Afraid of the Dark?
Syndra floated gracefully through the cafeteria at the institute. Grabbing her plate compiled of a small serving of white rice and chicken, she sat down at the edge of a nearby table, alone. Such was life for her. The only person she could even call a 'friend' was Zed, perhaps, and still she felt that he would slit her throat at the first chance. Regardless, she ate her food with haste, wishing to leave this god forsaken cafeteria as soon as possible. Champions sitting nearby, such as Garen and Fiora, eyed her carefully. But she always got those looks when she went anywhere. They judged her immediately without hearing her side about anything. Most of their 'factual' evidence was just hearsay, and nothing more.
"What do you want?!" She snapped, narrowing her eyes towards the nearby group of Demacians.
"Ah… Er… Uhm… Demacia?" Garen stuttered.
Syndra pinched the bridge of her nose. "So incompetent."
Ionia sure did know how to slander one's reputation, but moping about did no good. Yeah, okay, maybe she did go a little crazy with power, and maybe she did kill a few people,okay more than a few… But even so! Everyone has breakdowns!
Oh well. There was little to nothing she could do to get her fellow champions' respect back. Even if she saved ten kittens from a burning tree, whilst helping an old lady cross a street, and achieving world peace singlehandedly, they'd probably not care at all.
Syndra smirked. It was a good thing she had no intention to do any of those things. The way she saw it, this immense power was a gift. She absolutely loved it. The feeling of being so… unstoppable… so… dominant. It was intoxicating. Unfortunately, the institute claimed she was a bit unstable in her previous state, so they bound most of her magic. She could feel it brimming inside her, begging for a release she could not grant. Whenever she gained her true #potential back, the institute would feel the Sovereign's wrath, or so she hoped. For now, this rice was going to feel her wrath instead.
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Syndra floated through the halls of the institute on the way back to her room. She had been out for matches all day, and really couldn't wait to fall into face first into bed. On the way, a blood curdling shriek caught her attention. It sounded like it came from a hallway directly to her left. She went down it, looking over all the doors along the way until she saw one with the words "HOLDING BAY 6" above it. Her interest piqued, as she attempted to open the door, but it remained firmly locked. She tried a few more times, but to no avail. Out of frustration, she grunted and blew the door down with a burst of her dark magic. Stepping over the broken door, she walked into a room with a large window. The eeriest thing though was that on the other side of the window was complete backness. The transparency of the glass ran true, and did indeed show total nothingness on the opposite side. It was quite unnerving. Syndra finally found the source of the shriek. Leaning back in the chair was the corpse of a summoner, their face still paralyzed in shock. Syndra gasped, but she had seen death plenty of times, and after awhile it just didn't really affect too much. Regardless, this situation was most puzzling. She had found a room that was not supposed to be opened, a dead summoner, and a gigantic window with only darkness on the otherside.
Wait a minute…
Summoner's face paralyzed in fear. Darkness on the other side. Holding bay 6.
Ah, shit. She realized exactly where she was. Syndra turned around and attempted to run out of the room the way she came, but a door of what seemed to be dark mist materialized from nothing and blocked her exit. She tried blowing it down, but nothing happened when her magic struck it. The lights in the room had dimmed now, causing it to become very dusky. She felt a shiver down her spine.
"Heh Heh Heh… Afraid of the dark?" Rang a spectral voice that sounded like it came from nowhere, yet at the same time everywhere. Overhead lights lit up from inside the window and she finally could get a better view of who, or what, was behind it. A large room came into view. The walls and floor were colored white and inside it were only two things. A pair of oversized handcuffs that had been broken, now laying on the floor, and a very familiar apparition levitating as close to the window as possible, staring Syndra right in the eyes.
"Nocturne." She said blankly.
"Ah, Syndra. How lovely of you to visit me." Nocturne responded.
"What have you done here?" She said, gesturing to the dead summoner and pair of broken restraints.
"Oh, nothing really. I finally figured out a way to break those pesky magic retaining handcuffs, leaving this summoner utterly and hopelessly defenseless."
"What are you planning?"
"Hmmm, that's odd." He said, phasing through the glass and into the room Syndra was in. He started slowly circling her. "You sound intrigued. Could it be that you share a similar hatred for this forsaken institute?"
"That would be correct." She said, feeling slightly less frightened of the living nightmare. "If you've found a way to escape your restraints, perhaps I can as well. Then I could unleash my vengeance upon this place."
"I could help you, Dark Sovereign." Nocturne said, still whirling around her, but getting very close, almost touching her. "But what's to say you wouldn't try to destroy me with your power?"
Syndra laughed. "You really don't trust me that much? That's cold, even to a person like myself. We are very alike, you and I. Why would I kill an ally? Especially one that could probably kill me just as easily."
Nocturne chuckled, and she felt cold air that she regarded as his 'breath' brush against her neck. "We do share some aspirations I suppose. We could rule this world, you know? I the king and you the queen. It would be quite fun, If I may say so myself. Heheh."
"If I were queen, and you king, wouldn't that make us married?" She smirked.
"I suppose so. King of Darkness, Queen of power. I like the sound of it, personally. Perhaps I could even maintain a human form long enough to plant my seed in you, thereby bringing us a child and heir to our throne."
Syndra blushed from the causality in his voice. "Slow down, Nightmare. I am a woman with self respect, and I will not let any random spectre fuck me."
"Ah, ah, ah." He said, his hands running down her sides slowly. "I am no random spectre, as you put it. I am the ghost of ghosts, the lord of misery. In your world, I am a god."
"When you put it like that… Well, my interests are piqued."
"Then let us go. First we shall break your restraints and destroy this decrepit place, then we shall start our kingdom and consummate our love. Do you have any objections, Sovereign?"
"Not that I can think of. Go we shall."
A/N: Leave me suggestions yo.
