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"..."

"Stop giving me that glare."

"..."

"Enough is enough!"

"...!"

"You see! This is what I deal with!" Mordekaiser shouted, his fists thudding against the armor of his legs, his red eyes flared with anger, "The silent treatment, every single time! And for what?! Because of a damn pudding cup!?"

"...!"

Sona's blue eyes went wide as her brow furrowed, reaching into her large bosom, between her cleavage, before pulling her hand back out and raising a particular finger. Making an uncapping motion, she moved her fingertip around her lips, as though that gesture were her lipstick, and made it loud and clear to the gothic goliath her feelings on the situation.

Mordekaiser, taken aback by this, motioned his hands out to her as he glared at the summoner, who was making sure to remember that particular gesture, though he held back a grin out of fear for his immortal soul.

"Every time! It drives me insane!

"Well… have you thought of changing your behaviors and not eating her pudding cups?"

"...!"

"We have a shelf!" Mordekaiser roared, "She holds the top part of the ice box, I hold the bottom! Anything in the center shelf is for the both of us to take, which is where she keeps them!"

"However, at this point, regardless of rules regarding shelf space, she has asked you not to take them. That being said, Sona, you are being rather taunting if you leave them where he thinks they might be there to be shared with him."

"..."

"Sona."

"...?"

"I can't counsel you if you don't use your voice. If you have a point to make, this is the place to speak up."

"...!"

"Oh for pity's sake just speak to him," Mordekaiser growled, "I don't care if you say a word to me, I don't even want to hear you right now."
Sona stuck her tongue out at him, before staring right at the Summoner.

"Fine," her voice rang in his head, "If you are so desperate to hear what I have to say, then here it is. I don't care about the stupid pudding. That is just what he thinks this is about. All he's doing right now is showing me how little he cares."

"But you're Sona Buvelle," The Summoner replied, tilting his head, "Without a doubt one of the most beautiful women in the world, you could have any man you desire. Surely if it was so bad with Mordekaiser, you'd just leave him for someone else?"

The Maven's blue eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms, "I have been dating this metal oaf for the past four years, ever since the first PentaKill concert, and he hasn't given me so much as inch of reason to believe he wants anything more than what we have already. It makes me angry."

"Ah, so you're angry about Mordekaiser's commitment?" The summoner asked, jotting down some notes, "You think he's only in it for benefits, not a long term relationship?"

"I don't know what to think. He makes me so angry, with all of his rants of world destruction and how he tracks blood into my house, and don't get me started on his temper! It's enough to make me want to bash my etwahl on his stupid face!"

She furrowed her brows as her eyes flickered to him.

"But then he speaks to me in that damn tone he gets, it's low and soft and it makes my heart race. He touches me with so much sensitivity, I don't know how someone that strong can hold you like a lamb. I want… I want more out of this."

The Summoner nodded, "I see, so you don't really care about your pudding that much at all, it's just minor frustrations are becoming larger because of your overall disatisfaction. Have you spoken to Mordekaiser about this at all? That you want to take the next step?"
"No! I'm a Demacian Noblewoman! He should be proposing to me, he shouldn't-"

"I have had enough," Mordekaiser rumbled, turning to Sona and narrowing his crimson eyes. The juggernaut leaned over to meet her gaze, before letting out a heavy sigh.

"I am sorry that I ate your desserts," He said, "I will make a point of purchasing my own from now on, and will replace the ones I took. This is not a fight I think is worth having, especially not with someone who I value so highly."

Sona stared at him, then back at the summoner.

"Dammit, it's this crap that makes me love him, if only he could just push it further I'd be-"

The Summoner made a motion with his finger to Mordekaiser, the Maven turning to him and going wide eyed. In the man's iron palm was a solid onyx band, a crimson ruby, larger than her fingernail, furnishing the item.

"M-Mordekaiser?!"

"I heard your conversation with the Summoner," He rumbled, "You should have told me sooner. I did not wish to rush such an engagement with you, but if you were waiting on me to propose our union, then here it is. I wish to grip this world beneath my fingers and crush it, just so I may present it to you. Sona Buvelle, will you be my mistress of mayhem, my malevolent Maven, my dark Queen?"

The blue haired woman was practically bouncing as she let out a silent squeak, her mental voice completely erratic from her joy.

"...!"

She leapt up on him and wrapped her arms around him tightly, squeezing him and kissing the black void of his helmet's vizor.

"Yes! Let us drag this world beneath our heels and rule it with extreme force and prejudice, my love!" She squealed, causing the Summoner to twitch, and Mordekaiser to chuckle.

"Now why don't you and I go back to my room and-"

The Summoner went bright red as he listened to what Sona was saying, trying to shut off the mental connection as both Maven and Master of Metal grinned at him.

"We'll be off now, Summoner," Mordekaiser said, lifting his new fiance into his arms, "We have a wedding to plan!"
"And a world to conquer."

With that, the two exited his office, leaving the young man astounded at what the hell had just occurred.

"Alright, this may sting a little bit, but I promise it is for your own good," Soraka said, holding up her hand to Irelia's head, her eyes glowing as she continued her work on mending Irelia's shattered soul. She'd managed to return some of it into the warrior, though a great portion still remained inside of her blade. It hadn't bothered her up until now, but lately, it seemed as if she were becoming two different people. One moment, she was her calm, peaceful self, the next, her memories and anger of the battlefields would surge through her, and she would become wrathful and angry.

"I'm well aware," Irelia said, crossing her legs and folding her hands, forming a meditative stance, "We have done this enough times. I am used to you tugging on the strings of my life at this point."

"Yes, well, no pressure at all when you put it that way," the celestial replied, "Aside from your spirit ripping itself apart, how are you this day?"

"No different than usual," Irelia replied, twitching slightly as she felt Soraka begin her work, feeling as if her skin were being tugged roughly from her chest. This always hurt like hell, but it was nothing compared to that initial blast of Noxian magic she'd managed to catch during the war.

At another sharp sting, however, she winced. It wasn't as bad, but it definitely brought up foul memories.

"I have been focusing more on Ionians internal workings and affairs as of late, due to Karma handling exterior politics for me," She said, "I am exceedingly more concerned with threats from our own country lately. The Order of the Shadows is growing exponentially, that damn Zed and his flunkies practically waving their bottoms at us as we sit back, unable to act on them lest we anger our Kinkou allies. Varus's rampages seem to have cooled, though I cannot say for certain whether or not he will continue to remain our ally out of his former nobility, or if he will turn on us once he realizes his thirst for Noxian blood will never be quenched."

"Ah, well I suppose that's all well and good then," Soraka said.

"As for the Dark Sovereign…"

Soraka froze, her blue skin growing paler as she turned away to continue her spell, "What about her? She's kept in line completely as of late."

Irelia's eyes narrowed, "There's something going on with her, and I don't like that one bit. The way she moves, the way she acts around others, hell, the way she looks lately. Something's going on with her, the question is…"

Irelia's eyes flickered to Soraka's own, her gaze sharper than her sword.

"What exactly is going on with Syndra? I know she was here the other day, I saw her leave. Why was she seeing you, Soraka?"

The Celestial swallowed nervously, her ears twitching as she stopped her spell and smiled.

"I think we are done for today, Irelia," she said, "You should be fine until next we-"
Irelia's hands were on Soraka's collar in seconds, her lips curling into a snarl as she stared her down.

"That Witch watches over our home like a vulture to prey, commanding immense magicks and just waiting for the time to strike. If there is something she is hiding right now, you need to tell me this instant!"

"Nothing!" Soraka said, stammering, "Syndra merely came to me because she was feeling ill, struggling with what she believed to be a serious sickness! I merely informed her that she ATE TOO MANY COOKIES."

Soraka blinked, her throat itchy from that spell, her eyes furrowing as Irelia narrowed her eyes.

"You're telling me that Syndra 'ate too many cookies', and that's why she came here to get your help? Doesn't that seem a bit ridiculous?" Irelia asked,

"I certainly thought so," Soraka said, nodding quickly, "But you know, when a girl's tummy isn't feeling good she should always check!"

Irelia stared at her, before realizing just how threatening she was being to the other. Slowly, she released Soraka's collar, before sighing.

"I'm sorry, Soraka," she said, "I'm just so on edge lately from the spell eating away at me. I don't know what comes over me, I just hear certain names or think certain thoughts, and it just… It takes me to a bad place."

Soraka frowned, but nodded, "It is alright, no harm done,' she said, "Though I do urge you to attempt to mind yourself around others. I can't do much to you, but someone like Syndra, who is bound to experience mood swi-"

She stopped, coughing loudly as her ears drooped, "I mean, well, you know how she is…"

"Yes, Syndra tends to be very emotional and erratic," Irelia growled, "You never know what's going to happen next with her. One minute she's the evil witch who wants to kill us all, the next, she's dating a Summoner and acting like a normal girl. I heard they're even engaged at this p-"

Irelia's world crashed on her when she stared at Soraka, the goat woman letting out a frightened "Bahahaa?"

"Too many sweets, feeling sick, mood swings?!" Irelia asked, her temper flaring again as she stood over Soraka, the wrath of gods in her eyes.

"She's pregnant, isn't she? The fool actually got her pregnant, didn't he?"

Soraka simply let out a frightened whine.

"Soraka! This is very important, how dare you attempt to hide this from me!"

"I can't help it!" She said, "Syndra placed her trust in me and then placed a spell on me to prevent me from talking about it, but I told her I'm a terrible liar! Irelia, you must not do anything rash! The Sovereign is more likely than ever to lash out, and there's a strong chance that she won't even have her PIZZA CRUST!"

Both just looked at one another as Soraka covered her mouth.

"I must speak to Karma about this," Irelia said, twirling around, "This is bad. If the Sovereign has offspring, then she could potentially begin a bloodline force that could wipe us off the face of Valoran."

"I don't think that's her goal at all," Soraka said, trying to keep up with Irelia as the Will of The Blades strutted down the hall, "I think she just desires to be a simple, caring ANTELLOPE to her RABID BEARS!"

Irelia frowned, "Well then I think Ionia should give her a baby shower," she said, "With arrows and swords and daggers."

"Irelia, no!" the other objected, "Syndra only wants to be left alone, and we haven't even given her that. We never stopped spying on her or invading her private life, and she hasn't actually committed a wrong since her first offense, which we still don't even know the full details of! You speak of wanting to protect Ionia, but what good do you do by simply escalating a conflict!?"

Irelia stopped then, before whipping around and sticking her finger promptly into Soraka's chest, staring down the celestial as her eyes glistened.

"Alright, what do you propose we do then? Just let her push the monsters out in peace? Want me to prop up her pillow as the end of days comes to us?"

Soraka shook her head, "No, I believe, if you truly wish to end your feud, you should attempt to reach out to Syndra, especially while she is in this time of uncertainty and unease. Having someone offer a home to you could be the beginning of a lifelong partnership."

Irelia was unconvinced, but she certainly wasn't going to ignore the counsel of a Celestial.

"Let us go to Karma," She growled, "She can be the tie breaker of this, though I want your word that you will not warn Syndra, regardless of either decision."

"My appointment with her is tomorrow! I can't lie, I couldn't even lie with a spell on me!"

"Swear to me that you will withhold this secret!"

"I swear!"

"Good," Irelia scoffed, before turning and beginning to walk again.

Finally, she had the opportunity to strike her enemy. The once godlike mage had come down to the world and regained her mortality.

Irelia began to smile.

Ionia would prevail.