After the news about Talon spreads around the Fields of Justice, Lux enjoys a couple weeks of peace. Most male champions give her a wide berth, not wanting to get involved in her feud with Draven. Harassment levels are at an all time low, and all the ladies of the League bask in the awkward silence. Lux has all the support she needs from the other women, and not a single male champion bothers her. Flat out being avoided is miles above daily cat calls; however, she can't say that all the men of the League avoid her. There are two exceptions: her brother, and Darius. Ever since he found her preferred reading spot, he shows up when she settles down to read.
It becomes routine for Darius to wave at her the moment she enters the common room. Lux politely waves back, then takes her spot on the couch. They exchange a few words, nothing more than the basics of small talk. Last Lux checked, and that was this morning, Draven is still pink. He's claimed a leave of absence due to illness, and hasn't made a public appearance since the curse took effect. Yet, not once does Darius mention his brother's name. Despite the fact that Draven is surely desperate for the cure by now, Darius never asks her about it. Instead he asks about her, and how her day went. His calm, quiet company is very nice, and at some point she realizes she's begun to look forward to it.
Graciously Darius helps her sit down, offering one of his large hands for stability. She accepts his help automatically, thanks to the years of etiquette hammered into her by her mother. In fact, Lux rather enjoys this small display of chivalry, so unexpected from a Noxian General. His hands are large and calloused, yet his touch is delicate, and not once does he crush her hands. Books come out when they're both seated, now side by side. Golden silence prevails for several hours as they read. Usually Lux heads home once the sun sets, and the hextech lamps turn on. Darius gets to his feet first, surprising agile, helping her to her feet. He escorts her to the exit, then they part ways.
As they walk side by side, comfortable silence between them Lux is tempted to ask him a question. She's curious about why Darius seeks out her company. In Demacia, everyone wants something; manipulating your neighbors is expected. They walk side by side down several corridors, comfortable silence between them. But as far as she can tell, he doesn't have an ulterior motive. As a spy, determining the real reason Noxians do things is one of many speciality skills she's picked up. Lux isn't certain how people interact on a daily basis in Noxus. Oh, she'd watched nobles talk all the time, but how people with backgrounds like General Darius are a mystery to her. All the time she was in and out of the other City State, she never had the time to just talk to the natives. Spying didn't leave room for socializing, so she can't be certain what Darius wants from their interactions. It amazes her for a moment that she's come to their destination, in perfect harmony. They walked this section as if they were doing a military march. She hasn't done something like that since she was in school! For the first time, she finds herself intrigued by what drives Noxians to seek out the company of others. Noxian's aren't like Demacians, they socialize for different reasons. His motives pique her curiosity something fierce. They're both at the exit, shoulder to shoulder, and Darius is starting to turn to head in a different direction.
"Ah...Darius, I was curious ab-..." Before she can finish her sentence, a loud, fake cough interrupts her.
Blue eyes shift from Darius to the person wanting her attention. Just a few feet away is Ezreal, cocky grin on his face. Both of his hands are in his pants, hands appearing to resting slightly above his crotch and he is slouched against the wall. Its an obscene scene, and not really surprising from what she knows of his character. His blue eyes sweep her up and down, lingering on her chest before finally dragging up to meet her eyes. Disgust runs down her spine at the sight of him. She knows that Draven invited Ezreal over as a guest just a couple days ago, so she isn't surprised to see him here, just irritated at his timing. How dare this creten interrupt her conversation with Darius! Blue eyes blaze with fury, and Darius pauses his walk.
"I'm fine. I can handle Ezreal." Lux hisses, not wanting anyone to fight her battles for her!
"I look forward to hearing what you do to him. Farewell, Lux." Darius gives her a common Noxian military salute traditionally given before a battle.
The sign of respect is touching, and she returns the salute with the Demacian version. His smile causes an emotion to flutter in her gut. That she squashes with a fierce mental shove. There is no way she can afford to be feel anything but determination. Ezreal is a notorious playboy, a powerful mage, and her equal in intelligence. Out of all the little boys Draven might recruit, he was the only she was concerned about going against. His smirk grinds on her already frayed temper.
"What do you want?" Lux demands, not wanting to waste her valuable time on this playboy. Her hands rest on her hips, blue eyes cold and hard like Demacian steel.
"You know what I want. Why are you being so difficult about it, babe?" Ezreal's voice is smooth like oil, and Lux has to force herself to not run the opposite direction.
Ezreal stops leaning against the wall, his hands sliding out of his pants. There is a slight gleam of sweat on his hands, picked up from what must have been his sweaty dick. Soon he strides over towards her, invading her personal space as he leans against a wall just inches away from her face. Those grimy, sweaty hands are too close, and she feels like vomiting. Bile rises in her throat, but Lux refuses to step back despite how close Ezreal is. She can't afford to appear weak, but she wants to bolt for cover.
"Just tell me what you want. Otherwise you're wasting my time." Lux spits out the words, venom dripping off her tongue at his attitude.
"You. Me. On a date." Ezreal leans even closer, his breath hot against her cheek. Lux is just about at her creeper limites. Ezreal is so gross, she can't decide between punching him or throwing up.
"Fine. We're doing this tonight. I've got better things I want to do. Because the sooner I reject you, the sooner you can tell Draven he failed again." Lux says, voice all smooth like honey. She steps back a couple steps, admiring the somewhat stupefied look on Ezreal's face. He was not expecting this!
"Ugh, okay...you want to go to my place or should I go to yours…?" An eager undertone sends more bile up her throat.
"We're going on a romantic date to a nice resturant. I think we should try the Lumiere, it's nice. You're also paying, because you're the one who wants to do this." Lux's voice still stays honey sweet, but Ezreal acts like she cuts him when she gets to the part about paying for dinner.
"I can't afford that. How about I just cook something at my place? Then we can…" Ezreal's eyes drop to her chest and linger. One of his hands slides off the wall and loops around her waist.
"No!" Lux shouts, as bile actually rises up and lands on her tongue. The feel of his sweaty palm against her lower back causes her to try and wiggle out of his grip.
"Aw, don't be such a prude. You'll like it, I promise." Ezreal leans closer, his actually daring to come near hers.
Something inside of Lux snaps, her vision going red. How dare this cretin treat her this way! She's not an object he can use and discard, she's a person! And this person just told him no, and he's trying to force moves on her! Whatever initial plan she had for him changes in a heartbeat. Ezreal is a threat. As a Demacian, and a woman, it's her sworn duty to stop him! Her wand, long since forgotten, glows brightly.
"Transmogulate!" Lux chants one of Lulu's signature spells, her magic weaving on Ezreal.
Instead of a human male, there is now a large golden retriever with blue eyes. Ezreal seems stunned by this development, and doesn't move an inch. Swifty lunging forward, Lux tackles the dog. Light beams brightly from her fingers, twisting into a long, golden collar and leash. Now that creep can't escape!
"Bad boy! Bad dog!" Lux snarls at Ezreal who is realizing that he's in a lot more trouble than he anticipated. Normally such a spell doesn't last more than a few seconds, but Lux has month's worth of Draven caused humiliation to fuel the spell. Without warning Ezreal where she's going, she starts to drag him towards the teleport room. He struggles, but thankfully he's not used to walking on four legs like the animal he is. It's take her a few moments, but she loads them both onto a teleport pad, and programs it for the nearest vet. The vet tech takes a single look at the steaming Lux, and the terrified looking dog, and give in to her demands to see a vet right now.
"You want to me neuter this dog? Tonight? With you watching?" The vet asks, her voice rising high in shock at Lux's demands.
"Yes. I'll pay you ten thousand gold in advance. Ez is a very bad boy, and tries to knock up any bitch he comes across." Lux's voice is hot with rage, and Ezreal frantically tries to hide under a desk.
"Well, normally I wouldn't accept to such terms. But you are Demacian nobility, and a Champion of the League. I'm certain I can fit you in." The vet smiles, very uncertain about all of this.
"Here's your gold." Lux reaches into her purse, a magical thing that has limitless room. Swiftly she pulls out piles and piles of large, gold Demacian Crowns stacking them on the Vet's desk. Ez starts to howl and whine with each coin she slams down.
Uncertainty melting away at the sight of gold piling up, the Vet leads Lux to a back room. With a firm hold on Ezreal's leash, she drags him into the back. When the operation is complete, and Lux managed to keep Ezreal trapped as a dog the the entire time, she drags the now drugged Ezreal outside. Once she's clear of the vet's office, she dumps Ezreal's drugged form behind a dumpster.
"This is for all the women who ended up in places like this. We're not objects you can use. I wish I could do more, but sadly, there are strict laws in place against murder. Go ahead a report me, I'll be happy to tell everyone who listen how you ended up like this. You've just been served Justice for all the woman you mistreated." Lux gives a not so gentle kick to Ezreal, who just groans in pain.
Then she stops off without looking back. Never in her life has she ever been so mad! Of course Ezreal can get his balls back, there's surgeries for it in Zaun. All she's done is cost him a lot of money and his dignity. However, she's already typing a statement to give to the major newspapers. By the time the drugs have worn off, everyone will know what happened to Ezreal. As a noble, all she'll pay is a fine her family can easily afford to pay. She's hopeful no one else will help Draven, because she doesn't think she can handle another idiot! Why can't more men be like Darius? He's always treated her with respect! She wonders what he'll think of this night's events.