So, hi c: I have really nothing to say except that, I won't be following Lore anymore so yeah.
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Chapter 9: The War on the Cathedral
Katarina hurriedly ran towards the Institute, ignoring dangers that passed through her. She had ran for 2 days now, passing through several mountains and villages. She stopped to breathe as she was panting heavily, drops of sweat appeared on her skin. She was about a day's walk to the Institute. After several minutes, she started running again, in hopes of reaching the Institute before anything happened. While she was running, a sharp pain arched toward her spine, she tumbled and fell, gaining several cuts and bruises. She sat down for a moment, trying to analyze what happened. "It must have been because of my endless running. Yes, that should be it." she finally answered her own question. She went into a nearby village, wearing a hood to conceal her identity. She went inside a pub, where men were going wild, and nobody was really questioned around here, nobody. She slid onto the bar stool smoothly.\
"What's your name? What did you do before here?" she said.
"John, I studied in a summoning school before I became a bartender." he answered.
"Might know where I could find a good horse?" she asked.
"Umm... I know one. He's somewhere in town, but not always there. Try to go check on him. He lives down this road." he said, polishing some mugs idly.
"Thanks." she said and tossed a coin towards the bartender.
"But wait, he has a nasty temper. Please be polite." he added, nodded and continue polishing his mugs.
She went outside the pub and followed the road. There was a building which had a horseshoe sign on it. A bell rung when she opened the door. There was a man with his feet on the table. He had in his mouth a piece of wheat. He had his hat covering his eyes and seemed to be snoring. She stomped her foot impatiently, until she finally slammed her hand on the table, rudely awakening the sleepy man.
"Excuse me," she said through gritted teeth. "I would like a fine stallion."
"You could've just rang the bell." he said, pointing at the call bell.
"No thanks, I have no time for the likes of you." she said haughtily. Being even part of the Du Couteau brought her immense honor, in Noxus of course, and respect from some neighboring nations near Noxus.
"What. Did. You. Say? Missy?" he said in a threatening tone.
"I said, get me a horse, peasant." she said fearlessly.
Something flickered in his eyes as he grew angrier. He withdrew immediately and held out his hand.
"Let's start again shall we? My name is Skylaris and I presume you are Katarina Du Couteau? Right am I not?" he said politely.
She unwillingly shook his hand. "I am finding for a nice horse, one your filthy hands did not touch." she said, looking away.
His face hinted at anger and annoyance, but he tried to hide his emotions. "Right this way." he gestured towards the stables. It was covered in muck and filth.
"Do you expect me, to walk in this pathetic excuse of a stable?" she asked angrily.
"Watch your mouth!" he said while clenching his fists tightly, orbs begin to materialize around him.
Katarina threw a dagger as a warning, an orb caught and devoured it. She spun and threw a flurry of blades. He put a hand towards her, orbs banding to make a shield, devouring daggers as they tried to penetrate. After the flurry, he willed his orbs to cover Katarina, knocking her out.
She awoke a couple hours later, chained and gagged. She spat it out and observed her surroundings. She lightly shook her shackles, making sounds echo in the dark room. She couldn't see anything. All the light was focused on her. She saw a figure move in the corner of her eye. It was him, Skylaris, playing with the orbs in his right hand.
"See what your naughty mouth gave you?" he said as he gestured around the room.
"I can't see anything!" she spat in front of him.
"Tsk tsk... Bad mouth of yours. Always getting you into trouble. I guess I could help shape your attitude and your bad mouth." he said suggestively. "I can let you go, if I see your attitude has changed."
"I'll never change!" she spat again.
"Oh, but you will. After these tortures of course." he said while he inspected her beautiful face
She almost bit him in his thumb, causing him to tease her more as she tried biting more times, with no effect.
"Naughty. Tsk tsk... I guess we can start tomorrow, hmm?" he said as he withdrew, leaving her alone.
She conserved her strength for tomorrow's trials and 'tortures' as he said. After a while, he came back, bringing a plate of hot stew and some meat. Her eyes widened as if it was a trick.
"Aw come on, I'm not that heartless." he said, gesturing towards the food. He spoonfed her, she did not realize how hungry she was until she saw the food. Her stomach accepted it greedily. "Now, what will you say to the one that fed you, and also about to nurture you?" he asked, as if a quiz.
"T-thanks." she mumbled.
He stood up and went away, leaving her alone again. She tried to get some sleep that night, but it was short-lived. She was awakened by him carrying a set of new dresses.
"Here, throw those rags away and try some new ones, you'll be staying here for a long time." he said, trying to be reassuring, but firm.
She resisted at first, but had no choice as Skylaris began to strip her of her clothes. The clothes barely covered any skin, but she had to choose anyway. She chose the purple laced panty and bra, and wore fishnet stockings. She put a top that looked like her melons were about to explode at any moment. She wore the shorts with numerous holes and slippers.
"Ok, now we've done that, let's start with our 'training'." he said, winking.
After four hours of rigorous training, Katarina began to sweat. He threw numerous orbs at her, each one hitting her skin light, but enough to leave a bruise. She dodged one, but another one hit her on her side and she fell. She cursed at herself for being so clumsy. He held his hand out, but she didn't accept it. They finally finished their exercise.
"I have several questions to ask of you. And you should hope you get them all right." he said with a smirk. "How would you feel if you were to be my pet?" he asked his first question.
"I would feel.. Mixed emotions probably." she answered.
"Good. Good. Honesty." he said. "Would you be comfortable with my commands?" he asked, raising an eyebrow this time.
"Not really." she said.
"Ok. That's all for today." he said, exiting.
She was left alone again, for hours at a time. She was shivering with the skimpy clothes she was given. He finally returned. He came with a collar and several orbs pushing a table, different kinds of tools laid.
"See, I want you to become my pet, and to you, your master. I wouldn't give any choice at all. Either accept it, and spare the pain, or reject it." he said.
"I-I accept." she said, tears threatening to flow as he put the collar around her neck.
"Now that's a good girl." he said, patting her back and stroking her long, luscious hair. "Don't cry now my pet." he said as he tried to wipe the tears in her eyes. "Everything goes for a purpose. I am here to teach you." he said finally. "Let's start with basic commands that I would expect from my pet."
Katarina nodded her head solemnly, forgetting about Veitriyx and his current situation. "Go strip." he said.
"I-I r-re-refuse!" she stammered, scared to lose her dignity.
"Aw, well that's sad. I didn't want to have to go over to the table but, no choice." he said, picking a medium-sized whip, willing his orbs to chain her.
He whipped her softly at first, teasingly. He whipped over her genitalia for almost an hour, causing the area to be red. He put his finger into it and pulled it out, revealing wetness.
"Aw, are you telling me you're excited about this?" he asked, surprised. "You may say no, but your body betrays you." he said, as he took another instrument from the table. It looked weird, and had pumps. He put it over her boobs and started squeezing the ball, sucking more air around her tits.
She writhed in pain, as the sucking action got more painful and painful, she started lactating. Milk flowed freely from her boobs. He began sucking on one of her tits. After being refreshed, he inspected her clit, seeing it is still untouched.
"Wow. I am honored. An untouched clit of a Du Couteau." he said, her eyes widened. "But, I'll save it for later." he finished, then she calmed down. "I hope you learned something from this, Du Couteau." he said, waving farewell as he melted into the shadows.
She slumped onto her back, exhausted, but somehow, excited for the next meeting. She felt weird, like she needed him more and more. She just slept on the fluffy bed, ignoring her hunger pangs. She was awakened by the familiar scent of his stew.
"M-master?" she asked.
"What is it pet?" he answered, feeding her gently.
"I-I have a promise to fulfill. I'm wondering if you could help me." she said.
"What is it?" he said, still spoonfeeding her.
"I-I need to tell the Institute of the whereabouts of the Cathedral." she said.
"Okay then." he answered, as he placed his palm on her forehead.
He searched through her memories, finally landing on the one memory he needed most. He got the location. It was on the outskirts of Bandle City.
"What's in it for me?" he said.
"W-what master?" she asked.
"Later." he said
He contacted the Head Councilor anonymously, without him being able to track the source.
"It is done." he said.
"T-thank you master." she said, as she hugged him tightly.
At the Institute
The Head Councilor was talking with several of his fellow council mates. He receiving a sharp pain in his mind, but the location was clear.
"Gentleman, I believe I know where the Cathedral is." he said, not even knowing knowingly that it was a cathedral.
He pointed at a map, near Bandle City and some mountains.
"I propose we send an army of our best summoners and champions, to retrieve what was ours!" he said, as it was put under voting.
Many wanted to send a army, few wanted to spy around first.
"Very well then, Generals! Pick your best summoners and champions and meet outside the Institute for further debriefing." he said, closing the meeting.
The next morning, several legions gathered outside the campus, geared and ready to head out.
"For all we know. The person. Is the one responsible for all our sadness and grief!" he said, pumping his fist.
The crowd followed suit. "For revenge!", they shouted in chorus.
They marched out, ready to march several leagues to reach the place. After several days, the tip of the Cathedral was in sight. They decided to camp there, making an obvious encampment.
At the Cathedral
Yvonne was making her rounds when she saw a giant fire, she called Zed and immediately tried to investigate, in her sleeping gown. She headed down the slope and peered around a thick trunk. She saw an army, a full-fledged army, complete with everything for destruction.
"Zed," she whispered, "Evacuate everyone on the Cathedral grounds. Immediately." she said softly.
"What about you, milady?" he asked.
"Don't mind me. Bring them to the village." she said, hushing him.
Zed disappeared into the shadows, leaving her alone to check on them all. She slid behind the tree trunk, and was faced by a gruff-looking man, probably in his 30's. She punched him in the gut and ran through the shadows, as she was taught by Zed. The summoner was disoriented and started shooting orbs of fire everywhere. It got the army's attention. Several of the generals ran towards the spot where the fire was coming from.
"Stop it! You're giving them our location! We'd be lucky if they didn't notice the HUGE firestorm you've made!." he scolded the summoner.
"But I sa-" he was cut off, "No buts!" the general shouted.
He was looking sulky as she was spying from another tree trunk. She stealthily threw a shuriken before disappearing into the shadows. The man fell like a log, he was lifeless. At his back was a golden shuriken, the one only Kennen had. She ran back to the Cathedral, telling everyone to gather in the main hall. They soon came, most rubbing their eyes and wearing their sleeping clothes.
"What is it Yvonne?" he said as he was yawning.
"There's an army, legions of soldiers, at the front door." she said, looking down.
"What?! An army?!" he said, shocked.
"I'm afraid so. Quickly. Stay here, I have to grab something elsewhere before we depart. Oh, and Zed. If I don't come back in 7 minutes, you have my permission to depart and go to our next place." she said, before darting off a corner.
He just nodded as he prepared the spell. Four minutes have past, no sign of her return. Veitriyx was biting his nails nervously. He had known his sister only for a few days. He didn't want her to disappear like their parents. Finally, at the last second, she appeared, holding an intricate looking orb in her right hand and running. Sweat fell off her face as she ran.
"Zed! Begin the teleportation!" she shouted, an arrow almost hitting her.
He nodded as more fiery arrows filled the room. Before the best archer in their team could get a shot, they disappeared. Leaving no trace, and absolutely nothing behind.
The news quickly traveled to the Head Councilor. "Drat! I almost had them!" he thought, angered. He thought of another way to get them. He instructed them to destroy the Cathedral and leave absolutely no trace. The Cathedral was burned to the ground, covered in soil to mask its burnt appearance.
They teleported somewhere in Runeterra. Somewhere in the vicinity was a small cottage. After the teleport, Yvonne fell on her knees and wept on the intricate-looking piece of orb in her hands.
Done with my 9th chapter. Onto my next one.
I hope you really enjoyed this.
I'm sorry about altering their normal traits but I'll explain why in the future. One, cause I wanted them to be like that.
