I'm not a fantastic writer, and I've never tried writing fanfiction. I am, however, an avid reader and have read plenty of all of your stories. I wanted to write about a world where morality wasn't black and white, and Noxian isn't synonymous with evil asshole. I also wanted to try to write my own character who isn't a Marty Stu. This story will follow Masriel, an OC character from Noxus and his interactions with various factions and champions. The other main character in the story will be Lux, the Lady of Luminosity. We'll see how I do. I would of course appreciate reviews and criticism. There will be smut in this story, and there might be all sorts of other things that will probably make it deserve the M rating. I will do my best to use good writing, but I will not censor the content! Without further ado, Noxus, Now and Forever.


"I'm sick of waiting."

Masriel paced back and forth. He was furious and more importantly, he was tired. He was here, with Katarina and Talon, and General Du Couteau was not. Katarina responded quietly.

"I'm quite certain I have as much cause to miss my father as you do."

"Then why are we here? He can't have just disappeared; he must be somewhere."

"You know that Talon and I do not have the time to go ourselves because of the League. You know we no longer have the resources to send a search party. You know it's far too dangerous to go alone. We must wait until the situation changes."

Masriel sighed, and sat down at the table. General Du Couteau had become a father to him. He would never forget the day that he first came to be another ward of the famous House of Du Couteau. He was nothing before then, born of a Noxian peasant woman who was raped by a Demacian soldier during the war. Talon stood up and walked over to Masriel.

"Masriel, believe me, I owe everything to General Du Couteau as well. I'm afraid of what will happen to the House without him; I'm afraid of what will happen to Noxus without him. As soon as the League gives me the reprieve I requested, I promise you, we will find him."

Masriel nodded solemnly, slightly comforted by the knowledge that the waiting would soon end. Noxus was a different place without the General. All three of them knew that it was likely that he was not even alive. Jericho Swain did not like having powerful competitors. General Du Couteau disappears, and shortly after, Keiran Darkwill is executed. But no, the General would have a plan. He always did. Katarina sighed and stood up.

"You know Swain will never let you have that reprieve. As the Grand General of Noxus, he decides when to give the Noxian champions a reprieve, and he has nothing to gain from us going to look for my father. Either he had something to do with it, and he wouldn't want us and the rest of Noxus to find out, or he had nothing to do with it, and the last thing he wants is a triumphant return to challenge his rule."

Masriel stood, examining Katarina and Talon, those who had been his siblings where he had none, and so much more. He hated to leave them, but he was not defenseless. He was not as strong as a League champion, but he also did not have to deal with the leash.

"You're right, of course. We've had this conversation half a million times and every time before, I've let you tell me it's too dangerous. But we are Noxians. We are forged in fire, or we are destroyed by it. I must prove I am worthy of the House, of the General. I will find him, or I will die trying."

Katarina reacted violently. She stormed over to him shoved Masriel violently. He tumbled over his chair and fell to the ground.

"You are a stupid boy; don't pretend you are strong enough to do this. Don't let some misguided pride let you get yourself killed. No one doubts your strength, and no one doubts your loyalty. But none of us could do this alone. I won't let you throw your life away."

Masriel stood up slowly. Masriel typically wore a sword. He could fight with it, in fact, compared to the average man, he could fight quite well with it, but that is not where his power lay. Even though he had been training all his life with the sword, that is not why General Du Couteau took him in. Right now though, in the comfort of his own home, he was not wearing a sword. However, he would never be left defenseless, and he reached into his sleeve and pulled his knife out of the sheath that he kept tied to his forearm in case he needed it.

Katarina, eyes wide, breathing heavily, still obviously angry and impassioned, was without her regular weapons as well. Masriel knew she kept more knives hidden amongst her clothing than he could possibly count or imagine. He hoped it would not come to that.

Masriel drew his knife along his wrist, and felt his power awaken, call to him, waiting to be seized. As he reached out to that familiar place, he could have moaned from the pleasure, and vomited from the discomfort at the same time. He loved and hated his power. So sweet, yet so disgusting. When General Du Couteau asked how it could be both, he remembered likening it to drinking low quality whiskey. Of course, General Du Couteau had probably never had low quality whiskey, but that was another matter.

Masriel's eyes glowed red, and his voice took on a quality that the General described as unhuman: almost musical and baritone. Talon started moving as soon as he started moving the knife. Masriel knew, or at least hoped, he had nothing to fear from his siblings.

"I must leave, Katarina. I am sorry, but if you wish me to stay, you will have to kill me. I see no other option. Swain will destroy Noxus, and General Du Couteau is the only one who can stop him, and I am the only one who can find the General. I will leave, or I will die."

By this point, Talon was in between Katarina and Masriel. Unlike the other two, he was not sure if Talon ever removed his blade. He wondered if Talon really had it in him to kill him. He must. They are wards of the House of Du Couteau, sworn to protect it. Katarina was a member of the House. Talon must do his duty, just like he must do his. He knew he could not defeat both of them, but for the good of the House, and for the good of Noxus, he would try, if they forced him.

Katarina started laughing dryly. She spoke with all of the venom of an adder.

"Look at us, the remnants of the once great House of Du Couteau poised to kill each other over how best to restore us to glory. I won't kill you Masriel, but I might as well, for you seem determined to get yourself killed. I am going to bed."

Katarina tried to hide it by laughing, but Masriel could tell she was furious. Furious and afraid. For him, or of him, he wondered. Maybe both. She stomped off to bed.

Masriel's eyes returned to normal. He was still breathing heavily, still clutching his knife. As the adrenaline and his power left him, he wanted to cry. Not because his power leaving him left him so miserable, but because of what he just resolved to do. He, of course, would never show such a weakness in front of his siblings. They are Noxians. They do not show weakness.

Talon scowled. Talon was his brother, but Katarina was Talon's sister, and it was to her father he owed his loyalty. He could not fault Talon for being angry with him after threatening his sister in their own house. Talon spoke softly, however.

"If you ever threaten Katarina like that again, I will kill you"

"I know, brother."

"No, you don't. You have absolutely no idea the pain it is to die. To feel the complete agony of your very soul seeping out of your body. I do not wish it on anyone, least of all you, but I have sworn my oath to the House, and I intend to keep it."

Masriel merely nodded. It was funny how the champions of the League are portrayed as celebrities, living a glamorous lifestyle. He knew from living with two of them that nothing could be further from the truth. Fighting, killing, dying, only to reborn to have to fight, kill, and die again. The lack of freedom due all of the rules, having to be available for summoning every hour of every day, and that isn't even mentioning the leash. The leash terrified Masriel. The idea of someone being able to take control of you at any point, and if you resist, to incapacitate you. How could anyone trust the summoners with that kind of power over them? The General's voice echoed in his head.

"Someday, you will be a champion of the League. You will represent Noxus and our House. You will bring us glory."

He remembered beaming with pride that the General had so much confidence in him. He did not know at the time that the League was nothing but a gilded cage. It did not matter. He would do what he must to bring glory to the General and to Noxus.

Talon had started walking up to bed. He turned as he reached the stairs.

"Good night, Masriel, and good luck. You will need it."

Masriel sighed, and finally sheathed his knife, and took out his handkerchief to stem the bleeding in his arm. He of course did not draw that much blood. If the fighting started in earnest, he was quite certain there would be plenty of blood available. The Sinister Blade and the Blade's Shadow indeed. He wondered what that would make him, if he ever became a League champion. The Blade's Pet Mage? He would worry about that when the time came. For now, it was time to get some rest.