A/N: So I've actually been sitting on this idea for a while. It's...probably the result of massive amounts of caffeine and sleep deprivation, to be honest. The upcoming rework gave me that final push to sit down and write this. I do have an idea of where this story will go, but that's about it. Update schedule will be fairly irregular and pretty much depends on when I have inspiration.

On the topic of continuity, this story will be a weird disjointed mishmash of old and new lore. So basically League lore as it stands (more shots fired than an ulting Miss Fortune).

In short: don't take it too seriously. Because my ability to write romance makes Harlequin novels look like Jane Austen.

Disclaimer: League of Legends is property of its respective owners.

Prologue: The Execution

The din of battle surrounded me: steel clashing against steel, spells sizzling against armor, the wounded and dying screaming in agony. I tuned most of it out, and the pounding of my own heart drowned out the rest. I whirled around to face the heavy footfalls approaching behind me, hands already casting and an incantation halfway recited before I had fully turned around. A sheet of flame shot forth from my hands, slamming into the enemy before they could defend themselves. They fell to the ground, screaming in agony as arcane fire consumed their flesh and boiled their blood, cooking alive as their magic-repelling armor turned against them. I turned my back to the sight of them clawing at their armor in a futile effort to rip it off, taking another step forward and staring down the approaching phalanx of angelic soldiers.

They hesitated as I glared at them, their advance faltering for the briefest of moments. I needed no further opening, swinging my arms in subdued arcs as I conjured dozens of shadowy orbs. If nothing else, I could admire their discipline: they didn't so much as flinch as I flung the first orb towards them, the knot of magic slamming into the cuirass of the knight obstructing my path and reducing his torso to a fine red mist. The remaining orbs were upon them in seconds, shattering metal and vaporizing the flesh underneath. I stepped over their mangled bodies, my attentions focused on the platform that now lay mere meters away.

Blood, some of it fresh, stained the dark stone. Her lithe body was wrapped in chains of petricite, enough to suppress even a Summoner's power and heavy enough that she struggled to even stay on her knees. A trio of Judicators loomed over her, one with a headsman's axe and the other two wielding blessed blades.

"This is the judgment of the righteous! Morgana, for your crimes, no punishment is too great!" the headsman boomed, having finally recovered from the shock of an angry Summoner teleporting in, "You are undeserving of the divinity bestowed upon you, and it is therefore forfeit!"

A red haze descended before my eyes as I saw one of the Judicators grab one of Morgana's wings, forcefully yanking it until it was fully extended. Before I could react, his companion severed the limb with a stroke of blessed blade. I resisted the urge to close my eyes as she screamed in agony and slumped to the ground. With a roar, I raised a hand and lifted the offending Judicator into the air. I could sense his fear even though a heavy helmet hid his features, and I allowed him a second to fully take stock of his situation before I balled my hand into a fist. The blood in his sword arm boiled and then exploded, sending chunks of flesh and fragments of bone flying. I made to do the same to his other arm, but a pommel strike to the back broke my concentration. I was fairly certain something inside me ruptured on impact.

I ducked under the greatsword swing, no doubt meant to take my head off, and drove a blade of arcane energy through my attacker's breastplate. He struggled weakly for several moments before I sent a pulse of magic through his body and threw him into a pack of his comrades. I whirled around on the balls of my feet and hastily threw up a barrier. The subsequent explosion nearly bowled me over, and my ears rang, but the shield held. My targets were not so lucky, and all that remained of them was a collection of scorched limbs. A second bloodcurdling scream, much weaker than the first, drew my gaze back up to the altar. I rushed forward several paces, only to be clotheslined by another yet another of the angelic knights.

I stumbled backwards, vision swimming, and recovered just in time to intercept a stab at my gut. I sheathed my fist in a protective aura and backhanded the blade, shattering it. I grabbed for the largest shard, caring little as it sliced open the flesh of my palm, and drove it into the gap between the knight's helmet and cuirass. He gurgled as he sank to his knees, clutching his slashed throat, and I looked up to see the headsman holding Morgana on all fours with an armored boot to the small of her back. A stroke of the remaining Judicator's blade, and another of her wings fell away. I watched as Morgana futilely struggled against her bonds, her efforts only earning her a swift kick to the side, and she sank to the ground once more as her breathing turned to ragged gasps.

The moment's distraction was all the enemy needed. A knight pounced on me from behind, forcing me into a chokehold as I futilely pounded at his armor. My vision was swimming, and I couldn't summon up the focus to cast another spell. Another knight approached, stopping within arm's reach and driving a gauntleted fist into my stomach. Blood mixed with the last of my breakfast as it came back up. I doubled over in pain, and the remaining knights took the opportunity to wrap my hands in petricite chains.

"Your fate shall be the same as all those who consort with sinners," the headsman taunted, "But first, you shall bear witness."

A swift kick sent me flying forward, and I hit the ground hard. A hand seized the back of my robes, dragging me the last several meters towards the altar. I grit my teeth, biting my tongue to keep myself from crying out as a knee sank into my back and another grabbed my hair and wrenched my head back. Another swish of a blade and another agonized scream. Her eyes, clouded with pain, met mine as she fell forward once again.

Restrained and in too much pain to focus, I could only watch helplessly as the remaining Judicator cut away the chains with which Morgana had bound her final remaining pair of wings. Delirious from pain and weak from blood loss, she could only whimper as the blade severed the last of her wings.

"Cast down, and now the Veiled One shall be purified!"

A blinding light washed over the battlefield, and the weight on my back lifted just enough for me to crane my neck. A seraph in golden armor slowly descended, wings outstretched and a gleaming sword in each hand. A thousand pinpricks of light radiated around the figure, each one forming into a sword of pure radiance. As the arcane blades screamed towards the earth, I watched Kayle bring her twin blades up over her right shoulder and swung them diagonally across her body.

I could only avert my gaze as an arc of golden light screamed towards me.


A/N: So another thing I like to do is a recommended listening list. Typically it's whatever song I was listening to while writing the chapter.

Prologue: The Elder One Theme (Dragon Age: Inquisition OST)