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THE ANGEL IN THE NIGHT
I will make you beautiful...I will make you perfect...
Act I
It was a perfect full moon that night, illuminating everything underneath its cosmic face in silver light.
Among those was a small, but beautifully crafted amphitheatre found in the Ionian section of the Institute of War, its white marble glittering magnificently while fireflies flit in and out of the carefully maintained garden that covered a greater part of its expanse.
A lone figure sat on one of the white stone pedestals, not noticing the sublime beauty that nature had decided to show.
Where is he? Syndra thought impatiently, glancing at a hextech clock that hung over the entrance.
It was half-an-hour to midnight.
He should have been here an hour ago!
But she was not angry.
Not really.
Anxious more like, for she had butterflies in her stomach and a pounding drum in her chest.
She thought she was prepared for this meeting, in mind, heart and spirit.
Why am I feeling this way? Why am I even bothering to wait for him?
She did ask him to meet with her later that night—a brazen idea that she currently half regretted.
But she had to.
She had power and she had plans.
Her power was unquestionable and alone it might even suffice.
But power balanced with plans...would all but assure victory in every sense.
Plans needed collaboration though, and despite Syndra's haughty reluctance to make allies, she knew that she needed all the help she can get to make her ambition a reality.
She had since met a few, though none quite as memorable or as...enticing as he was.
It was his first match earlier that day, and she was part of the opposing team.
She had thought none of the new champion despite being her countryman and an infamous assassin to boot.
The Golden Demon? Cannon fodder...she remembered thinking as that match started.
But he had proven himself in the battle that followed, and ended up eating those words.
He was not just a capable fighter...such would be understatement to the magnificent skill he had shown...
His team's eventual victory was all but secured with the trigger of his smoking gun.
It was also a defeat so complete that Syndra was still in disbelief.
She had ended up watching his next few matches in ill-concealed awe and saw him pull off a winning streak unheard of in recent memory.
After his last match at sundown, she had asked if he would grace her with an audience, and set upon an agreed time.
She couldn't take it anymore, but she just felt that she couldn't leave here without speaking to him, even if just for a moment. To placate herself, the Dark Sovereign proceeded to pace back and forth the grand marble amphitheatre.
Minutes passed by, feeling like an eternity to Syndra, when a rustling of the undergrowth caught her ear.
Her gaze snapped back to the entrance...and there he was.
The tall, lean figure walked with graceful strides, as if floating, and was garbed in regal white, purple and gold which glinted in the moonlight.
His mask, pale and bright as the moon above, added to his ethereal beauty.
Syndra was not known for her sentimentality, but she couldn't help but feel her heart flutter even more at the sight as he strode toward her.
She was transfixed at the vision before her.
She then felt a warm, masculine hand, roughened by callouses take her own with surprising tenderness.
Her eyes moved down to where her hand was, and she beheld him raise his mask slightly to lay a small kiss on her hand.
It was something the Dark Sovereign had never experienced before; potential underlings usually cowered or bowed on their knees.
But a kiss on the hand?
It would have been unthinkable; laughable even, had someone suggested it to her earlier that day.
But it happened anyway, and proved how wrong she was.
One thing was crystal clear to her though.
She liked it.
"You're late", she said with the merest hint of a whimper as his lips left her slender hand.
Jhin smirked behind the ivory mask, "I apologize, my lady. But art...needs its own time."
His grip on her hand was tender, but he felt enough to know she reciprocated the gesture.
Sure enough, when he let go shortly after his kiss, he felt her palm grow tighter for an infinitesimal moment.
Interesting...
He drew himself up to his full height, a few inches taller than she was and purposefully looked into her eyes.
Lovely, admiring the soft glowing shade of purple they were.
Her tone was impatient, but her melodic iron tones felt like music to his ears.
"And what art would this be?"
"Look around you," Jhin whispered, brandishing an elegant wave towards the moon, the marble, the garden and the fireflies, "'tis all around you."
She raised an eyebrow, "I was never one for art, if you must know."
He felt a stab of pain in his heart from that remark.
Ah...I will have to work on that, darling.
"Have I...displeased you?" he said apologetically.
He watched her perform a small gulp, and cocked a knowing eyebrow beneath his mask.
Despite the regal way she carried herself, despite the fact that she was practically an all-powerful goddess, she was nervous.
Nervous of a mere mortal.
Very interesting indeed.
"No...this is our first meeting anyway," Syndra breathed, "I will not be so...open-handed the next time."
"Of course," he gestured graciously toward two stone chairs on opposite sides of a table carved from the same, "shall we sit?"
A small smile projected from the Dark Sovereign's luscious lips as she wordlessly sat down his opposite.
He had his own plans that were known to none except himself.
She was not a significant player in his grand scheme when he had first drawn its script...
You were just another actress, darling...another puppet to grace my stage...
But she had all but shown to him that she was not interested only in a purely professional relationship.
But now you are showing me your true talent...oh yes...show me more...
Her part had to be changed.
Hers needed more zazz.
Hers needed more magnificence.
I do believe a rewrite is in order...his smile growing under his mask, admiring her silver-blonde locks glittering in the moonlight.
It was an exciting prospect.
She started to speak to him of her plans for domination but all he could think of was where all this could potentially lead.
He was certain of one thing.
He liked it.
