The Reality of Discipline - Chapter 1

No one understood what Garen and Katarina had, other than Garen and Kat themselves. It wasn't romantic, or platonic, or even sexual. It was complicated. It was hatred. It was respect. They spent just as many nights drinking booze and talking as they did trying to cut each others throats out, but they both knew from the start that their deaths would not be on the battlefield. They were too important. They were symbols - their families were- to their nations. So both stayed their blades whenever it came time to deliver the finishing blow.

Garen didn't resent her when his time came. Just like she wouldn't have resented him if she had been the one to draw the short straw. No, Garen accepted it. Just smiled sadly and made one request. Only one. "Take care of my sister. Please. She can't die..."

Weird, she was going to ask the same thing of him but say brother instead. Harm coming to Talon was a horrifying prospect, as for Cassiopeia...well, that snake wanted to die and Katarina and her didn't exactly have a loving relationship. So she agreed, but part of the Noxian assassin was reluctant. Prisoners in Noxus weren't the same as prisoners in Demacia. In Demacia, men and women were put to work and kept confined. In Noxus...they became slaves. And the women had it even worse than the men. But when Katarina opened her mouth to explain that, Garen just shook his head.

"Do whatever you have to do. Just make sure she lives." She wanted to say that some fates were worse than death but at that moment, the sound of footsteps quickly approached. So Katarina finally delivered the finishing blow they'd both been waiting for, and General Jericho Swain swept into the room, a grin on his withered face. Katarina was standing over Garen's noble, fallen body. Strangely, knowing he was gone...hurt.

Swain chuckled, muttering something about star-crossed lovers -as if he understood- and together they continued to storm the halls of the Demacian fortress, killing all that opposed them and capturing those that did not. It was a rather one-sided fight. Leader of the Black Rose, Emilia Leblanc, made the battle shockingly easy when she killed King Jarvan without even raising a blade, disguised as his friend and consultant Xin Zhao. And when the real Xin Zhao came across the king's mighty body all hell broke loose. Now, the fight was over and Demacian and Noxian corpses alike littered the grand halls like weeds, blood soaking the walls and floors...

King Jarvan the Fourth, dead. General Xin Zhao, dead. Garen Crownguard, dead. And all resistance ended after the Demacian's found out... Despite being a Noxian, who was supposed to be obsessed with death and bloodshed all the time, Katarina was almost relieved it was all over. At least this part of the war was. And as a reward for her exceptional service, Katarina was allowed to have her pick of the spoils courtesy of General Jericho Swain.

Ordinarily, she'd pick wealth or a higher position...but this time she wanted one thing. She had made a promise, so the choice was easy for her.

"Luxanna Crownguard. She's mine." She didn't expect there to be resistance but surprisingly Darius spoke up against her wishes. Apparently, the bastard wanted her for himself so it came down to money in the end. After Katarina finally put down a price he wasn't willing to go past, Darius muttered to himself but let it go...

So the girl was hers.


Lux was stripped naked before dozens of Noxian soldiers who raked their eyes down her nude body and made filthy comments. Never in her life had she felt so humiliated and afraid. She could feel so many gazes running up and down her slender body, lingering on her small breasts and the untouched innocence between her legs. She couldn't even cover herself because her hands were bound behind her back.

She shivered and prayed for this to be be over soon...

"What a tight looking cunt," one of the men grunted, and when Lux looked at him out of the corner of her eye, it was impossible to miss the tent in his pants. Same with the other soldiers. Luckily, the woman stripping her heard his comment, and apparently didn't like it.

"How crude...have you no manners? Leave. Now." The dark-haired woman ordered, pointing at the entrance to Lux's prison cell with one slender finger. The group of men glanced at each other.

"But General Swain said we were to keep an eye on her, since her magic-"

The Noxian woman rolled her eyes. "Get out of my sight before I kill you all myself. You think I can't handle one naked, teenage girl?" The brutish soldiers gave each other one last glance, before hurriedly fleeing the cell.

Apparently, they were afraid of this woman. That made Lux even more nervous. She didn't look all that powerful, but Lux supposed she did look unique. Unusual golden eyes, vivid black makeup, dark violet hair...and quite the finery as well.

"Don't be frightened. We're almost finished, darling." The woman beamed, "I'll free your hands after I collar you but I'll warn you now..." the woman leaned close, until her hot breath was on Lux's neck. It tickled in the strangest way, warm and soft...Her breath was sweet. "If you try to run or hurt anyone you will regret it."

Lux shivered, terrified. The woman's tone was quiet and soft, like a blade hissing toward her throat in the dead of night...Her heart hammered. Was she threatening Lux or just informing her? Smiling now, the noble-looking lady raised a collar in front of Lux's face. It was made out of a strange, black metal that Lux had never seen before.

"Never seen one of these before?" The woman asked in sing-song, chipper tone. Apparently, Luxs ignorance on this subject/item pleased her.

Lux shook her head.

"That makes sense. This is a new technology created by yours truly," The woman gestured at herself and bowed dramatically. Then she leaned close, smirking. Her amber eyes gleamed. "Want to hear about it? Or shall I leave you in the dark?"

Lux swallowed, gazing at the obsidian-like collar. "I-I would like to know... what it does. Please..."

The light mage flinched as the woman grabbed her by the hair...then confused the poor girl when she began to lightly ease her fingers through the blonde locks. The Noxian's voice was so quiet Lux could barely hear her.

"...It's a slave collar for mages. The most difficult type of person to enslave after all, all they need are their hands to wreak havoc." Lux tried to back away, but the woman held her firmly, still smiling. "Don't try anything girl..."

Lux decided to behave, at least for now. Something about this woman's strangely ancient eyes was beyond intimidating. And creating a collar that suppressed magic? That was no small feat. "I won't," Lux mumbled, gazing at the cell floor.

The woman tightened the hard, metal collar around Lux's neck and continued smirking and humming softly. She was terrifyingly friendly, and when she was finished she stroked Lux's face with a surprisingly gentle hand. "All set my sweet," the woman smiled, her golden eyes gleaming dangerously as she ran her gaze up and down Lux's body. Lux shifted uncomfortably. Naked like she was, it felt like the Noxian was running her hands all over Lux's body too but the Demacian mage tried to stay proud and keep her head held up high.

"It's too bad you've been promised to the Du Couteau's. You and I would have had so much fun. It's hard not making you mine here and now."

Luxanna shuddered. The way the woman said that was strangely sensual. Did women court and have sex with each other in Noxus? The concept was a horrifying one. She prayed that her boyfriend, Ezreal, would swoop in at any moment and rescue her...but it was probably in vain.

"Before I leave I'm going to give you a special present. If you're wondering why...We're both mages so I like you more than I should," the woman giggled, tucking her dark hair behind her ear. Her unique eye makeup brought extra attention to her golden orbs. Lux couldn't look away. What was she going to give Lux?

"I'll give you answers. You may ask me one question a day. And I will always answer honestly." The Noxian "mage" gave Lux a dark, shark-like smile. "Starting now Miss Crownguard."

Any question she wanted? Lux had a million. Her mind raced. Who was this mage what was going to happen to her...? These were all questions she had but a more personal one rose up. Just thinking about it made her throat constrict and eyes prickles. Lux knew the answer, but she had to ask anyways. So that there was no doubt left.

"What...happened to my brother? Garen Crownguard." Luxanna's voice was a mere whisper.

The mage woman smiled and tapped her chin, as if considering how to answer the question. After a long pause, she finally said, "He was killed by Katarina Du Couteau." Lux's eyes widened. A flurry of emotions filled her. Anger and despair and hatred and regret... "Your new mistress."

What? She was going to be owned by the woman who killed her beloved brother?! Was there a worse fate!? Lux bit her lip to force back angry, heartbroken tears. Garen was really gone...this couldn't be real! This had to be a nightmare.

The Noxian woman gently stroked Lux's face, thumb brushing her lips..."You're so cute when you're angry...sweet Luxanna. The dark delicious hatred in your eyes... it almost makes me wish I was the one who killed your brother...to be on the receiving end of such a volatile gaze. It's to die for... "

The woman's cruel, insidious smile grew even wider when she saw the tears beginning to leak from Lux's eyes. "Don't cry my sweet, or my Noxian brethren will eat you up," the dark mage teased.

Lux knew the words rang true. So she swallowed back the bump in her throat and tried to think about anything but Garen. Like how much she hated Katarina. And how strange the woman in front of her was with her bright, clashing colors and honeyed, monstrous words... The woman gave Lux one last glance over and smiled. "I must depart now. My name is Emilia, by the way. I'll see you again soon."

The Noxian turned away.

Luxanna knew her kindness was feigned. That she should have been turned off by the woman's strange flirtations, but thus far it was the only kindness she'd received. So she called out, "Thank you Emilia."

The woman froze. For a moment she just stood there. Then she walked away without saying another word. When she reached the door of the cell she snapped her fingers and called out, "Katarina, the Crownguard girl's been collared. You're lucky you got to her first. The urge to steal her from you was nearly irresistible. Tsk."

Garen's killer was just around the corner? Tch. Lux clenched her teeth, eyes narrowing as she waited in shivering silence.

Emilia disappeared from sight, and "Katarina" soon replaced her. The crimson-haired Noxian was an imposing sight as she walked into Lux's cell. She was scarred and rather rugged looking for a woman, but still beautiful. Clad in black leather that showed far too much skin, Katarina swallowed as she met Lux's eyes.

"Hey," Kat greeted awkwardly, like they were two friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time. Luxanna didn't know what to make of that. Her shock must have shown on her face, because Katarina cleared her throat and rubbed the back of her head. "Listen, I'm not the best at...socializing, I guess. But I'm tryna be nice. My name is Katarina Du Couteau. I uh..." Katarina closed her eyes, then opened them, exhaling loudly.

"You're fucking mine, Luxanna. All of you, every part of you. It's important that you know that."

Luxanna didn't know what to say. What kind of greeting was that? And saying she "fucking owned" Lux from the start was hardly being nice. Maybe that was kindness...to a filthy Noxian.

Lux scowled. "So killing my brother wasn't enough. You want me now?"

Katarina appeared taken aback, then her eyes narrowed. "Fucking Leblanc. She needs to learn to keep her mouth shut," The red-haired woman muttered under her breath, crossing her arms on her impressive bust. "I killed your brother but it's complicated. I didn't hate him or anything. I bought you because I told him I would."

Katarina expected her to believe that Garen, her noble and pure-hearted Demacian brother, wanted Lux to be kept alive as a slave to the Noxians? That was the biggest lie she'd ever and even if it was the truth what did Katarina want from her? Approval? Appreciation? She'd get nothing from Lux.

She killed Garen!

"You're disgusting," Lux hissed. "What, were you planning on keeping that fact from me?"

Katarina sighed, then stepped closer. "You need to watch your tone, girl. I'm trying to be patient but glaring and snapping at me like that won't end well for you." Kat rubbed her temples. "My family and some others will be returning to Noxus soon. You'll be joining me. If you behave like that in front of-"

Lux spat at Katarina. "I already know what you're going to say. I won't pretend to behave or be a golden girl for you just to avoid being executed or beaten."

Katarina's gaze flashed red hot. "What about gang raped?"

Lux fell silent, her eyes widening. They wouldn't...then she remembered the stares of the Noxian soldiers from earlier and shuddered. They most certainly would. Luxanna shivered with dread, tearing up. Katarina stared at her, scratching her head again.

"So at least be good til we reached Noxus. Once you're in my bed chambers and such, I'll let you be a cunt as much as you want."

The crudeness of her words was somehow startling. Did her brother's murderer seriously just call her a cunt? Lux didn't even know what to say. Noxians were disgusting. That belief was further strengthened when Katarina stepped closer, and reached out, running her fingers down Lux's body.

"Fuck ...you're much hotter than I thought you would be... I expected that oafish guy's sister to be big and ugly like him but you...you're beautiful. Perfect, even. " The words of praise meant nothing. If anything, they were the opposite. She'd just insulted Garen, probably still warm in death. Katarina was despicable.

"I hate you," Lux hissed.

Katarina snickered. "You should. So Luxanna, are you a virgin?"

Lux sputtered, her cheeks growing hot. "W-why do you need to know?"

Katarina sighed. "Because I want to know how gentle I should be when I rape you." Katarina paired her surreal words with a wicked grin. "Make sense?"

Luxanna's eyes widened. Rape her?

"You're a woman! Why would you even want to do that?! You...you monster."

Katarina chuckled. "If you think my words are monstrous you'll be shocked by what's going to happen next..."Lux shuddered with dread as the Noxian woman reached down and grabbed her crotch. There was a growing swell in her tight leather pants that had to be impossible! Lux trembled, trying to appear as brave as possible as Katarina palmed her...erection?

The mere idea of such a thing was dreadful...was Katarina going to pull it out and put it inside Lux?!

"N-no! You're not having...s-sex with me, I refuse!" Lux cried out, fearful tears escaping her. She was saving her virginity for the love of her life, for Ezreal! This had to be a joke!

Katarina grinned. Her next words destroyed all of Lux's lingering hope- Not that there had been much..."Luxanna, I paid a lot of money to have sex with you."

Lux shook her head, deeply despaired. Her voice trembled. "Y-You said you did that for Garen!"

"I also said I thought you'd be ugly. I planned to make you work. Laundry, physical labor, etc. But after seeing you..." Katarina's hot gaze raked up and down her body. Lux had never hated her own body more than at that moment. "It's hard not fucking you right here and now but...I'm trying to be patient. Let you adjust to the whole slave thing before I push you down. So answer the question. Are you a virgin?"

Lux avoided Katarina's hard, steady gaze. "Yes," she murmured. "I am..."

Katarina grinned. "I'm pleasantly surprised." Lux jerked away as Katarina lightly stroked her face, cupping her cheek. "Cute little virgin slave..."

Lux wanted to kill her. She hated the cuffs wrapped around her wrist, the collar that as Emilia had explained "sealed away her magic", and most of all, she hated her own helplessness. Why couldn't she have just died like the king, like her brother?

Did Garen seriously ask this horrible person to keep Lux alive?

Katarina unchained her from the wall using a key she found in her pockets. Sadly, Lux's wrists were still bound in front of her. Katarina glanced at her, sighing. "Sorry about your clothes. I'll get you some as soon as I can."

Lux just ignored her. She'd rather be naked and have her pride than clothed and owing anything to this Noxian monster.

She didn't even care about her nakedness as she was walked through the palace. Her heart was aching too bad to focus on the position she was in. Garen and Jarvan were dead. Forever. Why couldn't she share their fate? How could Garen do this to her?

Katarina yawned loudly, rubbing her crotch with her other hand. "Kinda crazy how the wars finally over, huh?"

Why was Katarina even talking to her?

Lux agreed though. It was all over, for the most part. There was still hope in the young Demacian mage, though. Ezreal was alive...

And so was Sylas. There was a minuscule, tiny shred of chance. Noxus couldn't get away with this.

Lux kept her silence.

Katarina snickered. "Stay quiet. Fine. But I'm the only friend you're going to have here so I suggest-"

"You'll never be my friend," Lux hissed in disgust, her lip curled and blue eyes flashing like lightning.

Katarina chuckled again. It was so frustrating. This woman was almost completely unfazed by Lux's hatred and scorn. It was unfair.

A few Noxus soldiers whistled loudly as Lux passed. Katarina wasn't like Emilia. She let them stare and cat call, let them palm their erections and ravage Lux with their eyes. It was sickening. Lux did her best to appear unfazed...

But the tears that began trickling down her cheeks were proof of her weakness.

The Noxian's were monsters. Absolutely horrible, moralless, disgusting monsters. And one of those monsters now owned her...so Lux had to become stronger.

"I'm...going to kill you one day," Lux declared, eyes narrowed. "Noxus will never truly win. You're evil...and refuse to let you. I'll survive and I'll become stronger and I'll-"

Katarina turned so quickly Lux didn't have time to react before the redhead had her pinned to the wall. Her lips were right next to Luxs ear. "You're stupid and naive like your brother...that's why you lost. Evil? You refuse to let me? You're nothing, Luxanna. You're just a slave. You have no power..."

Katarina grabbed Lux by the collar. "I made sure of it. So unless you want me to pass you to one of the guards for a quickie I suggest you shut your mouth."

Lux avoided the redheads eyes. "..."

Katarina sighed heavily and stepped back. "..so let's go."

And Lux had no choice but to follow, tears streaming down her cheeks. They tapered away as she passed by heaps of Demacian corpses, passed by cackling Noxian soldiers.

She remembered Emilia's advice. 'Don't cry, or my Noxian brethren will eat you up.'

She had to be strong so she could save herself, save the crumbling remains of Demacia. She just had to keep surviving, asking Emilia questions, and...Lux stared at Katarina.

She just had to bide her time.