League of Legends: Stories

Guardian Angel (Katarina x Ashe)

Guardian Angel (Considered a spin-off one-shot from "Demonic Beauty")

Twirling the ethereal blade in the grasp of her translucent hand, her glowing amethyst eyes roamed the city until it distractedly surveyed through the many windows of the medical center right across the rooftop she's presently perched at. The hospital had always been a place where Death Sworns usually lurked. It was a place where people give birth to countless lives, yes, but it's also known as a place where the mortals are taken from realm of the living.

The moment she stopped the motion of her blade's twirl, she stabbed it onto the concrete edge of the rooftop. Although the surface remained unaffected, she disappeared from her place with a flash of flame invisible to the human eye.

Merely blinking for a single second, Katarina found herself on a different rooftop. She had her eyes fixated on one of the windows in a particular unit in the apartment building right in front of her, her crystalline hair flying freely with the breeze.

Lips pursing in idle contemplation, Katarina narrowed her eyes at the sight of the demon her fellow Death Sworn had trusted to deliver a soul for its afterlife trial. As she had predicted, the succubus failed the given task and was now entertaining the mortal she had saved from the afterlife.

Katarina harbored no ill-intention towards the soul Evelynn had saved and defied the laws of the afterlife for, but she was a Death Sworn. It was in her nature to bring the spirits to their time of judgment upon the end of their mortal lives. She knows that she has the full capability in reaping Akali's soul from her body, but she didn't do such thing.

It was certainly not because Evelynn was there.

No, it was because the vixen possessed something she wasn't supposed to possess in the first place.

Knowledge.

Evelynn wasn't suppose to know about Katarina's actions, specifically the one that involved the mortal she herself had saved from either eternal peace or the possibility of reincarnation. Instead of bringing the soul for its judgment, she had brought it to a different type of trial.

A trial that made the spirit more than what once was.

It's not a Death Sworn's duty to be involved with the work of the Heavens. They decide if a certain person is worthy in being deemed an angel or a demon. Pure white feathers or satanic-looking wings, it was the Gods above that made that choice.

Yet, Katarina braved through the possible consequences, knocked on Heaven's door and presented a soul she herself saw worthy in becoming one of the many saviours to the people that prayed for the mercy of their Gods.

"Howdy-do, miss."

Katarina's entire form stilled like an actual statue lifeless statue, the blade she had resumed fiddling with earlier dropping out of her hands and vanishing in a small but soundless flash of fire. Leaving her crouched state and standing in her full height, she turned to her right, where another individual joined her at the edge of the structure.

Eyes as gold and delicate as a halo met her gaze and suddenly, she felt like she was mortal again. The feelings she was overcome with upon the breathtaking sight, the emotions that coursed through her like a spell that bound her supposedly heartless self in the embrace of warmth, the sensations was just too incredible to be put into words.

The hat on top of the woman beside her was tipped for a moment, a gesture solely serving as an additional greeting to the one earlier. The dark red lips that reminded her so many things. Blood was one of them, but there was also another.

An emotion she had long-forgotten the feeling of.

"What are you doing here?"

"Of all things to hear, I expected a little howdy in return." The cape-wearing female lightly teased, chuckling as she shook her head. "What's a cowgirl have to do to get that here in the city?"