This chapter is rated M because of loosely described sexual abuse and prostitution. Tags: Riven, Irelia, Yuri.
Since the Dawn of Time to the chaos of the terrible Rune Wars almost two long millenniums after the predecessors of man had first appeared every single living breathing being was blessed with the existence of a sole and precious soulmate. A perfectly compatible soul that gave a person's life a new meaning, complemented them, made them whole and alleviated a lonesome being's tormented existence. And so most people would spend the majority of their lifetimes in a futile and usually utterly fruitless attempt to discover and finally unite with their precious fated ones. Except for Ionians.
Ah Ionians, the admittedly most spiritual and mystical of folks residing in the dangerous world of Valoran, and the only human beings that somehow seemed to possess the magnificent gift that allowed them to recognize their precious soulmates. Some people often claimed that this unique gift was the blessing of an ancient god and others that the land of Ionia itself was magical and conspired to guide its people to a brighter tomorrow. Nobody really seemed to actually know the origins of the Ionians' mysterious gift, but the blessings results were definitely undeniable and every Ionian woman or man would always be able to feel the presence of their fated ones whenever the two beings' paths would inevitably draw closer.
And that's how Irelia knew that her fated one, the cherished other half of her incomplete soul had undoubtedly already perished.
The Captain of the Guard would never be able to smile at them, kiss their lips or feel the warmth of their hands and see the joy in their eyes. She would never hear them call her name in a gentle and affectionate tone of voice or talk to them about the times they would desperately search the entire world while trying to find each other. Every fleeting chance at happiness Irelia might at one point have possessed had already been ruined, snatched away by the savage tendencies of the Noxian dogs and the corrupting touch of their beloved dear bloodied Noxus.
Noxians, how much Irelia hated those violent brutes.. Those rabid animals.. Those soulmate murderers!
Irelia much like some other frightened soldiers had run all the way to the scorched, still smoking crater that had once used to be a mesmerizing valley that fateful day when she had suddenly felt the violent tug of her soulmate's approach. The soil of the once green valley had now turned into an ugly brownish black, wet with poison and the blood of the fallen. Irelia's breathing had hitched upon seeing the enormous piles of the dead corpses, her chest was hurting. The kneeled mourning forms of her fellow Ionians that were scattered around the red piles of the dead were either screaming in rage or weeping for the loss of their beloved soulmates.
Irelia couldn't really blame her crestfallen countrymen, she herself could perfectly understand the immense pain they were feeling after all. The thin strings that had connected these broken people with their maimed and lost fated ones had also been severed much like her own by the time the Zaunites' chemical barrage had finally ceased.
These people were mourning because their cherished soulmates were dying or dead and Irelia couldn't dare to contemplate over how many Ionians had actually died during the chemical bombardment…
It might have been cruel and selfish of her, but even so Irelia couldn't care less at this point. The faint light around her heart, the one that had always used to give her hope and resonated with the life of her precious fated one had already dimed and vanished forever.
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Irelia had never met the former Noxian commander before, but that didn't mean that she didn't know of the white-haired woman's achievements during the war or that the Captain of the guard would pass on a chance to torment the young soldier turned prostitute. Riven had at one point been one of the ruthless savages that had murdered her precious soulmate after all and so the Noxian had to pay for what she did to her and her fated one. For what Riven had done to all the broken mourning women and men in Ionian.
And so she did and Irelia had made sure that the wretched Exile would hate every second of it whenever the Captain would buy her for the night. The whole process had soon turned into some kind of sick, twisted game for the mate-less and bitter black-haired Ionian woman.
Almost every night Irelia would find herself marching into the former warrior's home. She would toss her a couple of bills and then treat Riven in a way most decent Ionians would find completely inhuman and probably illegal. Irelia would claw and bite the Noxian prostitute instead of kissing her feverish skin. She would pull on her ivory white hair and violently shove Riven's face towards her core, tie and gag the exiled warrior and then force her to orgasm until her flower was red from the abuse and the bed sheets were drenched with Riven's sexual fluids and tears.
The Ionian Captain's frequent ruts had sometimes been so rough that the Noxian prostitute would at times curl up in a ball and sob until the peeved Irelia would finally decide to leave the room and slam the door shut right behind her. And Irelia couldn't have been any happier with Riven's punishment... until the forgotten light that had previously been flickering around her cold cruel heart had abruptly flared up once more and reappeared.
The female warrior had been horrified. This certainly wasn't the first time that a proud Ionian had suddenly found out that their precious soulmate was a Noxian or of Shuriman descent or even some shady traveling merchant hailing from the city of Zaun, but Irelia had never heard of someone that had only recognized their destined soulmate after spending so much time with them. Or so much time mocking them and tormenting them for that matter.
This couldn't possibly be happening to her! Her soulmate had died during the bombardment that ended the war! Irelia could still remember the hopeless feeling of their beautiful light fading from her life as their heartbeat slowed down before ceasing forever! B-but even then, if for some bizarre and mysterious reason her fated one was still alive and had actually been Riven all along their connection should have been fast and even spontaneous. Like two hearts finally beating in synch or the appearance of the sun after a long lonely night.
And yet even after practically drowning in her pitiful excuses and no matter how hard Irelia would try to convince herself otherwise deeply inside the black-haired warrior already knew that her precious soulmate had always been none other than the maroon-eyed Noxian ex commander she had so often mistreated.
The Ionian Captain had cried herself to sleep that night. The still fresh memories of Riven screaming in pain beneath her sweaty form and the wet flashes of hurt maroon orbs whenever Irelia mocked the Noxian female about her disgusting chemical burns now returning back to torment her.
And so Irelia schools her visage into her usual brooding angry mask and marches straight to Riven's door and tosses a few Ionian bills at the surprised prostitute as she roughly shoves her Noxian soulmate towards the small bedroom. There is no way Riven is going to accept her after everything she has done to her. There is no way the exiled warrior is going to stay with her willingly or let the Ionian woman touch her ever again if she even suspects of Irelia's dark shameful secret. The Ionian Captain had previously done her best to make sure that Riven genuinely hated her after all and Irelia had probably even managed to traumatize her poor tormented Noxian soulmate somewhere along the way.
There can no longer be a happy ending for the two of them anymore. That is the price the guilt-ridden Captain of the Ionian guard will have to pay for letting her bitterness and hate control her. She has not only doomed herself to a life without love but also her precious soulmate.
And so Irelia descends upon the former Noxian warrior once more and she hides her soft kisses behind sudden bites and bruised skin and Riven inevitably soon screams in pain when the Ionian woman abruptly shoves the prostitute's face against the bed sheets and attacks her already abused flower. Riven moans and pants as she let's Irelia have her way with her. She closes her eyes and sighs in defeat and never notices the tears rolling down Irelia's face.
But what Riven does notice is that the mattress quakes a bit too much for one sole trembling body and that Irelia's usually painful thrusts are for once kind of.. hesitant? The Captain also refrains for whispering how disgusting she finds her various burns and scars and how nobody's ever going to love her, befriend her or cherish her.
And so Riven can't really help it. The half Ionian opens a single maroon-colored orb, stares at the ruined bed sheets clenched in her palm and dares to hope that perhaps her violent soulmate has finally managed to figure out their connection.
Notes: There you go, the second part. How do you guys like the final plot twist? Riven had already realized that Irelia was her soulmate and vice versa and that's why she allowed the Captain to keep visiting her instead of just saying no. I am going to assume that Riven's heart stopped for a few moments during the bombardment and that's why Irelia had felt her soulmate vanishing.