Hello! Welcome to my first story that isn't pure smut! :D
Few things I wish to say.
This story isn't entirely revenge or you know, pure torture. The two will eventually develop feelings for eachother (if that's possible for you know who) and it won't be all dark and gory either.
Think of this as kind of a prologue. The Chapters will be much longer.
The Noxian invasion of Ionia was underway. The Empire itself was feared by many in the world. This wasn't the first time they'd invaded another land, but it was different with Ionia. It was a land, rich in magical energy and proved to be a fertile ground for Noxus to plunder in search of artifacts of great power to serve as weapons of mass destruction, all in an attempt to fuel the Empire's never-ending expansion with the added benefit of maintaining an edge on Demacia.
That's where the Noxian Elite Commander James Holland came into play. He was originally from Zaun, growing up with The Mad Chemist Singed, though they had grown apart significantly in the past years.
James rose through the ranks using his skills in combat, strategy, and his background from his homeland. He was an inventor in his spare time. The man had developed a full suit of armor donned entirely in black with a skull like helmet. In addition to this, he designed his own Designated Marksman Rifle along with a sidearm. This allowed the soldier to engage his enemies on the battlefield much differently as opposed to the usual rush in close quarters.
He was a force to be reckoned with.
Swain chose the man to lead a squad of elite soldiers into the backlines of an Ionian stronghold. It was a heavily fortified area, but the Noxian invasion over the past few months had driven the warriors back to what seemed to be the places last stand. Inside of that structure was a map.
This map would reveal all of Ionia's greatest resources and artifacts for the empires unquenchable thirst for control. What they could find would grant them the ability to create weapons beyond their expectations and in addition to this, create more resources similar to James's. This was of most importance to Swain.
James agreed to this.
It was the evening before the attack. The man knew the essential of this mission, but he couldn't sleep. Something was troubling him.
The man stood with his arm stretched outward against the cold open walkway to the balcony. The moons pale rays shining very weakly into the bedroom with the wind blowing the curtains back with a light whistle. James was in his pants with a little bandana covering his mouth. He had an unattractive scar thanks to Singed when they were younger and he preferred not to show it, even if the only one in the room was his partner Jade.
He knew it wasn't just the both of them.
James's eyes tensed up and squinted. Across on top of another house, he could see a figure. It had a feminine body that was curvy. Two pointed tendrils moving around with a menacing look.
James crossed his arms, leaning fully against the wall with his head titled.
The two tendrils then began to glow pink at the edge, catching James's attention, his eyes widening more, but still maintaining his squinting. Atop the figures head, two horns began to glow as well, and then a wide grin came onto the figure.
The man cautiously moved back slightly. He knew it'd seen him, but was toying just for now. James reached for his rifle, keeping it out of sight.
Now staring tensely, a pair of eerie pink eyes were seen. James brought his weapon up, using the scope to get a closer look. The toothy grin was still on the figure and its teeth opened. A long tongue sprawled out and the thing stretched its arms. Following the movements, James saw it motion its finger to him, gesturing…"Come here."
He breathed heavily, bringing the scope down and seeing the figure had suddenly disappeared. His eyes were wide open, mouth also doing the same under the piece of clothing.
"You okay?"
James exclaimed abruptly at the sound of his loves comforting voice. She was using the blanket from the bed to cover up her nude body.
"Yes! Yes. I-, I'm fine." He said.
The woman gave him a weak smile, bringing her hand to his bandana.
"Really wish you didn't wear that." She cooed.
Jade rested her head on his chest, gently rocking against him. James instinctively comforted her in his arms. He lifted the bandana briefly to plant a kiss on her forehead.
"You need rest my love. You have an important day tomorrow."
"I know, I know. Just… thought the scope could use some adjustments." He lied.
She uttered a small sound of amusement. Jade removed her head from James's chest. The man leaned down closer to his lover, their noses touching and temples pressing together. He removed the bandana, revealing the scar across the entirety of his lower face. Jade cooed at him and cupped his cheeks. They closed the gap and kissed. It was short, but it had burst of passion. They broke it, smiling lovingly.
"Come on, let's get back to bed my love."
James reluctantly agreed, taking one last peek out of the window, checking if the figure had returned.
It didn't.
His partner was right, he needed some rest.
She snuggled up into his chest, their hands grasping one another and pulling them closer for embracement.
His eyes closed and drifted off.