Second part of the Noc and Lux pairing. Hope you guys like it.

Note- this actually took a lot out of me to write. I don't know why- I just- it was hard for me.

Just read it. And don't forget to review!

Sam yawned loudly. He was down here in the League's dungeons earning a few extra silver pieces 'guarding' Nocturne's cage, in case the monster ever got out. It didn't matter that he would even stop the raging monster from goring him within ten seconds flat.

But luckily for him, the summoners' magic were extremely potent. They had assured him that Nocturne would never get out, not without extremely talented outside help. And who would ever be crazy enough to let him out?

Secure in this knowledge, and his trust in the summoners, Sam felt safe enough to fall asleep.

During his sleep, he dreamed a dream that he relived nearly every day, and was glad to see that never happened in real life.

Sam saw his children, toddling girls of three and six. He was running to them, and they were suddenly struck down by streak of darkness. It turned to him. Sam saw the bright orbs of Nocturne's face.

Sam suddenly sat up. Was that a wind- oh, there was nothing. He was being paranoid. No one would ever come down he thought as he lay back down. Inevitably seeing his children dead again.

He closed his eyes.

"I'll be sure to seek them out."

Sam's eyes flew open, only to see nothing but utter darkness. And his children. He screamed wordlessly in terror. He began to turn around, but a cruel, curved blade was thrust forwards.

Sam's eyes closed, never to open again.

Lux knelt by Nocturne's cage, slowly unlocking the magical enchantments binding the magical metal together, holding the nightmare in it.

"Nocturne-" Lux started. When the Nightmare's eyes were faced towards her, she continued nervously. "What will you do when you're outside?"

"What will you?" asked Nocturne.

Lux looked down, temperarily stopping her work. "I don't know," she admitted. "I just want to be away from here, away from the killing and death, away from the stifling banners of the 'City of Light." Lux snorted in derision. "Anywhere but here..." she repeated. She looked back at Nocturne questioningly.

"I only want freedom," replied the darkness. "I wish to be out of these cages, doing what I wish to do- not be stuck in this cage, only to be led out to fight like a pit bull, for the entertainment and petty desires of powerful men."

"I wish to be free."

The cage door swung open, as Lux cut through the final enchantment.

Nocturne drifted out, and wordlessly drifted down the hallway where both their freedom's lay. A hallway that, Lux realized, still had a guard.

She sprinted up to Nocturne, but it was too late. She saw the Nightmare Embodied viciously stab the guard in the back of the throat, blood spurting out, only to go right through the smoke that was Nocturne.

Lux stared at the corpse in horror, Nocturne just cleaning off his Umbra blades nonchalantly. After a moment, Nocturne looked up, staring at her with those white orbs, and spoke.

"Ah, it feels good to kill again."

At this, Lux froze. She debated leaving right now, freedom be damned.

Then Nocturne spoke up. "The reason you aren't like that" he gestures towards the gutted man and the growing pool of blood on the stone ledge "is because you helped me."

And Lux realized this was more than Demacia had ever done for her. She'd gone to the academy, stolen Noxus' information, and what was the reward? Endless killing- and dying- in the Field of Justice to further Jarvan III's agenda.

Lux nodded once, and slowly walked out of the small room, and continued down the hallway.

She rounded a corner and was about to take another step- before being stopped in her tracks by a pointy object in front of her face. She looked up in surprise.

"Lady of Luminosity" said Jarvan IV impassively in front of her as he pointed his massive lance in her direction. "I charge you with treason and murder."

Lux's eyes hardened. Ever since she'd refused his marriage proposal -much to the consternation of her parents and himself- Jarvan had always been after her. She slapped the point of the lance out of its position right in front of her nose, took two steps forward, and quickly spat in his face.

Jarvan, now not cool anymore, but raging angry, said in a voice with a deadly undercurrent, "Summoners- restrain her".

Lux was suddenly bound by invisible chains, blocking her movement, and not allowing her to cast spells. She was helpless.

Then, the room grew darker. The torches slowly went out, one by one. The summoners looked around in fear, Jarvan simply glancing at the hallway without emotion. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he clutched his head, rolling on the ground in apparent agony.

"No! Demacia will not burn!" he shouted.

Nocturne flew out of the shadows perching over him. "Yes it will, by your own incompetence...", his eyes inspiring terror, reflecting the deepest fear of Jarvan's- that he would cause the destruction of Demacia and the demise of the Lightshield Dynasty.

Jarvan was now whimpering on the floor, weakly whispering "no" repeatedly.

Nocturne looked up, seeing the summoners, but it was too late. They managed to shackle one of his arms to the wall, and as he struggled, they managed to pin the shadowy trail that was his lower body to the floor. Finally, he was totally bound, helpless, howling as he was taken back to his cage.

2 days later.

Lux and Nocturne were both in a cell. Nocturne was decided to be too dangerous to be kept alive, and he was to be granted punishment by the cruelest form- infinite imprisonment in his nexus crystal, without even a physical body. Lux's fate, on the other hand, was yet to be decided by several families, the head judges of the city-state, and the crown itself.

Suddenly, a guard arrived. It appeared Lux's judgment had been made.

The word came.

"Death."

Lux shivered. How had this gone so terribly wrong? How?

Two hours after that, Lux and Nocturne where in a wagon, completely bound and helpless.

Lux spoke up. "Thanks, Nocturne."

The Nightmare's dual phosphorus orbs slowly turned to face her.

Lux forged on. "You came to my aid, when I needed it, and you could've ran. Just... thanks."

Nocturne spoke up in that chilling voice of his. "After all, you were the one who'd helped me."

Lux smiled weakly at him. "Just... thanks."

Nocturne's orbs closed for a second. The word sounded strangled, unused, foreign. But eventually, he forced it out. "Thank you..."

The wagon abruptly stopped. Lux could hear the jeers of the crowd outside. Two guards opened the flaps, and without any expression, led Nocturne out of the wagon.

Nocturne was completely bound. He couldn't move. The guards had to push him- he floated naturally- towards the gallows.

There, lay waiting were six of Demacia's greatest skilled summoners. Nocturne looked up at them.

As the crowd cheered, the summoners started weaving a great spell. It took minutes, but Nocturne's body was slowly sucked, howling, into the crystal- every moment of it extreme agony. Finally, the howling stopped, and a small crystal dropped unnoticed onto the executioner's block.

As Lux heard the howl stop, her first and only tear dropped. She quickly wiped it away, and got out of the wagon proudly, her head held high. Without any 'assistance' from the guards, she quickly made her way to the top of the gallows, and lay down on the cutting block, where her head was to be severed.

Waiting, as was his job as Chief Executioner, Garen stood. Yet, for the first time ever, he showed signs of sadness, regret. He looked at the massive sword in his hands, then back up at Lux.

"I'm sorry Luxanna," he mouthed soundlessly.

He raised the sword.

Lux's fingers clutched at the wood around her. She grasped a stone in her left hand.

Looking at the stone, Lux realized what it was. It was the Nexus fragment that had Nocturne bound in it.

The sword began to descend.

Lux's eyes drank in the last view of her world she would get- Demacia's bright blue pennants, the massive crush of people watching her death- her ears hearing the jeers of the crowd, the whistle of the wind as the sword came down. Her fingers closed, so tightly she could feel the contours and scratches of the stone, imprinted into her left hand.

Lux felt a massive pain in the back of her neck, but still clutched the stone tightly.

She began to think, "What a shame-"

Before-

Oblivion.