"Things went by uneventfully for some time after Kayle separated Aatrox and Morgana. However, Morgana soon discovered a highly problematic snag. She was pregnant. And her unborn child could only be Aatrox's. There was no way for Morgana to hide her condition when her pregnancy developed in the future since her usual attire consisted of a long flowy low-riding skirt and a metal brassiere. This attire was designed to allow her mana to flow unimpeded in a field around her body so as to facilitate efficient spellcasting, and Kayle knew that. Changing her attire out of the blue would definitely arouse Kayle's suspicion."

"In spite of all the obstacles in her path, Morgana was determined to keep the child. Angels were slow to conceive, so to her, a child was always a blessing and not a curse. She already felt a connection with her unborn child and felt responsible for the little life growing steadily in her belly. While the circumstances were less than ideal, the child was innocent and she had no right to kill it. So she opted for the oldest trick in the book: fake an illness and 'retire' in a faraway place to recuperate."

"Naturally, things didn't work out as planned. They never did whenever Kayle was involved, especially for things that did not conform to her ideals. Kayle knew that Morgana was very particular about her health and took very good care of her body. Growing up, she never remembered her sister ever falling ill, so for Morgana to be forced into early retirement by a debilitating illness, while being highly beneficial to her own cause, was nevertheless too good to be true. Her suspicions proved accurate when the spy she sent to secretly tail Morgana returned with some astonishing news that surprised even her normally inexpressive self."

"Kayle saw Morgana's unborn child for what it really was – potentially the most serious threat to her ideals. If word ever got out that Morgana and Aatrox had conceived a child, the rest of the angels would know that she had lied about being in a relationship with Aatrox during the vote. And when the child was born, it would undoubtedly be a very formidable child after inheriting the great powers of its parents. When the child eventually grew up, it would be powerful enough to depose even her. There was no doubt in Kayle's mind about what she had to do. She had already consolidated support by discretely banishing Aatrox to live among the Darkins, with the former justicar feeling more than happy to leave his wretched life behind and start anew in a different place. Now she had to eliminate his offspring."

"Kayle knew that her best chance of success was to attack when Morgana was at her weakest. It was well-known among angels that powerful fetuses consumed a great deal of energy and mana from their mothers. Though Morgana was strong, her unborn child was just as strong and would sap all of her energy, especially as she neared the full term of her pregnancy. That was precisely when Kayle would strike."

"Morgana was fully aware of how much the odds were stacked against her. All that she had in her favour – if you could even call it that – was time. Angels had very long gestation periods because of how much energy the fetus needed to consume. She needed to use this time to flee as far she could and hopefully come up with a plan. Unfortunately -"

"I have a question," Vi interrupted. "Again, where's Aatrox in all of this? Wasn't he the greatest warrior among them? Why wasn't he there to protect his lover and unborn child?"

"He had no means of communicating with them after being sent to the Darkins," Morgause responded. "Their worlds were very far apart and it was difficult to cross from one realm to the other. You have to hand it to Kayle for leaving no loose ends untied. She was a master of divide-and-conquer."

"As I was saying, Kayle bided her time and waited until Morgana was at her weakest, then immediately branded her sister as "fallen", declaring that she was a fugitive who needed to be captured at all cost, and then assembling a small party to hunt her down. Morgana tried to flee as far as she could, but her movement was hampered because the size of her unborn child made her develop the largest belly ever seen among angels. Her wings, which could ordinarily have carried her thousands of kilometres in a day, were severely limited because her pregnancy was taking such a massive toll on her. Very soon, Kayle's party caught up to her and surrounded her."

"To her credit, Kayle chose to take on her sister one-on-one instead of attacking with her whole party, but given Morgana's condition, whether or not it was even a fair fight is questionable. Morgana gave the fight of her life but ultimately lost. As Morgana lay defeated on the ground, Kayle stood above her with Justice pointed at her and asked for any last words. Morgana pleaded for her sister to kill her but let her innocent child live. This was all it took for Kayle to impale Morgana's belly, her womb, as Kayle proclaimed the simple phrase."

"Justice is served."

Morgause whispered that last line with a faraway look in her eyes, as though reminiscing about past events.

"Wow…" Vi uttered. "That was intense. I'm not quite sure what to say. I take it that Morgana died, along with her unborn child?"

"Most versions of the legend simply end with Kayle saying that phrase without going further. Fortunately, according to the version that I heard from a friend of a friend, it didn't actually there. Kayle thought that that one stab was fatal and left with her party, expecting Morgana to bleed to death. What she didn't know was that Morgana had spent the early stages of her pregnancy refining a single spell that she knew she would need. This spell was called "Black Shield", and Morgana invoked it right before Kayle drove Justice into her stomach. Black Shield cancelled out magical damage, and since Justice was a magical sword, majority of its attack was nullified, just barely saving both Morgana and her unborn child. Still, the sword had physically punctured her belly, resulting in early labour. Once she was sure that Kayle had left, Morgana was forced to give birth to her child right there and then."

"What happened to them after that?" Vi asked.

"Almost all of the legends that get to that point don't mention anything more. The one I heard states that Morgana used the last of her remaining mana to send her child away to another realm, where she hoped that her child would be able to live free from her sister's clutches. Morgana herself eventually managed to recuperate fully, but sustaining the wound had led to a change in her appearance. Her beautiful blond hair had turned a vivid shade of purple, her milky skin took on a slightly greyish appearance, and her snowy white wings darkened to an almost blackish colour. She could no longer fit in with the rest of the angels, nor did she even want to return to the society that had cast her out anyway, so she went into hiding in a remote and unknown location, where she could further increase her strength with the aim of someday plotting Kayle's downfall."

"And that's pretty much as far as any of the legends get to," Morgause concluded. "Any questions, my dear?"

"Why would Morgana's appearance matter? Shouldn't her former supporters be angry at Kayle instead?" Vi asked.

"Don't forget that history is always written by the winners. Morgana is evil? Kayle is righteous? These terms have always changed throughout the course of history. Kids who have never seen peace and kids who have never seen war have different values. Those who stand at the top determine what's wrong and what's right. Justice will always prevail because whoever wins becomes justice."

"How about the others? Aatrox? How about Kayle? Did she manage to achieve her vision?" Vi pressed for more answers.

"I highly doubt that Kayle would succeed in her mission. I agree with Morgana's view that their species was simply too flawed to achieve that level of perfection, but knowing Kayle, she would probably make an even bigger mess of things and end up finding someone else to blame."

"As for the relationship between Morgana and Aatrox…" Morgause trailed off. "I'd like to think that they managed to find their way back to each other somehow. I believe that those who are meant to be together will indeed end up together."

"How about the child?" Vi enquired.

"Hmm…" Morgause began. "I don't really know. Even my version of the legend did not go that far. If I could speculate, I think the child probably grew up without knowing all this, and Morgana would probably be happy to keep it that way."

"Damn…" Vi sighed. "I hate bittersweet endings."

"That's life, my child," Morgause said, patting Vi on the head affectionately. "Life is not a bed of roses. There are lots of things beyond our control. All we can do is react to it in the best way we know how."

"Eh," Vi interjected. "Do you think Kayle could actually have been in love with Morgana and only acted that way because she was jealous of Aatrox and wanted her sister all to herself?"

"Well… that is… I mean…" Morgause stuttered, while her cheeks took on a rosy hue. "That's one way to put it, but I think it is quite unlikely. But let's assume, just for the sake of argument, that Kayle was indeed in love with her sister. How do you think Kayle should have reacted?"

"Honestly," Vi declared strongly, "She should have left them alone. As you said, some things are beyond our control, and one of them is the feelings of other people."

"And hypothetically speaking, if Morgana knew about it – which she didn't by the way – then how should she have reacted?" Morgause asked.

"I guess she probably would have kept quiet about it. If she really cared about her sister, then she probably wouldn't want to open a can of worms and make things awkward between them," Vi replied.

"Would doing that be treating her sister as a defective tool?" Morgause asked, stressing the last two words of her question.

"How did that even…" Vi started and stopped as the words 'defective tool' swam around in her mind. It soon dawned on her that those were the same words she had used during her quarrel with Caitlyn.

"If we assume that your scenario did play out, would it be fair to blame her for not acknowledging her sister's feelings?" Morgause pressed. "Would it hurt if the person you cared about accused you of treating her as a defective tool? Would you be upset if she then went on to abandon you in the middle of an important mission when the two of you were supposed to be partners?"

"I…" Vi swallowed. Tears started to well up in her eyes.

"Forgive me for my bluntness, Vi," Morgause said, "But now is not the time to cry. The person you love is on an important mission right now, and your place is by her side. So go to her and protect her. You can settle the other issues later. Her safety comes first."

"You're right," Vi sobbed. "I wasn't being fair to her. I let her fiance's words get to me. I said some things I shouldn't have said."

"If she is as kind as you say she is, then I'm sure she will forgive you," Morgause smiled sadly while giving Vi a dark purple handkerchief with a pair of black wings embroidered on it. "No time to mope around now, it's already nighttime. While I would really like you to stay longer, there's somewhere else you need to be. I made some cupcakes for you to take with you. They should be done in another minute or so. Take two from the oven and give one to your partner."

With that, Morgause placed her hands on the counter for balance and slowly eased herself off the barstool with some difficulty before slowly plodding over to the door. Vi dabbed her cheeks with the handkerchief. She circled around the counter and took two cupcakes from the oven, which she put into a paper bag. She stepped back around the counter and made her way to the door, glancing at the large mirror on the wall as she walked past it.

Vi froze.

She took a single step back so she was in front of the mirror again. Hands shaking, she turned to look at the reflection staring back at her through the dusty mirror. Although the reflection looked perfectly normal now, she was very certain that the reflection from her previous glimpse had been anything but normal. She had merely taken a cursory glimpse at it the previous time, but she could have promised that her previous reflection had magenta skin partially covered in black clothing, white hair, amber eyes with amber goggles, and a pair of pointy horns that matched a pair of razor-sharp clawed gauntlets on her arms.

She looked over at Morgause, who was waiting for her by the door. Had she imagined all that? Vi rubbed her eyes and looked at the mirror again. There was nothing out of the ordinary with her reflection. Though feeling a little apprehensive, Vi finally turned away and went to give Morgause a loose hug. She tried to return the handkerchief to Morgause, but the latter refused, telling her to keep it as a memento and thanking her for the wonderful time they had shared. Vi took one last look around the room before exiting the store with a promise to return someday. She took off running in the dark night. The door of the bakery clicked softly shut behind her.

As Vi departed the Sinful Succulence bakery, there were two things that she did not know. First, she did not know at that time that she would never be able to find the shop again in the future. She would make her way back to Noxus with Caitlyn after the war was over in an attempt to meet up with Morgause, and although she would locate the street, she would find the shop building completely abandoned, with neighbours in the area claiming that the building had not been occupied for decades, and not having ever heard of any bakery called Sinful Succulence or a winged baker called Morgause. She would be left wondering whether it had all been part of her imagination, and if it had, then where exactly did she get the purple handkerchief with black embroidered wings from?

Second, in her haste to return to Caitlyn's side, Vi also did not notice Morgause watching her from the large window on the shopfront of the Sinful Succulence bakery.


Beaming as she watched Vi disappear around the street corner and into the night, 'Morgause' raised a hand and snapped her fingers. Her attire transformed straightaway, with her tall chef hat vanishing and her chef's costume being replaced by a long and flowy purple skirt that rode low beneath her pelvic bones, as well as a matching purple metal brassiere that partially covered her ample chest. Her so-called synthetic wings that had remained unmoving all this while fluttered tentatively through the air, loosening some of the tight muscles that had become a little numb from being forced to keep completely still for so long.

Feeling giddy with excitement, Morgana let out a high-pitched squeal like a little girl. She had finally met Vi – she had finally met her daughter! And even got to hug her! Twice, no less! She could not wait to tell Aatrox how the meeting went! He would be thrilled! Maintaining the 'Morgause' persona had been hard and there were instances when she nearly let slip that she actually was Morgana. Keeping her wings absolutely still to mimic a pair of synthetic wings had also been challenging when all she wanted to do was wrap her arms (and wings) around her long-lost daughter, but it had all been so worth it in the end!

When her excitement finally settled down, Morgana's lips settled into a peaceful smile. So her daughter had turned out well after going through a rough childhood. The spell that she had cast on the mirror had briefly shown her what her daughter would have looked like, had she fallen into complete despair and ended up unbinding the spells that Morgana had cast on her a long time ago in order to suppress her true form. Now that Vi had reached adulthood without ever having turned into her true form, she would fully lose her ability to transform into Demon Vi, allowing her to remain fully integrated into society as a full-fledged human without any risk of activating her true form. The fact that the mirror only briefly showed Vi's true form as Demon Vi for a fleeting moment before the reflection returned into human Vi confirmed that her true form would no longer return.

Morgana was immensely grateful to the Sheriff of Pitlover for turning Vi's life around. It had been such a relief for her, since she could finally let go of the guilt that had gnawed at her conscience ever since she was forced to send her child away to allow her to escape from Kayle's clutches. She hoped that Vi would get back to Caitlyn in time to return the favour by saving the Sheriff from her dire situation.

Another snap of Morgana's fingers extinguished the lamp above her, filling the room with darkness except for the area near the window, where Morgana's body was bathed in moonlight. As Morgana turned to the side to walk back to the kitchen where the teleportation portal was located, she lowered her eyes and gazed tenderly at the other major component of her disguise that had required a great deal of effort to conceal from Vi. The moonlight illuminated her silhouette through the window, casting a long shadow of her side profile that highlighted the curves of her body, with one particular curve standing out much more prominently than the rest. Although she had managed to cast a spell illusion that concealed her body's appearance without actually applying any physical changes, she could not hide the tiredness and sluggishness that came with her condition, which was now fully visible under the moonlight after dispelling the illusion spell.

Having seen her first child all grown up, Morgana wondered dreamily about the future and walked away with a slight waddle as she raised a hand to her full-term belly and stroked, idly, at the immense swell of pregnant flesh jutting from her pregnant form…


A/N: This was a fun story to write, and I hope it was just as fun to read! I wonder how well I telegraphed the ending, since I left a few clues here and there. As always, all reviews are welcome.

References (may not be exhaustive; please let me know if there are any that I've left out):

Death note – name of the muffin that Vi ordered; title of an anime

Morgana's poem – The Quatrain of Seven Steps that Cao Zhi said to his brother Cao Pi; the translation from Mandarin to English is my own

Morgause/Morgana's response about history being written by the winners – speech by One Piece's Doflamingo; translation taken from goodreads