Pierce / Rend
by littlewick
A League of Legends Fanfiction

They call her the Spear of Vengeance, the Lady of Revenge, the Annoying Bitch whose hopping passive is so unfair and her utility and objective securing goddamn CertainlyT, Kalista. She comes to answer Fate's Call, to deliver justice upon the guilty.

She (they) remembers the man on the horse. He loved it, and was never without it. Kalista found the four legged beast irritating. It was fitting, really what happened to him in the end. He had destroyed her efforts to aid the king, in his own selfish desires. She tried to stop him, to tell the king the truth, but mad with grief, the king listened to the liar, and was manipulated. It was because of him that the isles were ruined, that the king and queen were altar spirits, that her very own spear was driven into her back and the last thing she recalls from her living life was the pain. All caused by Hecarim.

She doesn't want anyone else to feel this way. Hurt. Lied to. Cheated. Stolen from.

So she decides to do the right thing and help.


Kalista was on the hunt for Sivir.

The mercenary would be hard to find for most, but Kalista had her sentinels to aid her. They sought, and she came when they shrieked; the sign of a potential oathsworn, a new soulbound. Most found their high pitched calls annoying and ear piercing, like the laughs of Lux or Lulu, but Kalista found it heartwarming. She loved her sentinels.

Sivir and her band of gold hungry bandits had just set up camp when the Spear arrived in a swirl of green mist. She scanned the camp searching for her mark. She found her rolling her sleeping mat inside her tent.

"Battle Mistress." Kalista announced her presence. Sivir turned, her boomerang blade ready. She did not relax when she spotted the ethereal woman, and her grip tightened.

"Spirit. What do you want?" Sivir all but snarled. She was aggressive, wary, ready for a confrontation. She saw what only some can see, the potential for her trust to be misplaced, for another deceitful trickster to use her for selfish purposes, to toss her aside like a used bandage, carrying all the consequences and none of the benefits.

Kalista frowned. It reminded her a little too much of herself, but she decided to start her marketing pitch. "You were betrayed. We can help."

Sivir snorted. "I can handle my own problems. Now, unless you're paying me, you'd better leave." She pointed towards the seemingly endless Shuriman dunes, clearly wishing for Kalista to leave.

She didn't. "It was the serpent woman, was it not? Snakes are creatures of deceit." Kalista pressed on. "She used you. We can take vengeance." She takes a step closer towards Sivir, who takes a step back. "Cassiopeia shall know pain. Suffering. Everything she has wrought upon you, Sivir."

The battle mistress looked entranced, and Kalista knew she had her hooked. Now she only needed the 'line' and 'sinker' parts.

"What did you need me to do?" Sivir asked, a tremble audible in her voice. Her arms had dropped to her sides, and she took a step closer. Kalista smiled.

"Swear to me." Kalista held out a fist, before unclenching it. A green wisp of a soul trickled out, desperate for escape. She snatched it back, and shuddered as it absorbed into her. "Become my oathsworn, and I will hunt her down. And when you pass, your soul will become one of us."

Sivir cocked her head sideways. "One of you? I'm sorry, but that might be a deal breaker." She shook her head, and held out a hand in a 'stop' motion.

It puzzled the vengeful spirit. They were elated to be part of her; she was glad to encompass them. "How come? You would live a joyful life without Cassiopeia plaguing you everyday, as she will be dead." Kalista paused for a moment, as a sentinel approached her. It told her of another one wishing revenge. She whispered to it that each individual that calls to her deserve all her time, and she sends it off. She then continued. "Do you desire to be forever poisoned by the miasma of the serpent, caught in her petrifying gaze? Forever a victim, someone who calls for aid?"

This seemed to set Sivir off. "I'm not stuck on it," she claimed, sounding as if she was trying to convince herself as well as Kalista. "I have shown that I'm strong. I released the emperor of the sands. I've accrued a fierce reputation for myself. I don't need you to kill a garden snake."

"A garden snake." Kalista sneered. "You compare a boa constrictor, a king cobra to a mere garden snake." She shook her head before continuing. "She will bring you to ruin. She torments you, and will continue to as long as you live. The Butcher and the Magus are evidence of what you have let her do."

Sivir looked conflicted. She wanted the pact. She was a self centred bandit queen that belongs to no one but herself. Kalista knew. She could see it in the mercenary's eyes. Perhaps she would have to sweeten the deal.

"We can capture her, if you wish. We know you enjoy being on the hunt." Kalista pressed on. "She will know suffering, agonizing pain. Her mind will break, her bones will shatter. And all by your call." To Kalista, this sounded like a brilliant idea.

Sivir thought otherwise. "I'm sorry, but I have to decline." She began to back into her tent. "I have heard of you, Spear of Vengeance. I know just what you bring." She paused, making 'eye contact' with the pupil-less spirit. "And besides, revenge isn't as sweet if you don't do it yourself, right?"

And with that, she shut her tent flap.