Darkness was everywhere.

Even though it masked itself sometimes as light and innocence, the evil powers of the world were just waiting to pounce upon the hapless inhabitants of Valoran, and all the Realms beyond it.

This was a lesson Vayne knew all too well.

Stalking the darkened hallways of the Instutute during the night, Vayne quietly patrolled the building. One could never be too careful, especially considering the attempted escape of Nocture only a few week earlier.

Left only with her own thoughts, Vayne kept walking. She was now in the Northern Wing, slowly pacing past the dark doorways. There was the plaque showing Ashe's and Tryndamere's combined bedrooms, that doorway was where Nautilus rested, and the slightly frosted doorway over there lead to Anivia's perch on the roof of the Institute.

The next door was slightly open, a sliver of light spilling out into the hallway. The contrast between the light and the plaque made it impossible to read, and Vayne couldn't help but be drawn to the light like a moth is drawn to a lantern.

Bringing her right eye to the crack, Vayne slowly made out details in the room, while attempting to move her cramped legs and arms, painfully trapped in the confines of the cupboard.

Wait, what? The cupboard?

Panicking, Vayne brought up her right hand. No crossbow. She reached behind her and felt unbound hair- desperately grasping but not finding her trustworthy condemning crossbow. It wasn't possible- she wasn't-

She peered through the slit again, this time only able to put her eye up to it by painfully cricking her neck forwards.

Vayne was greeted by a nightmarish scene from the past.

The two guards that stood outside the doorway lay limp, like ragdolls on the ground. Her little brother, who she'd given a cookie to just that morning, lay torn in half in a wall, dark hair covering what was left of his torn face, twisted in agony. Her father still had a surprised expression on his face, as he stared blankly at the ceiling, lying in a pool of his own blood. And her mother...

She was currently screaming in ungodly agony, her 'friend' who she'd invited over for a cup of tea revealing herself to be that sick crone by tearing apart her family, and now torturing her relentlessly.

Vayne simply looked on in horror as her mother screamed, thrashed, as the witch slowly inflicted more and more horrifying curses on her mother. There were hundreds of small cuts, all slowly oozing blood, all causing untold agony. Her mother's body was grotesquely stretched in inhuman ways. Even more horrible spells were laid upon her every moment.

Then she took one last, shuddering breath, and lay still. Her mother, who Vayne had loved the most out of her entire family, who'd taught her everything she'd known and had loved her the most. She was gone.

The witch, still with an evil grin on her face, slowly started walking to the cupboard. Vayne let out a small whimper, as the witch slowly made her way over and reached out her hand-

Gasp.

Vayne flipped backwards, instinctively bringing her crossbow up in line with Morgana's startled face. The Fallen Angel simply raised an eyebrow as the Night Hunter kept her crossbow aimed, albeit shaking like a leaf.

"State your buisness, Night Hunter." Morgana said suspiciously.

Vayne furiously searched for an answer. There was no doubt Morgana suspected something, but if she told the truth, her reputation, so painstakingly built up, would be annihilated. She decided to try to buy herself some more time. "I want to know what is true evil."

Morgana gave out a short bark of derisive laughter. "Another one," she crowed. "Another one who wants to purge me, because I am 'evil'". Morgana's eyes narrowed as she stared back at Vayne. "And what, would you say, is 'true evil'?"

Beginning to warm to the discussion, Vayne replied in stride, "Causing unjustified pain to others."

Morgana snorted. "And when have my actions been unjustified?"

Vayne looked to the side. "It wasn't you."

"Oh?" came the response. "Then why did you stop at my door?"

"It was... a memory- an event that made me who I am today." The Night Hunter reluctantly revealed. "Your doorway reminded me-"

But Morgana had already been lost in the words "An even that made me who I am today." She remembered what hers had been.

Escaping an execution, where the sentence and beheading were carried out by her sister herself.

"Tell me Vayne," Morgana asked tentatively. "Can what's truly evil look like it's good?"

Vayne thought back to that fateful day, and remembered the disguise of the evil witch. "Yes, of course. After all, Evil lurks around every corner."

"And earlier you said that evil was forcing others to do things they don't want to do?" Morgana pressed on. Seeing Vayne's nod, Morgana kept talking. "So, wouldn't my sister Kayle be evil as well?"

"But of course," Vayne said. "She forces law and oppressive rule on all others. She is a perfect embodiment of evil."

"And what am I?" Morgana asked.

"You... you haven't hurt anyone innocent, have you?" Vayne asked. Morgana shook her head. "I only fought for peace and independence, but sought dark magics for freedom."

"You're fine then." Vayne said.

Morgana thought for a second, before offering, "You hunt evil beings, though, right?" Vayne nodded. "And Kayle is Evil, correct?" Vayne nodded again, beginning to understand where this was going. "Will you help me destroy Kayle?"

Vayne thought for a moment, before saying, "Deal."

Human and Angel extended hands, shaking, before Morgana leaned in, saying "so here's what we'll do..."

Hey guys! I'm still alive!

Sorry for the long wait times between stories, exams and stuff are really tearing me apart.

Also, I try to avoid giving the same champ multiple stories, but when the generator gave me Morg 4 times in a row, I just gave up lol

If this gets enough love, I may make a part two, featuring... well you guess =P

-Dorryza