She loved the stars. The complete void of space, illuminated by the shine of billions of stars. A star which she used to be, but now…
"Make your choice"
The stars were brighter than usual. Everything was brighter from the illumination, to the grass and even the blood that washed over her torso. No need to move just yet as she watched the sky. She envied the gods that sent her to Runeterra. She made her choice and she still doesn't regret it, or the choice she just made. The tea shared with... the tea that was warm in her throat was replaced with the taste of iron flooding her lungs; luckily she no longer needed to breath.
As she stared into the endless night sky, she heard little footsteps moving around her. If she had the strength or peace of mind she would inquire what predicament she was in, however none of that seemed to matter anymore. The Star child was tired, tired and accepting.
"Do you miss it?"
A voice said from above her. White fur leading up to a face she couldn't quite make out. A face she wasn't meant to ever see. A face not made for her kind.
"I miss everything." The paralyzed Soraka said…somehow. "I miss being up there and seeing everything." She could feel her eyes begin to blur at the edges. Everything seem to fade away except for the white furred animal and the stars. "Are you…"
"Even stars fade"
The voice said, not looking down at her yet moving her arm over something on her back. Soraka felt something was going to happen, meant to happen. Her body seemed to twitch and get lighter. In her mind she knew she could rise and run. A part of her wanted to get as far away from this thing as possible. She wanted to run to her friends, to anyone with a sword or spell that would protect her. What she wanted was to live, but there she lay staring at the stars. Another choice was given to her, a choice she would also never regret.
"Am I a bad judge of character?" Soraka said and chuckled a bit. She could just see it just barely, but the animal was holding a bow in its hand. Ever since she meddled in the lives of mortals, the world had been cruel to her. A world with many gods, goddesses, demons and void, and heroes plenty; yet only one Soraka. A Soraka who made the mistake to give favor and paid for it in her exile. A mistake that would lead her here. Even now she harbored no hatred for… the circumstance. She saw the arrow being pulled back and aimed at her face.
Her last thoughts were not of her friends nor the stars. Her last thoughts were of her last decision. A decision to trust someone one last time. Why she did it was of no concern now, but she couldn't help but think of him. Not his snarling face at the end. Not his gnashing of her flesh, fangs and claws ripping through her to get to his main goal. Not even of his blood caked human face. She saw him as she first did so many years ago. The man she thought she knew, but even then she never did. A dagger into the chest was her reward for loving that man. That man who turned beast and now, back to his human form.
As she heard the flick of the arrow, everything ended, all but the warmth she felt. The warmth that was foreign to her. Not of acceptance, but of malice. Her last thought was of that man. The one who betrayed her. Her light would fade, like many before her and many after. The white animal was wrong however as stars do not simply fade into darkness. For the first time in her life, Soraka felt hate. In the last slivers of life, Soraka felt the heat of revenge ready to supernova.
A/N
I thought it would be fun to do an Origin for Reaper Soraka. She gets no love lol.