of those mortal celebrities? The female champions of the League of Legends?"
"I... I suppose?"
Her eyes gleamed and she smiled a wicked grin, "Fantastic! If I'm going to go down there, I have to look the part! Watch closely, Thanatos, for this will be a grand show! I'm going to go beat Thresh with my bare hands!"
With that, she winked, and disappeared into the portal.
As Thanatos watched her go, he became aware of a presence behind him.
Turning around, he twitched as he beheld the sight of thousands of souls. Some were angelic and shining in color and brilliance, others were fearsome and brutal looking, covered head to toe in scars and fresh wounds.
"In Madame Death's absence, you, Thanatos, are in charge of the dead" a shade declared.
The being in the dark armor twitched again, sighed, and nodded. He then moved back to the room with Death's throne, this would be troublesome.
Death smiled as she felt the earth beneath her feet, living soil was so comfortable compared to the smooth, hard, cold floors of her palace. Sure, if she wanted too, she could just spend her time in the gardens of elysium, or even just lay in the cool waters of the styx, but it was still a different sensation from Valoran's living soil... the sensation of death.
She bit her lip in pleasure as she felt the grass die beneath her feet. The feeling of ending life always made her feel good and warm. She took several steps, but found that she was completely numb from the intoxicating feeling.
"Right... Shoes..." She whispered, agitated. She almost wanting to hit herself for her stupidity. She had forgotten to cover her still-bare feet.
"Perhaps I should-"
"Halt!"
Death turned around, and was surprised to see a cavalry of men riding towards her. Four in all, they were dressed in grey and red armor, each wielding a deadly looking weapon.
"Trespasser, you are in the kingdom of Noxus illegally. Lord Swain has felt you enter, and has ordered us to dispose of you."
Death blinked, "I'm in Noxus? I meant to go to the Institute of War."
The man, who was clearly a commander, narrowed his eyes, "Do you have any last requests?"
She glanced at two of the Noxian soldiers, one was eying her up and down, and whispered to his fellow soldier. The one who had whispered laughed quietly, his comrade merely glared at him.
"What did you say?" She asked at the one who had whispered.
"I said, do you have any last requests before we execute you for trespassing?" The Commander growled.
Death looked at him, "Not you, him. I want to know what your soldier said to his comrade. If they laughed about it, it must've been funny enough to break protocol."
The Commander glared at her, but turned to his soldier.
"Cadet. Speak. We will discuss talking while on duty later."
The soldier swallowed, but smiled.
"Sir. I said she's got a good pair of knockers on her. Nice body too. I said it was a shame we had to kill her, she's pretty enough to be my wife." The soldier stated, grinning.
The other men laughed, the Commander cracked a smile.
"I suppose you're right, it is shame that such a beautiful figure has to go to waste..."
The man hopped off his horse and approached her. Her jaw dropped and she lifted her hands in surprise as he reached a gauntleted hand up, and gripped her left breast.
"Tell ya what. I don't do this often, but my soldier has a point. You got a good set of tits on you. If you make it worth my while, I'll let you go, and I'll tell Swain you just disappeared."
"And if I say... No?"
He grinned, his eyes widened madly, his grip tightened.
"Then we'll rape you and kill you, how about that, bitch?"
Death sighed, he wasn't even putting any effort into making his touch feel good. As a matter of fact, his grip was so weak he barely felt it.
"I'm going to offer you this instead. Show me the direction to the Institute of War, give me a pair of shoes, and go on your merry way. If you do, I won't slaughter you all."
The Commander laughed, "Ah! You may be a Noxian woman after all? Explains the body."
He gripped her other breast in his hands, She was losing patience fast.
"No. I think I'll go with my plan. Men," He paused, and grinned a wicked grin, "Take your swords out, if you know what I mean."
Death sighed again, mortals could truly be unpleasant at times.
"Alright, but if you must, at least do me a favor, and kiss me like a lover" She whimpered.
Just the thought of appearing like a defenseless girl made her want to heave, she also thought the commander was ugly as a pig.
"Alright, that can be arranged."
She smiled as she closed her eyes and he placed his lips against hers. Immediately, his grip on her fell away, his face went cold. When her eyes opened again, his eyes were glossed over, his skin a blue color.
"Oops. Sorry." She said, cheerily pushing him to the ground.
He fell with a clunk, his rapidly decaying body turning to dust in seconds.
"How about you, big boy? You still like my breasts? Do you want to feel them?" She mocked, looking at the soldier whom had whispered about her.
Before he could reply, she glared at him, and he clutched at his chest. He immediately fell off his horse and crashed to the ground, dead.
Turning to the right, she was surprised to see one had actually drawn his sword, and was charging at her.
With a quick side-step, she avoided his stab and, with a flick of her wrist, she managed to back hand him.
The guard let out a cry as he grabbed at his face, Death could clearly see where his skin had rotted from her touch. The guard, so overwhelmed with pain, took his own sword and ran himself through to make it stop.
Finally, there was only one left.
The one whom hadn't laughed at the perverted soldier's joke. He looked at her, sternly.
"Tell me, mortal man, you've just watched me kill three of your comrades unarmed. Do you truly wish to engage in combat with me?" Death asked, mockingly.
He nodded, and dismounted. Drawing a battleaxe, he spoke.
"I will protect my family and friends from any threats! If I die, I will die protecting them!"
With that, he ran forward, and swung. He blinked in surprise when she didn't even try to dodge it. As the metal was about to meet flesh, however, something odd happened.
She raised her hand, and caught him by the wrist.
The world darkened around him, his body began to glow a distinct white. Looking around, the bodies of his comrades had disappeared.
His eyes widened when he felt her hand rub against his face, and she dragged his lips to hers.
He tried to cry out, but could only make muffled sounds as he attempted to tear away from her. Despite his strength, however, her grip was like iron.
"Shhh..." She whispered, softly, "Shhh, you're okay, I will not hurt you."
He looked at her, shocked.
"I believe you still have purpose here. This plane needs more living souls like you to purify it. The simple fact that you had no ill intent of your own against me, your dedication to your state, I admire it. As such, you shall return to life."
Immediately, the world brightened again. The soldier looked around, again, the battle scene had returned.
"I killed you just now. You were in my world. I've decided to return you because you have purity in your heart. Tell me, what is your name?"
He barely mumbled the words, "Vincent... Vincent Rex."
She smiled, "Vincent Rex. I'll remember you as the "Homosexual Noxian who didn't want to play with my breasts."
His jaw dropped, "I'm not homosex-"
Her eyes narrowed, "So you do want to play with them?"
He shut his mouth, startled, she smiled again.
"What is your occupation?"
"I, I am a Noxian Summoner. I am currently in training to be a Necromancer."
Her smile grew, "A mortal who plays with my magic. Adorable. Alright, Vincent Rex. Here is the deal. You will go to your lord, Swain, and tell him that I go wherever I please. I don't take orders from anyone, and that, if he ever sends more men after me, I will not return any of them."
'But I-"
"Also, if he has you killed, I'll know. Not only will I know, but I will find him, rip his soul from his body, and I'll feed it to my dog Cerberus when I return to my realm, understood?"
He nodded, "Yes, Yes, ma'am."
"Good! Now, get on your horse and get going."
The young man immediately sprinted away, got on his mount, and fled.
As soon as he was out of sight, Death collapsed, her fingers slipping between her legs. Killing those three had made her hot, and had made her feel... erotic... It also hadn't helped that the Commander had fondled her, even if his touch was like a rock.
"The fact that I'm using a human form must make the feelings stronger... I'm so tempted to rush back to the underworld and just lay in my bed. I wish Hades was here, he's always known how to satisfy me" She moaned.
Still, she had her plans, and she had no time for this. Using all of her self control, she got back on her feet, and looked towards the dead on the ground.
She smirked when she noticed that underneath their armor, they wore normal boots.
She quickly removed the laughing guard's shoes, and put them on her feet.
She then took a moment to put her right index finger in the sword wound of his, and draw a small symbol in the ground with his blood. She bit her knuckle in thought, then scribbled a message as well.
Satisfied, she began walking in the opposite direction of the way the troupe had come, hoping she'd find the institute soon.
Thresh cackled to himself as he toyed with his newest soul. He was in the Shadow Isles section of the Institute of the War, in the company of all of his fellow champions.
All of them, with the exception of Maokai. The Treant wanted nothing to do with the other isles members. It's not like it mattered, they didn't like him either. The Widowmaker was also absent, though she wasn't one to attend meetings.
"Please! I beg you! Stop!" The green, transparent being in front of him cried.
The thought of Evelynn reminded him to continue his wicked game with himself. He had been loving this. The other day, Evelynn had assassinated some pathetic fool. She had been trying to extract information from him, but instead, he had chosen to try to commit suicide and protect his information.
"Pathetic." Thresh mocked, dragging his chains across his victim's abdomen, "Admirable, but pathetic."
"Thresh, must you?" Karthus asked, annoyed with Thresh's sadistic humor and the victim's cries.
"Of course! How else am I supposed to entertain myself around you people? Evelynn is the only fun one out of the lot of you, and she's off on the other side of Valoran!"
Thresh grabbed the soul by the head, and squeezed. He let out a sickening chuckle as the soul's head exploded, only to reform again.
"Thresh, you nauseate me. Put him in the lantern and cease your stupidity," Mordekaiser demanded.
Thresh rolled his eyes, (Well, the best he could do with the flames he had for sockets), and obliged. The soul he was torturing let out a sickening wail as it was dragged into his lantern.
"Why are we here, Mordekaiser? I have business to attend to," Hecarim growled.
"I as well. I have a new batch of stew- I mean, followers, to introduce to Vilemaw" Elise teased.
"I have graves to dig... Then more to dig..." Yorick murmured.
"You are here because you are all in great peril."
All of the champions turned to see that a new person had entered the room. He was a Summoner, most likely of greater standing due to the purple and gold robes he wore.
His face was hidden, but a long grey beard trailed out from under his hood.
"Ooh, who's he?" Thresh asked, already thinking about how much it'd take to break the old man's will.
"I am Summoner Norvolk. I am an advisor to the current chancellor of the League" The Summoner replied.
"Can I kill him?" Thresh asked.
"Silence you fool, before I make you silent. Summoner, speak." Mordekaiser demanded.
The Summoner nodded, "A disturbing force has come to Valoran, a force more powerful then we have ever felt before. Many of our summoners are in a stasis right now, put in it by the release of a magical shock wave."
"Ooh, what summoners? Please tell me one of them was that stupid Counselor I'm seeing on a weekly basis" Thresh giggled.
The Summoner ignored him, "I am surprised you have not felt it. Perhaps it was only aimed at us, whatever the source of the power is, it emanates the same magic that you who come from the Shadow Isles, though the scale is much more powerful."
"More powerful then whom? Thresh? That's not surprising." Hecarim sneered.
The Chain Warden glared at him, but said nothing.
"Thresh's, Karthus', Mordekaisers', and even yours, Hecarim, pale in comparison to the energies that were released."
This piqued Karthus' curiosity, "Do we know the source of the energies?" He asked.
Norvolk nodded, "The chancellor of the League, myself, and my fellow advisor immediately teleported to the source of the occurrence. All we found were three corpses, a symbol, and a message. The last two were written in blood."
"What was the message?" Mordekaiser asked.
"What was the symbol?" Karthus asked, excitement in his voice.
"The message was 'Reap what you sow'. The symbol looked like this."
The Summoner pointed his finger towards the ground, an energy bolt shooting out of it. He delicately traced the pattern he had seen unto the floor.
They all watched with interest as the lines began to take shape, a decagram appearing on the floor.
About halfway through it, Karthus's eyes widened, while Thresh cried out in horror.
"Stop! Cease! Do not finish it!" The Chain Warden shrieked, launching his sickle at the Summoner. Elise too, with a look of pure horror on her face, attacked the Summoner with a bolt of red magic. The deadly attacks flew towards their target, but stopped short when a massive, purple wall blocked them.
"Hecarim, Mordekaiser! Yorick! Restrain them! Let the Summoner finish his work!" Karthus roared.
Mordekaiser grabbed Thresh, the Chain Warden screaming to be let go, screaming for his comrades to flee with him. Elise, meanwhile, attempted to turn into a spider to escape, but was caught by Hecarim and held to the ground by Yorick.
"Hecarim you fool!" Thresh roared.
The summoner ignored them all, and finally finished carving the symbol into the ground. Karthus let loose a skeletal grin as he looked at the old man.
"Do you have any idea, what this is?" He asked.
The Summoner shook his head.
Karthus let out a cackle, then a chilling laugh. The Lich held his bones as though his ribs and lungs hurt.
"It is a summoning rune, a rune of the highest power! It is the thing I have sought since I was alive!"
"A summoning rune? How does one use this one? It's unlike any summoning magic I've ever seen" The Summoner asked, unnerved.
"It's simple, really, it's like any other teleportation rune, with the exception of one thing..."
Karthus kneeled down and placed his palm in the center of the decagram, dark magic rippled through his being as it coursed into the symbol.
The floor began to glow and the building shook, Thresh and Elise let out terrified whimpers.
"Summoner, Fellow Shadow Isles Champions, I would like to meet the love of my life, my sole purpose for being born and reason for dying. The true Reaper of Souls, the Queen of the Underworld, the Almighty Judge of the Damned and of the Worthy. Everyone, I would like you to meet..."
From the symbol a figure rose, though clouded by the immense light of the symbol, one could see shining purple eyes staring out at them.
"Death" Karthus whispered.
Death blinked, she hadn't expected for someone to find her rune so soon. Then again, she couldn't complain, she'd had no idea where the Institute of War was, and she hadn't felt like walking.
Before her stood several figures. A skeleton in red and black robes, a man who resembled Thanatos, an armored, flaming centaur, a hunchback, a green, flaming skeleton, a mortal woman, and a mortal man.
Death beamed when she realized who the skeleton in the red and black robes was.
"Karthus!" She cried, running up to him and embracing him, her soft form pressing against his hard, bony body.
Everyone else in the room, even Karthus himself, could've sworn that the undead Lich had blushed.
"My faithful Karthus, the only mortal who gave up his life to me while he still had so much left in him. It's such a shame it happened in the Shadow Isles, I would've liked for us to spend time together. Perhaps walk in my gardens, or dine in the underworld, or enjoy the view of the afterlife in the highest towers of paradise."
The Lich smiled and bowed, "In due time, my lady".
Death smiled, then turned to Elise, her smile grew.
"Hello, Spider Queen, I've watched you for awhile now. I wonder if it's me you're trying to appease by feeding all of those people to that creature. Just so you know, I don't give bonus years, and eventually, neither will he. I look forward to when you come into my embrace."
Elise whimpered, but did not reply.
"Let her go" Karthus ordered.
Yorick complied, the Spider Queen immediately disappeared down the hallway.
Death's smile faded as she took in the sight of the Grave Digger. Her lip trembled as she brought her hands to his face.
She moved his heavy hair aside, to meet the pale, yellow irises of the undead creature. Her tone softened, as did her expression. She calmly stroked his head for a moment before speaking.
"Alas, poor Yorick, I know your line well. I watched the faithful grave diggers for many years. It is such a shame that you are bound to the isles, and unable to join me in my arms. Be at peace knowing that your labors are not in vain, and that many rewards await you when you pass."
Yorick, dumbfounded by her words, bowed.
"I know not who you are, lady, as I do not know myself, but your words bring lightness to the shovel I bare."
Death smiled, and lightly kissed the Grave Digger on his cheek, Karthus twitched with jealousy.
The Grave digger rubbed his cheek, a soft smile on his cold lips.
"I must go and dig graves, thank you, my lady. Not only do I feel more honored of my task, but I will conduct it more dutifully."
Death brought her left hand to her chest as she laughed, her right covered her mouth as she let out a cheerful giggle.
"Ah, Yorick, I have watched you for so long, no one does their job more dutifully. Go now, return to your task. I await the day you finally finish it."
Yorick nodded and smiled. He then shuffled away to carry on with his task.
Death watched him go, turned her attention to Hecarim.
Her eyes narrowed and she scoffed.
"Look at you, Hecarim. I remember when you first took a step into my realm. You were so handsome then, so proud, so noble. Had you stayed, you would've been rewarded. You've forsaken everything for whatever pathetic mortal whims you had. Disgusting. Begone from my sight."
"Stow your tongue, woman, less you forget who you speak too" Hecarim growled.
Death blinked. Without saying a word, she gripped the Shadow of War by his arm. To everyone's horror and amazement, the flames of the centaur quelled, his armor around his horse half disappeared.
A vast amount of steam shielded the two from view for a moment, before they reappeared. Hecarim's horse body was now flesh and blood, and was a shining white. His torso was covered in red, galiant armor.
"I remember who I spoke too" Death whispered, "I spoke to a mortal man whom I had respect for."
She snapped her fingers, and Hecarim collapsed to the ground in agony as he combusted into spectral flames. His skin charred, his armor melted over his body and his mortal form once again returned to his undead state.
"I speak to you now, 'Shadow of War', as the pathetic worm you've become. I will repeat myself once, begone from my sight."
The centaur snarled at her, but quickly left.
Death took one quick look at Mordekaiser, "Lose the helmet, the blue haired woman will like it more. You may also let Thresh go now, I can handle that from here."
Even the Summoner looked at Mordekaiser in confusion. The Master of Metal tried to speak, but couldn't find his words.
He too took his leave, following Hecarim.
Death watched him go, then looked to where Thresh had been. She rolled her eyes as she watched him attempt to crawl away.
"Oh... Thresh..." She whispered, walking towards him.
The Chain Warden desperately got to his feet and attempted to flee, only to let out a yelp as he was dragged backwards.
Looking to his side, he could see that it was his own chains dragging him, that infernal woman had called them to her.
"You fool, you should know by now, no one can escape Death."
Thresh tried to fight her, but fell to the ground again, his clawed hands raking across the floor as he was dragged towards her.
"Summoner! Assist me!" The Chain Warden cried.
"No one can save you, Thresh, you've stolen your last soul." Death hissed.
"Is that what this is about!? Take him! Take him, hell, take my entire lantern of souls, leave me be!"
"Ahem."
Death turned to see that the old man was approaching, he seemed... Well, Death couldn't really tell his expression.
"Hmm, that's a first."
"Pardon my intrusion to this... Disagreement... But I'm afraid I cannot allow you to harm Thresh. He is in our service and we need him more then ever."
Death's eyes narrowed, "You cannot 'allow' me to take him?"
A smirk crossed her lips, "Heh. I get told all the time that I cannot do what I please with the dead. Mostly by the dead themselves. You're the first mortal I've met to ever tell me what I can and cannot do."
Her smirk disappeared however, "I detest being told what I can and cannot do. There's nothing I hate more then someone who believes they can command me."
The old man didn't move, merely glared at her from under his robes, Karthus watched the two with interest.
The Summoner continued to meet her gaze, Death's piercing eyes looked as though they could see into his soul.
Then again... They probably could...
After a minute more, however, the Summoner bowed.
"My sincerest apologies, I meant no disrespect to you. Allow me to introduce myself, I am-"
"Norvolk. Timothy Norvolk. Advisor to the current Chancellor of your League. We met rather recently."
"Oh?"
"Yes. Your father died last week, no? I saw you at his bedside. What a cute confession, did you truly not know that you were adopted?"
The Summoner twitched, Death smiled.
"Would you like to know where I sent him?" She asked.
He averted her eyes, "As I said, Thresh is needed by us at the institute. While I cannot force you to leave him, nor will I try, I do request the opporunity to plead his case to you. If we cannot convince you to leave him here, then we will follow your judgement.
Death blinked, and scratched her chin, an idea popped into her head, and she grinned.
"Hmm, how long will it take to come up with an argument?" She inquired.
"For us to properly consult one another, it could take between 5 days and two weeks" The Summoner replied.
Death turned to Thresh. He whimpered as she grabbed him by his collar and hoisted him up with her left hand. Using her right, she backhanded him.
Satisfied, she tossed him against the wall, he let out a loud groan of pain.
Turning to the Summoner once more, she spoke.
"You have exactly one week. During which time, Thresh will not be allowed to take ANY souls, or I will take immediate action. These souls include those on your battlefields."
"But if Thresh cannot absorb souls, how can he-"
Death grinned. Reaching behind her, she watched Karthus grin as she began pulling something out of space itself. It was long and black, a skull at the tip of it. As it came into sight more, the skull began to glow.
Finally, it began to curve, and a blade began to appear. Death grinned as she twirled the object in her hands.
It was a massive Scythe, approximately 9 feet in length. On the base of the hilt was the original glowing skull, at the top of the blade was the terrifying skull of a dragon. The blade was attached so that it looked as though it were coming out of the dragon's mouth. On the weapon were runes, unfamiliar to all those present, glowing with power.
"I will take Thresh's place," she stated, her eyes widening and her smile growing even more.
"You will need a proper name and a title. If we call you by your true name, it could inspire mass panic."
She looked at him, and raised an eyebrow. "Why? What's scary about Death?"
"My Lady, others are not as... privileged, as I was, to accept your embrace" Karthus replied.
Death shrugged, "Fine then. You may call me Persephone."
"And your title?"
She grinned, "The Avatar of Death."
The Summoner nodded, and made his way to leave.
"You may stay in whichever section of the institute you prefer, as I can see you have no allegiance to the Shadow Isles, with the exception of Karthus and Yorick."
"You may share my room, my lady." Karthus suggested, a smile on his face.
Death gave him a cheerful look, "Oh, my beloved Karthus, alas, there is time for us to spend together later. For now, I will make you wait."
"But, my lady, I-"
"And our love making will be all the better because of it."
Karthus went wide eyed, Thresh's jaw dropped, and even the Summoner paused.
Death smirked as she walked up, gave Karthus a kiss on the cheek, and made her way to leave as well. Following the Summoner's route, she paused, and looked at the now-kneeling Thresh.
"Thresh, just so you know, the second your Summoners fail to plead your case, I'm going to drag you to the deepest part of hell that I can find, shove you on a spike, then blissfully pleasure myself as your eyes and limbs are chewed off. Who knows? Maybe by then Karthus will be there, and we will make love to the serenade of your screams."
Karthus's eyes widened even further, Thresh gulped in terror.
"Wha... What about the souls I've collected?"
"Who do you think will be doing the chewing?" She asked with a smile.
She turned to leave again, Karthus's eyes tracing her body, Thresh looking away in fear. As she turned the corner, the Chain Warden let out a sigh of relief.
He let out a shriek when her head popped out again.
"Nom nom nom nom!" She teased, then disappeared, leaving Thresh to cower on the floor, and Karthus to chuckle to himself amusedly.
