Crickets chirped in the peaceful silence of the wood as a silent figure, stealthily weaved through the trees with agility.
The brilliant moonlight, white as snow shone upon the woman. She reached the temple, her crescent blade in her hand.
'What are you doing here, Shadow?' Diana said quietly, only taken a few steps in the temple ruins. Her voice was sharp, her face covered by a mask.
A silence ensured, before a whispering of fabric was heard. 'It's the Blood Moon Ritual, Diana.' His blades glimmered in the radiance of the moonlight. 'Cleansing is what I have to do.' He, too was wearing the same mask.
'That is not your purpose, Talon.' Her voice turned cold. 'You are serving Noxus. ' She proceeded to the altar, knowing Talon would not dare to hurt her. Yet.
Diana felt tingling in her veins. The Blood Moon was rising. She would guide the way. The cloaked figure behind her kneeled, and she followed soon after striking her blade in the cracked floor, thrumming with magic.
She would guide us, show us the way. The Moon will purify this filthy land, and the Lunari shall return. Diana took off her mask, her moon sigil glowing a crimson red. She spread her arms wide open, basking in the glow. Waiting. Anticipating.
With a quiet thrum, the clouds dissipated, and a blood red glow illuminated the sky and everything beneath it. The two figures in the temple breathed, the sudden power coursing in their blood.
The power that She has bestowed on us.
The moonlight bathed the land in red, and the woman sent up a prayer. Her crescent blade withdrawn, now glimmering a dull red.
Diana's mask now back on, her steps more stable and quiet. The lithe figure was about to exit the holy temple when the shadow stopped her. 'I have cleansing to do, Shadow.' She hissed, as she attempted to proceed into the woods. How unusual, Diana thought. Talon was an assassin that worked alone. 'What motives are you hiding, Talon? ' She raised her crescent blade in defense if he didn't let go.
'She spoke to me once.' The two figures stood there, face to face, under the blood red moon. The woman scoffed, but she hesitated. Slightly, but that was already an answer for Talon.
Diana gritted her teeth in her mouth. Why would She choose him? But if his claim was true, then she had to respect Her choices.
Talon loosened his grip, and the two figures, a woman and a man, descended into the peaceful forest, the Blood Moon washing over them.
It drew the unlikely comrades together, pulling, tugging at them like the inevitable force of the void. Diana's sigil glowed a tantalizing red, her skin luminous, wisps of red mist coiling around her feet, blessed by the Moon.
They moved. Unknowingly, yet somehow willing. Their eyes met, under the hazy glow of the moonlight, glowing in the dark. Masks long removed, skin brushing against skin, as each touch was scorching, yet pleasuring. Her warm breath fanned over Talon's skin, going dangerously close.
The fingers that he grazed over her smooth cheeks, and she let out a quiet sigh into his palm, leaning slightly. Talon desired to claim her, behold her, and take Diana as his. So vulnerable, all his.
The crimson haze from the moon surrounded them lightly, as it was like Her intention for the binding of the two souls.
The two figures locked eyes for another heated moment, before lips brushed against each other, warm, soft, making Diana moan slightly in ecstasy. Talon tasting her oh-so-sweet lips, devouring her, addicted to her. He wanted more.
Their bodies drew closer, like pieces in a puzzle, and they fit perfectly. It was like an exquisite painting, each touch a stroke of the brush. It was like it was meant to be.
Diana's eyes gazed into Talon's once more, metallic and magnetic, before a night well spent under the blood red moon.