Death exited the dormitories of the Shadow Isles to a much brighter hallway. Following this, she made her way down the path, twisting and turning. Eventually, she began to hear sounds of commotion.
She grinned, interacting with the living was always fun.
"Draven, I fail to see why you need a brigade of Yordle bombers to spread your name across the sky."
"Darius! Come on! It's me! We all know that Noxus would love it!"
Death's eyes widened, Could it be them? Could it truly be THE Darius and Draven? The blood brothers?
They had spilled more blood then most other mortals, Darius on the battlefield, Draven in his twisted arena.
Death had visited Draven's events several times, never in physical form. His relishing in his work and sending her new souls was always so... intoxicating.
She giggled to herself as she picked up her pace, turning several corners until she was at last in eyesight of the two.
"EE!" She squeaked in excitement.
They stopped their discussion, Darius glared behind him, Draven turned around, and slicked his hair back at the sight of the pale skinned beauty.
"Well Hellllloooo there gorgeous!" He greeted her, cheerily, "Name's Draven, the-"
"The glorious executioner! I know! I'm a huge fan of yours! You have no idea!"
Darius scoffed as he resumed his stride. Not turning around, he spoke.
"Draven, we will discuss this later."
"You got it!" Draven replied, grinning. Turning to face Death again, he eyed her up and down.
"Do I know you babe? You seem mighty familiar... Are you in my fan club?" He asked.
"Of course you know me! We interact all the time! I'm dea-" She paused, Draven gave her a raised eye brow.
"I mean, I'm Persephone, I'm in your arena often. I tossed you my handkerchief the other day to wash that blood off your face." She replied.
She had witnessed some crazed lunatic toss it at the executioner when she had been collecting the souls of the prisoners. Sure, it wasn't her kind of item to carry, but it gave her an excuse to talk to him.
"That was you? Well, well! You've got a good arm on you! You've also got good aim!" He chuckled.
His grin grew as his eyes continued to stare at her form, "You've also got a nice shape on you, though you don't strike me as Noxian. Are you a Demacian with mental issues? Cuz babe, Demacian chicks are the best."
Death giggled, "Sure, I'm Demacian, let's go with that. I came here to be a League champion."
She wanted him, she craved him. The aura of bloodlust and the stench of stolen lives came off him in waves. The power of which was intoxicating.
"Aren't you a bit lost if you're Demacian? You're in the center of the Noxian dorms. Even if you are on neutral grounds, you're asking for trouble."
She smiled seductively as she approached him, her hands tracing his chest.
"Maybe I like trouble?"
Draven grinned, "Not that kind of trouble. If my brother had been here when you said you were Demacian, I imagine you'd be tied to a chair right now."
"Sounds kinky, would you have helped?"
Draven laughed wickedly, clutching his gut, he wiped a tear from his eye.
"Ah! No, not my kind of thing. You look like an honest enough girly to me. I don't deal with innocents, I cut down the bad guys. It's why I left the battlefields. I'm not out to cut some guy or lady defending their state or home, I'm all about punishing those who deserve their punishments."
"I thought you did it for the fame?" Death asked.
"It's definitely a perk, babe, but being famous for cutting down criminals in your country is a whole lot better then being famous for cutting down someone's daddy in another. It's why Darius and I differ so much."
He stopped, and put his hands behind his head. Leaning back, he closed his eyes.
"I like you, babe, you're a good listener. To a guy like me, who never shuts up, that's pretty rare. How about we meet up outside of the League dorms? I've got an apartment in the nearby town. I could give you a lesson on everything Draven."
Death smiled, "I'd like that."
Draven grinned, "Great. I'll find you. For now, get out of here before one of my comrades finds ya. Turn around, make a right, and follow that hall. You'll be in the courtyard. The Demacian quarters are directly across."
Death smiled, "Alright, I look forward to our meeting soon."
She turned around, and walked away.
"By the way, girly."
She turned.
"You've got a sweet ass."
She laughed and waved him off, she then went on her way, leaving the Executioner to chuckle to himself.
Death entered the Demacian dormitories, to be greeted with a familiar sight.
"Greetings, my lady." Karthus adressed her.
She smiled, "Hello, Karthus, didn't we just part ways?"
"Indeed we did, but I was asked by Summoner Norvolk to help you find a room. I have chosen one here, in the Demacian dormitories, as they are the nicest rooms here at the institute."
Death raised an eyebrow, "What a coincidence, I was just directed here by Draven."
Karthus shrugged, "Perhaps he had a similar idea. Come, come, allow me to bring you to our room."
Death nodded, and followed the lich. She couldn't help but shiver as she felt the powerful aura of death magic coming off his robes.
They passed numerous doors, each with its own special plaque. Death grinned as she passed each one, all Demacians had blood on their hands, some more so then Noxians.
All, except one. The scout, Quinn, who had not yet had her taste of bloodshed. Death's grin grew larger, she'd be fun to interact with.
Finally, Karthus came to a stop at the very last door.
"This has been arranged for you, my lady, I will take my leave now."
Death nodded, "Thank you, Karthus. You're very sweet."
The Lich smiled, then passed her, moving down the hall. He paused, however, and reached within his robe.
"I uh... I picked these up for you." He murmured, passing her a pot. In it were three, wilted roses, life long gone from them.
Death blushed at the gesture, and watched as the Lich made his exit and vanished out of sight.
Death turned around, and began to turn the knob to her room, but stopped when she felt something sharp press against her back.
She looked down in disdain as the flowers in her pot turned green and red again, life seeping into them.
"Ooh... Karthus... It's a little soon, isn't it?" She asked, knowing full well it was not the Lich.
"Open the door, go inside. You're in a lot of trouble, Death."
She grinned, and flung it open. She immediately rolled forward, hopped up, and landed on the soft bed. Posing with her head on her hand and stretching her legs out, she looked at her visitor.
He was covered head to heel in golden armor, bright blue eyes shining out of the visor in his helm. From his back draped a beautiful, golden cape, and in his hands was an enormous, shining sword.
"Hello, Life, what brings you here? Come to say hello to your beloved little sister?"
The being in the golden armor narrowed his eyes.
"You are not welcome here, Death. I remember the last time you came."
"Ha! Came! That is what happened after all those silly mortals slaughtered one another. I still owe Aatrox for that little orgy, it was beautiful" She mused.
He rolled his eyes, "You're disgusting. Those Noxians and Demacians had families! Wives! Children! Yet you look at them as though their lives are only useful for your ecstasy! You are an eternal being, a master over the forces of the universe, and yet your only goals are to amuse yourself!"
Death grinned, "What other goals are there to have? What else could I possibly want? Ultimate power? I have that. A kingdom and subjects? I have more then you could ever dream, though they were once yours. What else could I want?"
The golden man smiled a sarcastic sneer, "Children"
Death's grin disappeared, she glared daggers at her counterpart.
"That was a low blow, not to mention uncalled for."
He merely chuckled, "Ah, Death, it's the only thing you can give. It's such a weak power, all you can do is take what is already made. You can never create, you can never give, all you can do is take."
"That is not my fault and you know it. I was created for the purpose of governing the souls of the dead. The fact that I cannot create anything has always troubled me, you know that."
He sneered, "Does it truly matter? It's not like anything that could be birthed from your vile womb would be worth creating."
She twitched, "Unless you want me to unleash hell itself on your world, I suggest you stop mocking me. Let us not forget who the more powerful of the two of us is."
He shrugged, lifted his hand, and blasted a bolt of energy at her, sending her reeling.
She was sent through the wall of the room, crashing into her bathroom and smashing her bath tub. Water shot out of the ruined furniture, drenching her.
Life snarled as he felt the walls of reality shaking, the dead souls screeching in agony from the attack on their master.
She immediately shook it off, and jumped to her feet. Whipping her scythe out from behind her, she leapt at her attacker. Her blade slashed across his chest, cleaving his armor and knocking him backwards.
The flowers in the pot immediately disintegrated, and shrieking could be heard throughout the building.
"Stop!"
Both immediately ceased their efforts, and fell to a knee.
A glowing light encased the two as a new form came into view. It was that of an old man in white robes. His beard was so long that it fell to the floor, his white hair draped to his shoulders and down his back.
His eyes were merely white energy. Despite the appearance of age, he gave off an air of royalty unmatched.
"Eternity." Life growled.
"Father." Death whispered.
The old man looked at the two, furious.
"Look at you! Bickering like children! Do you not feel your actions?! Life, could you not feel the souls of the dead cry with fury and anger as you struck your sister!? Could you not feel them tearing at the boundaries of the living world?! Death! Could you not hear every living thing cry out in pain as you attacked your brother?!"
"Sorry, father." Death said, quietly.
"My deepest apologies, Eternity" Life muttered.
The old man narrowed his eyes, "Life, I am not your peer. You do not possess the right to address me by name, nor have you shown that you are worthy to do so."
Life did not reply, merely glared at the old man.
Death winked at him, causing him to grit his teeth.
Eternity turned his gaze to her, "Death, you are in no position to mock him. You are far out of your jurisdiction. You are clearly provoking your brother, I wish to know why."
Death leapt to her feet, "I did no such thing, Father! I came here because a mortal is stopping the souls of the dead from coming to me! Life has done nothing to stop him nor the place that he draws his power from! Action must be taken!"
Eternity glared at his son, "Is this true?"
Life narrowed his eyes, "Yes, it is true that a mortal is holding souls, but I cannot do anything about it. I have no power over the dead, and I swore to you that I would never interfere with my creations. However, Death is lying. She came to my realm and, in her first fifteen minutes, killed three mortals."
"You are so full of shit! I know you were watching that! Those idiots wanted to rape me!"
"You slaughtered them all while trying not to masturbate!"
"Not true! I spared one of them! And I haven't even begun to do the second part!"
"You violent Nymphomaniac!"
"You conceded, narcissistic, shining shithead!"
"Enough!"
The two once again fell to a knee, their Father's voice quaking the room.
"I will have no more of this bickering! Death, I will permit you to stay here for the time period you said you would stay, but the minute it is up, you are to return to your domain."
"Father! That is preposterous! Why does she gain your favor?!" Life asked, angrily.
"Because you should've contacted her or me about this mysterious power in your realm sooner! Your arrogance annoys me to no end, Life! When you lack the ability to do something, you need to ask for assistance, not alienate us like we are your enemies!"
Life snarled, "But she IS my enemy! She's the enemy of all things living! She delights in killing my charges and goes into ecstasy when it happens!"
"Guilty as charged." Death mused.
"Why do you always favor her?! You give her the power to collect my subjects, yet if I went into her realm and brought one thing to life, you'd most likely go into fits!"
Eternity looked at his son, and nodded. Turning to Death, he spoke.
"Your brother has a point, Death, I do tend to favor you. I shall make you a deal. You may stay during your allotted Time period, but only if no things die during this week."
"How about no things that STAY dead, die this week?" She asked.
Eternity raised an eyebrow, but nodded.
"Does this please you, Life?" He asked.
The figure shook his head, "No, I don't like it, not one bit, but it's better then nothing."
Eternity nodded, and, in a flash of light, disappeared, leaving the siblings alone again.
Death smiled cheerily at her brother, he glared at her.
"I don't suppose you'd mind repairing the damage you've caused to my room." Death asked.
Life narrowed his eyes again, but lifted his hand. The walls instantly repaired themselves, the water flowed back into the pipes, the bathroom reassembled.
"Unlike you, I can be civilized." He muttered.
Death shrugged, "Okay then. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a bath. Care to join me, brother? It appears you're sweating under all that armor. I didn't realize father would unease you so much."
He didn't reply, merely raised his middle finger towards her. She giggled as he disappeared.
"Well, now that that's over…"
She quietly made her way to the bathroom, and turned the knob on the tub. It immediately began to fill with hot water.
She let out a seductive grin as she took her clothing off, and dipped her feet into the water. It quickly filled up, and she smiled as she let herself sink under the waters edge, only her nose and eyes above the warm surface.
She let her eyes go hazy as she thought about her day, her experience with those Noxian guards, the terror on the faces of the undead champions, that cute soldier…
He had been cute, why had she let him go? She always took what she wanted. Those dark green eyes, that pitch black hair, those strong, handsome features. And when she had kissed him… The feeling of his soft, warm, living lips against hers…
She closed her eyes fully as her hand moved down her stomach…
Elise darted her eyes back and forth, making sure she would not be seen. She was a rare sight in the Institute in the first place, normally spending her time around Valoran, enticing followers to come to the Shadow Isles with her. Now, here she was, in the Demacian dormitories, looking for the one person she feared.
She had to talk to Death, she had so many questions to ask, chief among them what she meant by Vilemaw not giving 'bonus years'.
Obviously, it meant she'd die, but she had to know… Would her beloved Spider God betray her?
She moved briskly through the halls, passing various doors.
"Garen, the Might of Demacia" She read the first door and sneered, she had crushed that faith driven muscle-head numerous times.
"Lux, the Lady of Luminosity" The second read.
"The light girl, more like a light snack for my pretties" Elise mused.
"Shyvana, the Half Dragon… Prince Jarvan IV… Alistar… Poppy… Galio… Xin Zhao… Quinn… Valor? Valor gets his own room?"
She shook her head, she had to focus. She had to get past these Demacian dipshits to find her target. After several more doors, she finally came to the last room in the Demacian dormitories. It had to be hers.
As she approached, she heard a loud squeal through the door. Elise shivered, but braced herself.
Lifting her shaking hand to the door, she knocked.
She screamed as a hand shot phased through the door, and grabbed her. She was immediately pulled inside the room, her arms locked to her sides. Powerless to resist, she was lifted off the ground and thrown onto the bed.
Before she could say a word, she felt something pressed against her mouth.
She blinked in shock, her red eyes barely able to comprehend what they saw.
Death was on top of her, completely naked. Her legs held her arms down, her hands were wrapped around her head, her lips pressed against hers.
"You came at the perfect moment, I need someone, anyone. I'm so horny and you radiate the aura of death."
Elise tried to scream as Death resumed their kiss, her tongue forcing its way into her mouth, violently pulling on her own.
"Don't fight me, give yourself to me. I know you came here seeking answers, and I'll give them to you, but first, you need to satisfy my lust."
Elise could only whimper as she felt Death move on top of her. Her legs moved off her arms, but for some reason, Elise could still not move.
She gaped in horror as she felt her captors grip on her head tighten, and watched as Death placed herself on top of her face.
"Lick me, suck me, come now Elise, please me with your mouth. Bite me, and I'll rip your soul out and use you as a sex doll for eternity."
Elise felt tears leave her eyes as she was forced to lick the other woman's clit. Despite her usual seductive tone, she was actually not attracted to other women at all. In fact, the prospect of it disgusted her.
Now, here she was, her head shoved against another woman's cunt, and there was nothing she could do about it.
"Yes! Yes! YES! Elise! Look at me! Look at me with those beautiful red eyes! The Spider has made you perfect for me!" Death cackled in ecstasy, "Now! Take your tongue and put it inside me!"
Elise looked at her, mortified. Wasn't this enough?! This humiliation?!
"DO IT!"
The Spider Queen stifled a sob of disgust as she stretched her tongue out, Death letting out various moans.
"Perfect! Simply perfect! But where are my manners? This won't do at all!"
Elise yelped as she felt her clothing rip off, and something plunge itself into her own private areas. Looking down, she could see that Death had somehow turned around. The Goddesses index and middle fingers were sticking inside her.
"How far can you take it?" Her tormentor asked, sadistically.
Elise let out a cry as Death stuck in her ring finger, then her pinky, then her thumb. She wrenched herself free of the other woman's cunt and let out a shriek as Death's entire hand entered her.
Pain enveloped her as she felt the hand crawl up inside of her, Death's fingers stimulating every sensation at once.
She felt slight relief when her tormentor moved herself off of her, only to try to protest when she felt her self being dragged again.
"Shhh… Elise… I'm making you feel good, no? Return the favor, suck my breasts."
The Spider Queen whimpered as she once again wrapped her mouth around the other woman, this time over her bright, pink nipples.
"Mmm… Yeah… That feels good… Keep doing that…"
Elise closed her eyes in shame as she went to her task, her warm tongue wrapping around the soft areola, her teeth lightly tugging on it, her lips sucking it.
The proud Spider Queen could only cry out and whimper as she was forced to stroke her tormentor, and feel her womb be violated.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Death let out one last moan.
Elise was shoved back unto her back, and forced to put her mouth against Death's clit again.
"Elise! Elise! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm-!"
Elise tried not to gag as she felt a stream of fluid wash over her, coating her tongue and filling her mouth.
Just as she was going to spit it out, she received her next command.
"Don't spit it out."
Death panted, and removed her arm from Elise. The limb left the Spider Queen's vagina with a sickening POP.
Cupping her charge's own lubricants in her hand, Death turned around, and gave Elise a lust filled smile.
"Open your mouth and gargle it, Elise. Gargle my cum."
Elise turned bright red as she did so, opening her mouth and spreading her soaked lips. She then let a new set of tears flow as she gargled the juices.
Elise then coughed when Death poured her own fluids into her mouth.
"Mmm keep doing that. Good girl. You make a perfect whore."
Elise choked, she needed to breathe.
"Alright, Good, now swallow it, then lick your face."
She did so, coughing and gagging from the effort.
Death rolled off her, and lay next to her, panting hard. A satisfied grin on her face. Wrapping her arms around her captive, she spoke.
"I've been so horny since I got here, sorry about the rough treatment. I'm afraid you caught me at the height of my pleasure."
Elise said nothing, terrified of what might happen if she offended Death.
She bit her lip as she felt her breasts being fondled.
"So tell me, while I play with your slutty body, why have you come to see me?"
Elise opened her mouth to speak, but paused when Death dragged her finger across her lips. A glistening drop came into view.
"But first, you missed a spot."
Elise whimpered again as Death put her finger in her mouth, her tongue involuntarily wrapping itself around the digits.
Strangely, however, she found herself not wanting to let go as her captor pulled back.
"Ooh, getting trained fast are we? No wonder Vilemaw likes you so much. Still, I want you to talk, so I think I'll just play with these while you speak."
Elise nodded, nervously, as Death resumed fondling her.
"You said… You said that Vilemaw wouldn't give me bonus years, eventually, what did you mean?"
She let out a yelp when Death clutched her breasts, hard.
"What do you think it means? Eventually, you're not going to gain any more life from his venom, and you're going to die."
"But Vilemaw himself does not kill me?" She asked.
She cried out in pain when she felt Deaths mouth wrap around her right breast, and sharp teeth dug into the skin. Something strange moved within her as she felt something leave her nipple.
She let out a whimper of disgust as Death parted her lips, her nipple caught between them, white liquid rolling over her chin.
"Vilemaw, seeing that you are no longer rejuvenated, will know it is time to strike. He will devour you, and absorb all the power he has put into you for the thousands of years you have served him. He will grow so much in power, that he will leave the Shadow Isles and go on a rampage in the living lands." Death replied between her teeth.
"Thousands of years? I have only assisted him for a century? Vilemaw... is planning this? He… knows?" Elise asked.
She let out a moan as Death released her breast with a pop, the large mound bouncing down. She whimpered as she examined the teeth marks, and more milk poured out of her.
"Elise, do you truly think that he gave you power because he actually loves you? You are being used as a bank with interest. As Vilemaw stores more power into you, he has more power to rely on. When you are full, he will devour you, and reabsorb all of the energies he has given you. The saddest part is, he'll be asking you to merge with him, and you'll actually believe him. Such a shame too, you have a beautiful figure."
Elise twitched, she had been raped, she had been forced to pleasure this woman, and now, it'd been revealed that she was some sort of sack for Vilemaw's power?
"What… What's the point of immortality… if it ends with that?" She asked.
Death stopped playing with her, and looked her in the eyes.
"There is no point to it. Eventually, even if it weren't this way, you will die regardless. The fact of life is that at the end of the road, you will die. Delaying it only makes it worse, doesn't it?"
Death smiled as she felt the aura coming from Elise change.
"Yes… You're feeling it now, you're own mortality. You're truly coming to grasps with the fact that you cannot live forever, that you fear death."
Elise looked at her, her red eyes trembling.
Death smiled as she brought herself on top of Elise again, their bodies rubbing against one another, their lips only inches apart.
"Elise… You don't have to fear me, you know. I know you're just a victim as well, your mind infected with Vilemaw's venom. When the day finally comes that your heartbeat stops, take comfort in the fact that I will take you in my arms…"
Elise shivered as Death pressed her lips against hers one last time, the world seemed to fade away as she did so.
When the Spider Queen sat up again, she was in her own room in the Shadow Isles dormitories. Her clothes were back on, and Death was gone.
"Did it really happen? Was it a sick dream?" She asked, aloud.
Looking down, she let out a slight whimper when she saw the bite marks on her breasts. Hugging her knees to her chin, she sobbed at how hopeless it all was.
