The continuation of the previous one-shot.
Tags: Morgana, Sona, Kayle.
"So.. great weather huh?"
Sona raises her eyes from her plate and offers Morgana a little nod before returning her attention back to her slice of apple pie, a thunder echoes somewhere outside of the crowded mess hall and the Fallen Angel cringes before she offers the mute musician another friendly smile.
"Well, it isn't exactly great, but rain is cleansing and... eh good. It washes away the dirt and nurtures beautiful flowers. Normal flowers I mean, not poisonous ones used for hexes and dark magic of course! I-I wouldn't know anything about those!"
Another uninterested nod, Sona forks another piece of apple pie and then passes it between her full ruby lips and Morgana tries to maintain her cheery expression as she desperately wishes for the ground beneath her to burst open and Runeterra to swallow her. Swallow her whole, much like how Sona happily devours her little bites of apple pie. Is it pathetic to feel jealous of a confection for stealing her soulmate's attention from her person?
Think Morgana! Think! How do you usually do this? Where is your sultry nature when you need it?! What would your friends do if they were in your place?
Ahri would downright try seducing the mute sorceress…
Evelynn would start stalking her and probably go through her belongings…
Elise would try bondage play and make some indecent remark about devouring Sona's body like a fly caught in her webs…
The Fallen Angel knows that she leads a sad and pitiful existence when Ahri's approach seems like the best choice at the celestial spell caster's disposal.
The corrupted angel's smile widens as a pale hand suddenly darts to rest on top of the hand of the mute Ionian woman.
"But you know the most beautiful flower of them all is currently sitting right in front of me."
Sona finally blinks before she meets the corrupted mage's eyes, she then lets her gaze wander across the company of champions entering the mess hall and smiles at Morgana politely, understanding. The former celestial happily sighs in sweet relief, finally some bloody progress!
And then Sona quietly collects her plate and nods encouragingly at someone standing behind the angel's back and the mute musician is swiftly replaced by a very perplexed Zyra.
"Thanks Morg, but you didn't have to make Sona leave like that, I could have easily found somewhere else to enjoy my meal."
The Fallen Angel grumbles something rude under her breath as she plants her forehead on the hard oaken table completely missing the azure celestial orbs of her older sibling that is currently observing her from the other side of the mess hall.
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Kayle's eyes narrow in suspicion. Her sister had unsuccessfully been trying to mingle with the mute support all week now and the proud Judicator would be damned if she would let such a nice and kindhearted woman be corrupted by the wiles of her vile sister. But still one thing greatly confused the righteous celestial warrior. Why would Morgana be so interested in the compassionate mute songstress?
Sona's magic was certainly potent and raw as much as any of the Institute's other powerful spell casters and yet there was no malicious intent hidden in it. No poisonous or eroding effects intending to harm someone and definitely no impressive destructive power behind Sona's spells potent enough to justify Morgana wanting to include the mute's spells in her already extremely volatile and dangerous magical arsenal.
Was there some kind of secret behind the mute musician's magic perhaps? Did Sona actually possess another hidden twisted side, a dark rotten core obscured behind her kind persona and caring smiling visage that her vile sister had somehow managed to uncover?
Could that really be the reason Morgana had been running behind the Ionian musician like a love-stricken puppy? Surely Kayle would have caught wind of Sona's ploy if that had actually really been the case.
So what was it then? Why would her evil corrupted sister keep wearing those infuriating coy smiles and desperately try to converse with the kindhearted woman that so tragically lacked the gift of speech? Why would Morgana patiently wait outside of the summoning chambers after a match to ambush Sona in the hallways, or always happen to be walking by the gentle blue-haired support with a big sickening smile perched on her lips and her torn blackened wings twitching nervously behind her?!
And speaking of Morgana's wings.. Weren't her sister's burned feathers supposed to be a much darker shade of black? They definitely shouldn't seem almost a plain grey under the currently scarce sunlight. The Fallen Angel's feathers had used to look as black and sinister as the twisted heart of the corrupted spell caster itself not even a week ago.
…In fact now that the Judicator was carefully thinking about it her cursed sister's feathers were certainly still that vile onyx black! Their color just seemed to lighten a little bit whenever the Fallen was making a fool of herself around Sona… !
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"Morg.."
The corrupted celestial sighs, soft lilac orbs practically glued on the form of a particular smiling blue-haired woman that's presently surrounded by Demacian champions happily enjoying their breakfasts.
"Morgana?"
Another sigh, the Fallen Angel releases an exhausted breath against the palm of the hand she is using to support her chin's weight and Evelynn shoots her daydreaming friend an annoyed look before the stealthy assassin's gaze silently follows the dark witch's line of sight.
"Don't even bother Eve, Morgana is currently observing her prey."
The Widowmaker's crimson orbs lazily move to stare back into Ahri's amber glare and the blue-skinned assassin hailing from the Shadow Isles merely responds by raising a single eyebrow in question.
"Morg is examining Sona's habits and noting the musician's weaknesses you see. One of those nights Morgana is going to suddenly ambush the Ionian orphan in the empty dark hallways of the Institute and trap the songstress against the wall. Sona will look at Morg in surprise, mute lips will part attempting to mouth a heart-wrenching plea, the musician's blue eyes suddenly overflowing with frightened tears, but Morgana will have none of it!
She will want to show her prey her angelic superiority and so she will use her Dark Bindings to restrain the poor frightened girl and then harshly rip out Sona's clothes before her hand will cruelly palm the crying support's soft flesh. The dark witch's lustful gaze never once leaving Sona's as Morgana suddenly shoves an eager palm between Sona's weak trembling legs and sinks two digits straight into-"
Ahri yelps, deftly crouching low in her seat as Morgana absentmindedly attempts to slap the annoying seductress with a burned onyx wing.
"No more cookies or baked goods for you for the entire week, Ahri. Now, please, keep going."
The black-haired vixen pouts at Morgana's words before Evelynn addresses the Fallen Angel with a faint encouraging smile.
"I can capture Sona for you if you want. It's going to be easy enough and I know this great desolate place that we can use to-
"Evelynn please stop playing along with Ahri, there are a few forbidden spells I haven't been able to test out yet and if you two keep acting like this you might end up becoming my practicing targets.
"Sure snap at me for just trying to be helpful."
Evelynn pouts much like her other lupine friend and returns back to stabbing her pancakes with her fork, she just loves it when the maple syrup bleeds around the pancakes' torn forms like the lifeblood spilling out of a fresh carcass.
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The sun is seemingly smiling down at the Fallen Angel as Morgana happily strolls towards the mess hall with big strides, a spring in her step and a small box filled with her self-made confectioneries clasped between her pale fingers.
Today the dark witch is quite certain that she will finally manage to draw Sona's attention! The corrupted celestial had spent a lot of time studying the mute songstress and learning the things Sona either liked or disliked. Morgana had actually felt immensely blessed after discovering that her soulmate had apparently a sweet tooth, and so the crafty witch had instantly begun devising a cunning plan that would aid her in impressing the kind support with her baking skills and help her win Sona's heart through the blue-haired beauty's stomach.
Morgana can't help but pat affectionately the small paper box as she enters a torchlit hallway. The Fallen Angel is so happy that she is finally going to normally interact with her precious soulmate that she feels as if she can once again open her broken and tattered wings and fly high in the sky.
The love-stricken pale spell caster's smile widens, who would have thought that love could transform even an old sinister crone such as like herself and turn her into such a foolishly cheerful woman? Could love somehow be weaponized? That was a very interesting thought that Morgana would have to ponder later.
A golden figure suddenly bars Morgana's way and the pensive angel abruptly stops in her tracks when the dark witch comes face to face with her righteous older sister.
"Kayle"
The Fallen Angel mutters in calm distaste even as narrowed lilac orbs attempt to burn a hole through her pious sister's shiny golden helmet.
"I won't let you corrupt that innocent woman, Fallen Angel. I have already warned Sona of your malicious intentions."
The pale spell caster's previously frigid lilac orbs suddenly turn into purple scorching hot daggers. Morgana takes a quick breath, dark hues of magical power slowly gathering around her fuming form and the Fallen Angel is so enraged, so angry and saddened and bitter that she doesn't even realize that she is unwittingly crushing the little box with the baked goods that she is currently holding.
"You've had no right of revealing our fate to the Ionian! No right to tell Sona about our bond! I needed more time to-"
"To do what Morgana? Study her? Manipulate her? Slowly burrow your way into her innocent heart like the poisonous snake digs its nest in the soil?"
"Y-you had no right to push her away from me! SHE IS MY SOULMATE!"
The dark charging hues whirling around the angry mage instantly transform into a thick black mist, purple lightning starts crackling at Morgana's fingertips and a young Summoner spots the two angels about to confront each other and hastily flees away in terror while Kayle unsheathes her celestial golden blade. The crushed paper box drops with a loud thump to the ground.
"You ruined it for me! You've ruined everything! You chased away my precious soulmate before I even had the chance to hold her close!"
"It is for the greater good, fallen one. Mortals unlike celestial beings possess no destined soulmates. Sona can find her happiness with someone else without your poisonous existence corrupting her soul and her mind."
It isn't even the laughable message conveyed by Kayle's calm words that drives Morgana over the edge at this point. Oh no, it is the determined finality in her dear sister's tone and the older woman's unwavering conviction that Morgana is once again the frothing insane lunatic just because Kayle had made up her mind.
The Fallen Angel takes a quick step forward ready to unleash every fiber of her potent dark arcane powers and Summoners and mortal laws be damned! The cold hollow feeling steadily growing inside the younger angel's chest adding to the brewing magical maelstrom that the corrupted celestial is fully intending to hurl straight at her oh so pious and meddlesome sister's face.
"Morgana wait!"
A previously concealed figure suddenly emerges from the shifting shadows of the corridor and Evelynn falters for a brief moment when both a beaming flaming sword and two pale hands crackling with purple lightning abruptly turn to point at her direction.
"Eve?"
Morgana blinks as she swiftly turns around and resumes threateningly pointing her magically charged hands back at her clearly unamused sister. The other angel's flaming sword however remains pointed at poor Eve, the white hot tip of the burning blade purposefully aiming between the Shadow Isles denizen's narrowed crimson eyes.
"Come on Morg, you don't have to do this. There is no way Sona actually dislikes you, that woman doesn't have a single bad bone in her body."
"Kayle told Sona about me! She told my soulmate about the special connection that she and I share and pushed my Fated One away! There is no way I am letting Kayle leave this hallway alive as long as I am still breathing."
The blue-skinned female nods as she slowly approaches her hurting friend with quick measured strides, the sharp tip of Kayle's burning sword silently following the Shadow Isles denizen like some kind of a strange blazing compass.
"Maybe but that simply means that you have finally drawn the mute musician's attention, now Sona will be forced to at the very least acknowledge your existence. Isn't that what you were striving to accomplish in the first place Morg? If you pause for only a second and try to carefully think about this Kayle's scheming has only managed to work against her."
The dark witch tilts her head as her eyebrows furrow in thought, but the condensed magic crackling around the Fallen Angel slowly starts dissipating when Morgana meets Evelynn's sincere scarlet eyes.
"Just go to her Morg, I recently saw Sona sitting on a bench in the gardens and I am pretty sure that Elise accidentally spilled some of her web on said bench so Sona will probably still be there."
Morgana snorts at the Shadow Isles assassin's words, somehow doubting that Elise's intervention was actually a lucky happy accident. The dark witch nods as the purple lightning inside her palms suddenly flickers and then fades away completely much like the rest of her gathered magic. Morgana hurriedly walks towards the Institute's gardens and the Judicator attempts to once again block her sister's way only to hastily jump back when a thorn made out of shadows almost impales on the spot.
"Sorry Kayle, my friend is kind of late for her date. You will have to talk to Morg some other time."
The righteous angel merely scoffs as the flames engulfing the Judicator's sword suddenly turn an even more blinding radiant gold and the celestial warrior lunges at the blue-skinned assassin.
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The Fallen Angel finds the peeved support sitting on a wooden bench near a small fountain just like Evelynn had promised her. Sona is currently fumbling with her beautiful aquamarine dress that is seemingly glued on the bench's long wooden boards. The Ionian healer blinks when she spots the corrupted celestial approaching her and the young woman's flown quickly intensifies when Sona's gaze stumbles upon Morgana's stormy expression. The dark witch doesn't even offer her soulmate one of her usual deceiving polite smiles as she takes a seat on the wooden bench near the blue-haired Ionian.
"Hello, Sona, I am guessing that Kayle has already talked to you about our bond I presume?"
The cautious support tentatively nods, the Judicator had told her quite a few things about Morgana, celestial beings and the dark witch's schemes in general, but the Demacian champion wasn't sure exactly how much of those horror stories she could believe since the righteous angel was unquestionably biased in matters concerning her sinister sister.
"Kayle has most likely told you the truth, or at least a more favorable for her version of it. The bottom line is that yes I wield dark magic and I would do almost anything to rain on my sister's parade. But I am not a bloodthirsty monster, and I would never purposely hurt my own soulmate. You are free to walk away from me and our bond and I promise you that I will never seek revenge against you or your loved ones."
The Fallen Angel keeps her gaze locked away from the mute support sitting right next to her, her tired purple eyes peering straight ahead, examining the rich assortment of the garden's flowers and the gently shifting grass blades moving about in the wind and all the little things the powerful witch would usually find unnecessary and mundane.
Morgana raises a single pale hand and dark magic suddenly spills forth from the former celestial witch's fingertips, the Fallen Angel's corrupted mana causing a few breathtaking rosy tulips planted in a distant flowerbed to instantly blacken and wither. The solemn spell caster more feels than hears Sona fidgeting on her right.
"Take a good look over there Sona."
The Fallen angel casually gestures towards the destroyed rotten flowerbed.
"Those pitiful ruined flowers are like me when I didn't know if I will ever lay eyes on you. Dead, destroyed, broken and lifeless, I didn't know if you would have been born a friend or a foe, a man or a woman, if you would turn up to be one of Kayle's warriors and come after my life or if my sister would search for you and kill you just to spite me."
Morgana swallows, her mouth suddenly dry as she clenches her fists and keeps her eyes locked on the disgusting dead blossoms as if she is currently sitting in the garden alone and addressing the rotting flowers instead of Sona like a senile old woman. The raised quivering hand slowly falls down in defeat much like the tears that are presently cascading the Fallen Angel's pale visage.
"I am a lot older that I look Miss Sona. I have been searching for you for countless long years, whole agonizing centuries. Endless eons even. I have been searching and s-searching and s.. sear-ching and yet you never appeared before me until now and so at some point I had started doubting myself. W-was I cursed? Was I destined to live and die all alone? W.. (sniffle) was I such an abominable monster that I didn't deserve to have a soulmate. W-were you stripped away from me along with the original color of my wings and my ability to fly?"
(Long shaky sniffle)
"H-ha.. had my life choices erased your very existence?!"
Morgana's voice starts breaking now, but the Fallen Angel continues as she points once more at the remnants of the ruined vegetation rapidly rotting in the destroyed flowerbed.
"T-take a good look over there at all those filthy shriveled up flowers. That's m-me you are seeing, corrupted and ug-ugly! with withered wings.. (sniffle) and a black heart only beating to supply me with more hate and poison. I'm a worthless r-rotten flower Miss Sona."
The Fallen Angel's hand unceremoniously drops once more but as Morgana's eyes sink down to the charred earth the dark witch blindly shows her palm to the stunned quiet support and a sole tiny black rose somehow magically starts sprouting from inside the crying pale woman's trembling grasp. Lazily shifting and growing until almost a full minute later the little blossom reaches a somewhat normal size and opens its fragrant delicate petals under the bright blue sky. Morgana shakily swallows, creating that single black rose had taken more magical power out of her than annihilating a small army.
"I am a vile rotten flower Miss Sona, both you and I already knew that."
The Fallen Angel simply places the black rose at the edge of the bench next to Sona's thigh and then gazes ruefully at the ruined and withered vegetation for the last time.
"But I somehow feel that I can bloom once more when I'm in your presence."
That's enough. Morgana has already said more than enough at the kind support and nothing that the corrupted angel could put into words would change her soulmate's opinion of her anyway. It was regrettably time for Morgana to let go.
"I promise you that I won't be bothering you ever again. Thank you for listening to an old wary crone's selfish rumblings Miss Sona. Goodbye my soulmate."
The dark witch hangs her head in defeat as the corrupted spell caster makes to rise and leave the Institute's gardens. Morgana has had enough heartache for the next few centuries after all and the cursed celestial now desires nothing more than to be finally allowed to mourn for the loss of her precious fated one in the privacy of her personal chambers. Sona's arms abruptly wrapping around the dark mage's body suddenly stop the spell caster's departure and Morgana closes her eyes when a familiar tender hand gently starts stroking her black onyx feathers.
The Fallen Angel closes her eyes, still too scared to meet her mute soulmate's gaze. Fresh new tears start rolling down the dark witch's pale cheeks when Sona unexpectedly kisses the corrupted celestial, pressing a small chaste kiss against Morgana's abruptly coloring forehead. Almost as if the kind support is currently trying to soothe a small scared winged child. Morgana doesn't mind in the least, this was after all the first kiss the Fallen Angel had ever received by her beautiful soulmate. The corrupted spell caster can patiently wait for something more intimate.
Evelynn smiles widely from her hiding place among the garden's shadows when she suddenly notices that the rotten blossoms at the ruined flowerbed have somehow started recovering. Black withered forms slowly shedding their ruined parts to reveal their fragile red and white petals.
The End?
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Kayle is standing still, completely alone in an otherwise empty ruined corridor. The celestial warrior is trembling while staring at a recently created scorch mark.
The scorch mark isn't that interesting per se, there are numerous other black smudges littering the abandoned battlefield, all of them created by her righteous flames. And yet this particular scorch mark is important and different that the other black charred smudges.
Because this specific black blot forms an almost perfect circle on the stone floor, with the exception of the faint white shadow peeking from its burned center, where Kayle's celestial flames had actually refused to even singe a single hair of a very confused and startled Evelynn.
Kayle is trembling, the proud angel carelessly tosses her golden helmet on the remnants of the charred burned floor and then presses a tentative shaky armor-clad palm at the sole white spot on the floor that is devoid of scattered soot and gray ashes.
No way, no way, it's just not possible! There is no way that Evelynn is actually her soulmate and Kayle had just attacked her!
A wet splash appears among the scattered black soot as the Judicator promptly starts crying.
Kayle had just attacked her fated soulmate. The Judicator had attacked her precious soulmate with the intention of killing her and then had tried to burn Evelynn alive. There is now no way in hell that the Shadow Isles assassin is going to ever accept their shared celestial bond and accepted to be the righteous angel's lover.
Kayle was alone. She would always be alone. The arrogant Judicator had ruined her chance of completing her special bond by trying to deny Morgana her rightful soulmate.
The End
Notes: This whole chapter feels too cramped to me. It is 3.8k words, double or even triple the size of my usual chapters and yet I find that it lacks substance because of all the things and little scenes I had to include to progress the story. Sona's and Morgana's first interactions, Kayle's realization, the sneaky introduction of Evelynn among other characters as to avoid suspicion, the confrontation of the two sisters, the confession. Morgana's plan to seduce Sona through her cooking, the sudden reversal of the angels' roles. I should have probably written it in small snippets to better manage the flow of the text, but that would have easily revealed Evelynn's identity and I felt that those scenes were too important to be gutted. Oh well, it was a good practice.
PS: You have no idea of how much I struggled to refrain from making Kayle's soulmate being LeBlanc or Illaoi and make the final troll-scene one where a lucky/unlucky Kayle is in a compromising position with her sadistic soulmate, utterly powerless since her celestial magic won't defend her against her soulmate. In the end the good drawing standing on my shoulder won and so I refrained from doing it. Regrettably...
Answer: I meant written in general. I don't see many Morgana stories, Sona's tag occasionally pops up from time to time, but we can't compare the popularity of those two to the fleet of Ahri, Riven and Katarina stories out there.