Earning the Pentakayle (Pentakill Kayle TF)

"Call down the reckoning!

To bring back hope and peace!

Restore our gloria, to live forever!

Bring down the dark regime, I know how to unleash eternal power!

Lead us to order!

I am the Lightbringerrrrrrrrr!"

As the final word growled out of Karthus's maw, he cast his bony arms out and the jam-packed crowd suddenly roared to life with a storm of cheers and applause. A triumphant grin stretched across his thin, deathly pale face as he gleefully basked in the all glory and the warmth of the stagelight beaming down upon him for a couple seconds. Yanking his microphone off of its stand, the undead vocalist began to swiftly slide up and down the stage as he waited for the cheers and whoops to die down, the ends of his leathery robes fluttering from the sheer energy that had been steadily brewing up for the past 30 minutes.

"So," Karthus yelled out, savouring the sound of his voice as it pierced and reverberate throughout the building. "Did you guys fucking enjoy that shit?!" As the audience flared up in response, the Deathsinger couldn't help but let out a hearty cackle. "I bet you've got all the songs from our first album, "Smite and Ignite", ingrained into your soul!" the crowed cheered yet again. "But as godlike as those tracks are... I can imagine listening to the same eight songs over and over has gotten a bit boring, huh?"

"No....! Way....! No...! Way...!"

As the chant drifted over and onto the stage, Karthus  "Oh, well that's good to know.... But a couple months ago, the band and I realised that we were sorta being lazy little shits; raking in all our devoted fans' money and doing jackshit with it." He then shrugged. "Well I say doing nothing..." Turning around, he shot Sona a quick wink and a sly smile - but her only response was to cross her arms and make a blush as red as her hair spread across her face as she shot a stony glare back, causing him to shiver before immediately spinning back towards the crowd.

"You know what? I'll just get to the point," Karthus said as he waved a withered hand dismissively. "Basically..." he then brought the mic up as close as possible to his thin dried lips before calmly saying; "For the last couple months the band and I have been putting our heads together, and I can announce to you all, right here right now..." he then inhaled sharply before booming "We've got a new album coming out!" The stadium exploded in a cacaphony of screams and whoops in response, the sea of people in front of Karthus suddenly glittering like a diamond as photo after photo was taken. Karthus couldn't help but let out another gloating laugh at the reaction whilst Sona's expression softened into a gentle smile.

"It's gonna be called "Grasp of the Undying!" he continued. "And, because y'all have been such dedicated fans... We're gonna play one of our new songs right fucking now!" As the crowd continued to clamour, Karthus turned around and nodded at his other bandmates, Mordekaiser and Yorick. The Iron Revenant and Shepard of the Isles  nodded back before readying their guitars whilst Olaf picked up his drumsticks whilst Sona unfolded her arms and placed her hands onto her spiked black keyboard. But just before the band could begin playing their new song, all the lights in the stadium abruptly turned off and a high pitched screech of feedback erupted from Karthus's microphone. 

"What the fuck?" he hissed as the crowd's cheers quickly plummeted into murmurs and jeers. " God damn it Yorick, did your "stage-hands" mess around with the equipment again?"

As Karthus glared at the undead bass guitarist, he noticed that his misty grey eyes were looking at something behind him just as he raised a muscular tattooed arm to point at whatever it was behind Karthus. "I-It isn't them, it's...!" A red energy suddenly started pooling around Karthus's microphone stand and he immediately started to slowly back away from it - someone was teleporting onto the stage! A couple moments later a winged figure clad in golden glowing medieval armour appeared on the stage holding a fiery sword in their hand. Although it was near impossible to make out their face, Karthus could feel their righteous gaze burning into his - but his reaction to this intimidating figure was to simply sigh in frustration and flop his arms.

"Kayle, what the fuck is wrong with you?! Get off the damn stage, you're ruining our moment!"

The Judicator shook her head. "This "concert" is over, Karthus." She said in stern, sharp tone. "The horrendous racket you call "music" is way beyond public volume limit, and the League have received enough complaints from the local populace of this city to - "

"IT IS NOT OUR FAULT THAT SOME MORTALS ARE TOO FRAIL TO HANDLE OUR MUSIC," Mordekaiser interrupted with a deep, booming snarl. Even though he easily dwarfed everyone in the entire building, let alone the stage, Kayle didn't appear to be even the slightest bit afraid of him.

"I have permission from the League to end this event, effective immediately." She stated as pointed her sword at the Iron Revenant. "If you will not cease this concert and vacate the premises as swiftly as possible, I have the right to escort you out - by force if necessary."

"Is that so?" Karthus sneered before yanking his microphone stand. "I'd like to see you escort us out after this!" He then slammed the stand on the stage, but instead of a simple thud, a thundering boom echoed out and somehow cut through all the crowd's raucous jeering and booing. Flicking his right hand out, the small purple tome that was laced with spikes suddenly ripped itself off of his belt and landed square on his pale palm before flinging itself open and fluttering its pages wildly. As this happened,  the Deathsinger placed the mic to his mouth and took sharp intake of breath before releasing a shrill, bonechilling wail from the depths of his throat that immediately blanketed out all other sound. A couple seconds later, and Kayle looked up as an ominous spectral green beam began to converge and build up on the spot she was standing on...

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"I fucking hate that fucking stuck-up bitch!" Karthus yelled, downing the contents of the fifth shot glass he'd had that evening before suddenly throwing it against the inside window of the Pentakill tour bus - the other members flinched as it shattered upon impact and sent dozens of little shards scattering across the dark carpeted floor.

"Well she is the Judicator," Yorick sighed as he resumed rubbing an already greasy looking cloth up and down the neck of his guitar. "The League made her the head of their Tribunal, so that means she's allowed to enforce the law-"

"It was a rhetorical question, Yorick!" Karthus snapped back before quickly adding; "That fucking magic invulnerability bullshit she pulled off just as my Requiem spell was about to hit her was the damn icing on the cake, too."

"I dunno," remarked Olaf as he rested his boots on the table opposite Sona, who kept giving the mud coated soles occasional glares of disgust. "I thought it looked kinda rad."

Trying his best to ignore the Freljordian drummer, Karthus placed his head into his hands. "Fuuuuck me, I looked like such an idiot! In front of all our fans, too!" Looking at Karthus and sighing, Sona played a couple soft notes on her keyboard, and he simply nodded lamely. "I know I know, the true fans'll stick with us no matter what happens," he said as he wiped underneath his nonexistent nose. "But this isn't the first time that Kayle's shut us down - she did it a couple months back in Ionia and that time she didn't allow us to even enter Demacia?! If she keeps this up, we'll be stuck performing in garages and indie events for eternity!"

"What are we gonna do about it, then?" asked Yorick, but Karthus just shrugged.

"I don't know." he sighed. "There's got to be something we can-" It was then that somebody knocked on the doors of the tour bus, causing everyone's head to dart up and look at the front doors of the bus.

"...Morde, go see who that is." Karthus said; the Iron Revenant stood up and began to lumber across the bus, his strides causing the vehicle to quake slightly with every pounding step he took as he approached doors, opened them and peered down at the unexpected visitor.

"WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF AN 'AFTER CONCERT BREAK'," he stated. "ASKING FOR AUTOGRAPHS, SELFIES OR GUITAR LESSONS WILL RESULT IN YOUR VERY SLOW AND VERY, VERY PAINFUL DEMISE."

"Then it's a good thing I'm not here for any of those, Mordekaiser." replied a rather husky, feminine voice in a calm manner. "I wish to speak to your lead singer - that's Karthus, right?" Karthus and Sona faced each other and squinted at the seemingly familiar sound of the voice whilst Morde turned his head towards Karthus, his red glowing eyes peering down at him as he silently waited for an order.

"Is that...?" Karthus muttered before saying; "Morde, they can come in."

Mordekaiser trudged back to his seat followed by another winged figure just like Kayle stepping into the bus - but she looked completely different to the Judicator: Waves of unruly purple hair cascaded out and down her back; drooping in front of her face to the point where  she had to keep pushing it back in order to get it out of the way of her piercingly pale eyes. Unlike Kayle, this woman wasn't wearing any armour - in fact she was wearing very little at all besides from a purple metallic bra and a dark skirt that just barely hugged around her rather wide hips, exposing pretty much all of her creamy pale skin and leaving very little to the imagination. And just unlike Kayle her wings were a rotten black colour; the tattered feathers on them had molted away so much that it left them looking extremely bony - combined with her rather lithe frame one would think she was weak or sickly, but everyone in the room knew this wasn't so.

"Hello Karthus," she said before smiling smugly. "I believe we have something to talk about?"

"What the are you doing here, Morgana?" Karthus snarled as Sona slammed a hand down hard on her keyboard, causing a harsh dissonant note to screech throughout the bus.

A thin smile grew on the Fallen Angel's lips. "What's with all the hostility? I've only come here to talk."

"I dunno, it kinda fucking sucks when I can't move for a fucking century whenever I get hit by that broken snare of yours." Sona huffed in agreement with Karthus, giving the Fallen Angel one of her sharp glares, but Morgana either didn't notice or simply didn't care.

"I don't have a problem with it," Olaf chuckled as he rested his head in his hands, but he was ignored yet again so he simply tilted his stetson over his eyes and tried to get some rest.

Letting out a soft chuckle, Morgana waved a hand dismissively. "What happens in the Rift stays in the Rift, Deathsinger. I'm not here to make things difficult for you - in fact I'll have you know that I'm here for the exact opposite."

"Whaddya mean?" Karthus asked as he poured out another shot.

Morgana raised an eyebrow. "Do I really need to spell it out for you considering what's happened tonight?"

"You sorta interrupted me as I was in the middle of trying to forget what happened tonight." he then downed the shot and started to pour out another.

"Right..." she muttered as she watched this. "Basically, I think it's perfectly clear that we both share a common hatred for a certain someone."

"Teemo?"

"No, my sister."

Karthus blinked. "Your... your sister?"

Morgana let a long, weary sigh. "Kayle?"

Karthus spewed out his eighth shot, the fine mist just stopping short of landing on Morgana. "Wait wait wait... Kayle is your sister?" he exclaimed. "No fucking way! Are you actually serious? But you two don't even look the same!"

Morgana rolled her eyes. "I know it's very shocking to hear, but that's really not important right now - what is is how we're going to deal with her."

"Uh, yeah... did you have somethin' in mind? Seeing as killing her is completely out of the question."

The Fallen Angel nodded. "I do have something in mind, and it won't harm a single hair on her head: You see Karthus, Kayle has always been a goody two shoes ever since she was born she loved following the rules to the letter, enjoyed making others fall in line with them.. and if I'm honest, I think she enjoys punishing people for breaking them even more - it's thanks to her that  I'm called "The Fallen Angel" in the first place." She said, gesturing at her wilted wings. "So when word of your band touring Runeterra reached the Tribunal, I'm not surprised at all that she's decided to make it her life's work to stop you in any and every way possible."

Yorick then cleared his throat before saying; "It doesn't help that three out of the five of us are undead," he waved a hand in a triangle position between himself, Karthus and Mordekaiser. "And that she's an angelic being - it's probably in her nature to just despise every fiber of our being."

"Damn right, Yorick." Karthus said as he peered down at his empty shot glass. "I mean, massing an army of the dead is something me and Morde already do as a hobby! This whole "Pentakill" thing I thought up is just my way of taking a break from all that and having fun. I just... I just wish she would-"

"- See things from your perspective?" finished Morgana with a sultry chuckle. "I have to admit I've thought the same thing myself for the past thousand years or so... But what if I told you that such a thing was possible? That with my help, we could... enlighten Kayle's mind and show her the world from a different point of view?"

Karthus raised an eyebrow. "Right... but how would we do such a thing? I am a highly experienced necromancer, and even I don't know any kind of spell that could adjust a person's mind."

A smug smirk crossed Morgana's face yet again as she answered; "With your music and my magic of course - only that type of magic used by our species can truly affect Kayle. All I have to do is enchant all your instruments and microphones, and the second Kayle start's to hear it she'll begin to change and should gradually  become more... accepting of it. Once that's happen, I'm sure she's bound to leave you alone and - "

"AND THEN WE SHALL ENSLAVE HER IMMORTAL SOUL TO THE SHADOW ISLES!" Mordekaiser boomed before raising a gloved fist and letting out an ominous laugh from underneath the pitch blackness of his metallic helmet. However, he quickly became aware that none of his bandmates or Morgana were laughing: Olaf had woken up and was clearly eyeing him suspiciously, Sona's mouth and eyes were wide open in silent shock, Karthus and Morg just looked confused and only had raised eyebrows, whilst Yorick had taken out his distinctive stone spade out from somewhere and was warily slapping its' hilt against his palm. The Iron Revenant's laughter had begun to awkwardly falter at this sight and eventually coughed before turning his head towards one of the windows as if something had suddenly caught his attention.

"...And I'm sure she'll allow your band to continue touring Runeterra." Morgana finished as Yorick slipped his spade into a hidden compartment underneath one of the many black leather sofas lining the tour bus. "So what do you think, Karthus?"

Karthus cackled, clapped his hands and rubbed them together. "Sounds like we got ourselves a plan! But when do we start?"

"I could start right now, but it'll take a couple days - are you sure you can wait that long?"

"Yeah, I was planning on taking a couple days to prepare for our new song... hah, and Kayle'll be the first out of all our fans to hear it!"

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About five days later Kayle found herself in the Piltover Stadium for a second time that week, although this time she was just in the wings keeping her eyes on Pentakill as they got ready for their practice concert: She had to admit she was relatively surprised when she received a letter of apology from them where they not only promised to keep things reasonably quieter whenever they performed from now on, but also invited her to the actual concert night to make sure they adhered to her standards.

But even now she couldn't help but laugh at the letters' contents; especially one portion in particular - "we promise to keep things reasonably quieter"! As if the droll screeching they made with their so called instruments could ever be anything less than a tasteless, jarring cacophony! And not only did she dislike their music, but Kayle also loathed their crudeness; how Karthus couldn't go a sentence without swearing or cussing at least twice, and how they all enjoyed filling their bodies with copious amounts of alcohol and smoke when they weren't performing. And she could at least tolerate the music if the lyrics they sung were at least somewhat thought provoking - but they weren't of course; only concerned bout death, war and all kinds of grim, violent things that Kayle detested vehemently.

"Are you guys fucking ready?!" Karthus suddenly shouted into the mic, causing Kayle to immediately tune out whatever else he had to say as the crowd cheered in response. As she waited for them to start their performance, she spotted a white flicker of movement in the bottom right corner of her vision. Looking down, Kayle almost gagged as she saw that one of Yorick's minions - Mistwalkers if she recalled correctly - was standing right next to her and sniffing at her greaves with its' featureless pale face! Unable to tolerate the small ghoul's presence for a second longer, Kayle kicked it and sent it flying into a wall, although it quickly stood back up and opened its' maw to unleash a hoarse hiss at her before hobbling off backstage.

Kayle refocused her attention back onto the stage just as Pentakill started their concert; almost instantly the harsh grinding of guitars and bashing of drums sent shivers down her spine and almost made the Judicator to stop the performance right then and there - how anybody could listen to these songs every day was beyond her comprehension. But as the song progressed, Kayle noticed that it seemed to sound... different to what they usually played - it must have been the song they were about to play before she interrupted their previous concert. Folding her arms as she forced herself to keep listening, the Judicator eventually started to hear an actual melody or rhythm pushing itself out of the all the din - it was as if her ears had finally adjusted somehow and she could actually begin to tolerate the music; Kayle huffed and shook her head as she jokingly wondered if that was a good or bad thing The music then swelled as Karthus started to sing what must have been the chorus, and Kayle decided she might as well actually pay attention to what he was singing for once:

"Inside this world

There is no way back to forgiving us!

Undone, deliverer!

The sinful and the saviors of the innocent!

And so

Keepers of old

Keep us from cold

Let us fight once more

Till our honor is restored!"

Halfway through the lyrics however, Kayle realised that she was  slightly nodding her head and tapping her foot to the rhythm. She had to admit, this song seemed to be a definite improvement compared to their previous work, which was pretty decent now that she thought about it - Kayle's heart skipped a beat at that thought. Was she... was she starting to like the music? That wasn't possible, she'd hated how rough and ear-gratingly loud it was... and yet now she found herself starting to appreciate the power and strength that flowed effortlessly out of the riffs and drumbeats... Staring at the band as they continued performing, Kayle noticed something strange about their instruments - every couple of seconds they seemed to emit an oh so familiar looking purple glow... Kayle's eyes widened as she finally realised what - or rather who it reminded her of: Morgana, her exiled sister! The fallen angel must have cursed Pentakill's instruments to do... something to her as they performed! Turning around on her heels, Kayle began to race away from the stage - she needed to get as far away as possible from the stage before the spells' effects, whatever they were, could fully sink in.

As Karthus sang on stage, he took a quick peek at the stage wings and his shriveled husk of a heart plummeted as he saw that Kayle was no longer standing in the wings: Crap, did she leave before Morgana's magic could get to her? It didn't matter - regardless of what happened next, he was gonna just keep on rocking and rolling until he di... ah, never mind.

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Kayle was stumbling down a hallway now, but she couldn't tell which one: She'd been briskly walking her way out of the stadium what felt like a minute or so ago, feeling completely fine if a bit worried - but then a feverish heat suddenly surged through her body from head to toe and clouded her mind to the point where her brain was wrapped in a tight, throbbing migraine-like ache; it didn't help that with every step she took her vision wobbled and blurred like some sort of kaleidoscope, or that her armour clinked and clanged with the slightest of movements. She... she needed to find a good place to just sit down and refocus before teleporting back to the League - perhaps Soraka, Nami or Sona would be able to cure the affliction currently coursing through her body with their magic. However it got to the point were even  just walking around was a massive effort, and as she rested an arm against the wall to keep herself from completely toppling onto the ground. Fortunately just when it seemed that she wouldn't be able to walk for much longer, Kayle came across a door - desperate for a way out she pushed it open and staggered inside to find... nothing but complete darkness. But then before she could react, the door behind her was slammed shut and she immediately turned around, pounding a fist on the door hard and fast. 

"Wait!" she shouted, gritting her teeth as her annoyingly surprised voice bounced around the inside of her helmet. "There's someone in here! You have to let me out!" The only response she got was a shrill and raspy cackle - one of Yorick's Mistwalkers had locked her inside the room! But where was she...? As if somebody had read her mind, the lights then flickered on and Kayle gasped as she saw four words plastered on the door in front of her: "EVENT MERCHANDISE STORAGE ROOM." Slowly turning around only confirmed her fears as she found her surrounded by rows and rows of black leather shirts, jackets and trousers that were emblazoned with the Pentakill logo like some sort of demonic sigil - were Karthus and the others trying to torture her for what she'd done?!

Clenching her fists, Kayle tried to compose herself and started to walk around, her eyes scanning around for any sign of an exit door. But as she searched it felt that just simply moving her eyes was causing her headache to worsen. Kayle wondered if she would just faint soon as it was starting to feel like she was being slowly cooked by her armour with the buckets of sweat that were pouring down the sides of her head. Fortunately it was then that her eyes fell upon a swivel chair that was next to a dressing room table - sighing with relief, Kayle wobbled over and practically collapsed into the chair, sighing with relief now that she could finally relax. Gently turning the chair around to face the table so as not to irritate her migraine, Kayle pulled the golden gauntlets off of her hands and placed them onto the wooden desk before reaching up and grabbing her helmet, which came off with a simple tug and twist. Placing it in her lap, she let out a low sigh as a cool, air conditioned current caressed her clammy skin; the ache in her head immediately soothing slightly, but Kayle groaned as she then felt the uncomfortable heat simply move down to her chest-plate.

Looking up to stare at her reflection however, Kayle frowned at what she saw in the mirror: It seemed that her skin was not only sweaty now, but had also gained a rather sickly pale complexion - although she admitted this was likely due to her hardly ever taking her helmet off unless it was to sleep or eat, she was absolutely certain that her divine species weren't supposed to ever fall ill in the first place! The closest she stared, the more she noticed that her skin wasn't all that was different now: Her usually golden, sunny hair seemed to have lost some vibrancy and looked more like a snowy, platinum colour and her sky blue irises were now a cloudy grey... but the strangest change had to be her lips as they were now as black as charcoal! Curious and concerned, Kayle firmly rubbed a finger against her mouth and pulled back to see that her fingertips carried a black smudge them... lipstick? Out of all the horrific and crippling afflictions the curse could have put on her, Morgana had decided that the worst one was makeup? Her sisters' heinous plans were truly starting to become quite petty now; all Kayle would have to do to solve this was simply wash this all off with a towel and -

A spark of pain suddenly flashed through the Judicator's head, causing her to grimaced and grip the plastic arms of the chair as the headache flared momentarily; causing her to feel nauseous again. Steeling her resolve, Kayle forcefully shook her head and pushed herself up off the chair. "This curse better fucking end soon or else I'll..." the Judicator faltered as she realised that she'd swore for the first time in... in her entire life -  She'd been disciplined at a young age to speak eloquently and politely to everyone regardless of how they treated her, and her time as a warrior had only served to enforce this behavior... But yet despite those centuries of experience and self control, a small part of her mind thought that was a stupid way to live: If people wanted to give her shit, they better be able to take it too! Normally Kayle would've questioned such a strange yet small voice, but she was too irritated by discomfort to even bother.

Quickly taking off her pauldrons, Kayle pulled her arms inside her chest-plate and pushed it up and off of her body, slipping out and grabbing it before gently placing it on the table next to her helmet and gloves so that it didn't aggravate her headache - as more of that wonderful cool air touched her body now, a faint blush grew on the Judicator's face as she actually felt an element of satisfaction from the sensation. Looking at herself in the mirror once again, she noticed the  simple straps of cloth she wore tightly over her round breasts in order to protect them in the strict confines of her armor. Although she felt much better now, Kayle knew she couldn't just leave this place semi-naked... but as she continued staring at her body, Kayle couldn't help but smile a little as she realised just how toned and athletic her form was: So many other female champions in the League of Legends received compliments on their figures - Ahri, Miss Fortune and Sona came to mind - perhaps it was time to give her fans a little a treat and show them what they've been missing underneath all her armour~... But perhaps after some careful c-consideration, of course! Beginning to slowly unravel the wrapping on her bosom, Kayle couldn't help but laugh softly as she realised how grateful she was that the Mistwalker had locked the door - she wasn't entirely sure how she'd react if someone just burst in right now and saw her half naked... perhaps she'd use the more snappy part of her self that was seemingly emerging to tell them to fu... to get out.

The straps falling lazily to the floor, Kayle sighed as her breasts were finally freed from their confines and rested naturally against her chest. Looking down at them caused another frown to form on her face however - she could've sworn that her bosom looked... well, more buxom than before; seeming to be slightly rounder, bigger and perkier than she recalled. Of course she'd never really looked at them for more than a couple seconds at night-time before slumping into bed, but there was just something about them now that just seemed different... It was then that Kayle felt a sharp, heated jolt of pleasure shoot out from one her left breast - as she was lost in her thoughts, one of her hands had just gone and placed itself there, her dainty glossy black-nailed fingers gently kneading and massaging the pillowy flesh.

Biting down hard on her lip to stifle the moan that was about to slip out of her mouth, Kayle shuddered quietly as she let it slowly whisper out underneath a shaky sigh. Her mind was now clouded not only with surprise but with arousal - she... she'd never anything like this before in her entire life! She'd been brought up told that this sort of "self indulgence" was wrong, but if that was the case... why did it feel so good? Sighing heavily, Kayle moved her hand away from her chest and balled her other one into a tight fist: She had to focus on... on... on beating the spell! All of this newfound need was just part of Morgana's curse... a curse that was remarkbly pleasurable, yes, but a curse nonetheless!

Turning around to find a replacement for her chestplate, Kayle rolled her eyes as she saw there was only one real option available: A black Pentakill themed top with a rather generously sized gap on the chest. Heading over to one of the dozens of shirts in front of her, Kayle pulled one off the hanger and swiftly put it on, gasping as the fabric softly grazed her nipples - "Don't fucking do it, Kayle!" she hissed under her breath, ignoring how seamlessly she'd sworn. Once the tingling desire to resume fondling herself had faded away, Kayle opened her eyes to stare at herself in the mirror yet again: She felt a little humiliated wearing such scanty attire as the top just barely reached down to her navel and exposed her tight midriff - it didn't help that that the slit on the front was actually designed to be a cleavage window, giving anyone who looked at her a good peek at her breasts, and unsurprisingly to Kayle, the idea didn't seem so bad now to her...~ She had to admit, this was much more comfortable compared to lumbering around in that heavy armour all the time.

Continuing to stare at her reflection, Kayle's eyes moved down to her lower half and she then put a hand on her waist: Although she no longer felt that dreadful feverish heat anywhere on her body, it seemed a little stupid to walk out of here wearing the rest of her armour as its' bright, elegant design clearly clashed with the punkish black top she now wore - of course she didn't need to look far as there were rows and rows of tight leathery jeans right behind her. Slipping out of her greaves and boots, Kayle placed them on the table with the rest of her armour before turning around and grabbing the first pair she saw - as she stepped into them and pulled them up, she shivered as she felt the velvety material slowly slide up her long slender legs - they felt remarkably snug against her skin, almost as if they'd somehow been tailor made for her body... or was her sister's curse adjusting her body to fit the clothing? Kayle didn't really care as she gave her reflection another once over - and damn, she had to admit she liked what she saw: Just as she felt, the trousers were definitely very skintight as the leathery clung to her legs and showed off their shapely, lean form. The spiky belt she wore had an almost blood coloured ruby on its' buckle, and as she finished clipping it together, she could've sworn it had started to glow - or was it just sparkling from all the lights on the ceiling?

Placing her hands on the belt, Kayle shifted on the spot as she tried to adjust her trousers to be more fitting - although the way they hugged her hips was perhaps a good enough sign. But as Kayle did this, she reflexively turned around on the spot... and immediately after she did, she found herself standing completely still as her turned head stared directly at her reflection - or rather a very particular part of it: She wasn't sure why, but the trousers seemed to be really accentuating her rear - a cheeky grin grew on Kayle's face as she corrected that boring word - she had an ass, and an undeniably good one too! Just like her tits earlier, Kayle had never notice her backside before, but now she wasn't entirely sure she'd ever be able to stop giving it all the attention it deserved... and she was definitely sure that many others would now, too~

There was no denying it now, Kayle couldn't help but just feel the sex appeal oozing out of every fiber of her being, but she couldn't help but feel like it could be improved... looking down she realised that she was still barefoot; her toenails now coated in the same inky black polish that coated her fingers. Obviously the solution to this problem was once again behind her, although it was a little bit further down from the dressing table. Grabbing a pair of shiny black knee high boots, Kayle slipped her feet into them and zipped them up, grateful that she was able to actually stand on one leg without toppling over immediately. Even just standing there... Kayle couldn't help but just feel so incredibly sexy - she was already quite statuesque, but she wasn't exactly complaining about the extra height added by the heels, or the way she could feel them making her butt poke out even more~ Walking her way back over to the mirror, Kayle noticed that her gait had more of a sway to it now - the way her hips sashayed from side to side with each step reminded her of Miss Fortune's strutting, and the there was just something about that constant click clack of her heels against the floorboards that felt both powerful and sensual. As she headed over however, she quickly yanked a spiky leather jacket and put it on - there was just something about its' dark, punkish design that really called out to her now, and it just felt so snug on her body.

Standing at the dressing table yet again, Kayle couldn't resist turning back around to stare at her ass for a second time; it really was much rounder and perkier now thanks to the boots - a sharp, lustful gasp came out of her as one of her hands instantly moved down and gripped some of the bubbly flesh, rubbing and groping her cheek through the tight black leather. The thought to stop what she was doing reappeared, but it longer had the same strength or willpower backing it as it did barely less than ten minutes ago - instead Kayle remembered that not only was the door locked, but that were was concert going on - even now she could hear the muffled thumping and grinding mix of guitars and drumbeats pulsing throughout the building.

Slinking down onto the swivel chair, Kayle noticed a large lock of her snowy blonde hair drooping over her left eye that wouldn't go away no matter how much she tried to pull it back - looking in the mirror, Kayle gasped as she discovered that her hair had changed: Not only was it now completely platinum, but its' usual shoulder length had now completely restyled itself, with the right half being completely shaven and the rest being flicked and pushed over to the left side of her head in messy fashion and ending in a cluster of spikes that complimented her new style. Kayle's eyes then focused on themselves in the reflection - or rather what was now surrounding them as a smoky eyeshadow that was as black as her lipstick decorated her eyelids, causing her grey eyes to stand out even more against her pale skin. She smirked as she realised how much more narcisi.. narcot... self loving she had become thanks to her sister's curse.

"And speaking of self loving...~" Kayle muttered, seemingly unaware of how much huskier her voice sounded compared to the stern but soft tone it usually had as she was too busy paying attention to the curious hand that was now slowly sliding its' way down her midriff, the sensation of her palm gliding against her soft silky skin sending trickles up and down her spine, the strange sensation causing her breaths to get hotter and heavier already  - as her dainty, black nailed hand began to slip underneath her trousers and her now lacy black panties, a small voice in the back of mind told her that this was wrong... but that was precisely why she was doing this in the first place~

As two very curious fingers began to approach her slit, Kayle let out a moan as they hastily slipped inside and were immediately enveloped with the warm wetness that clamped snugly around the digits and an odd but undeniably exciting filling sensation appeared in her crotch. Even though her fingers hadn't even moved yet, the sheer fact that they were inside her was causing waves and waves of pleasure to wash over her entire body - her mind fizzled and sparkled with a bliss that she'd never truly experienced in all her thousands of years, and as she leant her head back and screwed her eyes tight shut, she decided that she'd certainly have to make up for all that lost time... Her fingers started to slowly push back and forth, and the feeling of something thick and wide carressing her walls caused her to let out a long, low and lustful moan to sneak out of her lips - how had she never done this before? Heh, knowing Morgana... that bitch had definitely done this plenty of times herself knowing that her stuck up older sister would never know this... this delight. Kayle wondered if what she was doing right now was a part of Morgana's spell, or if this was something she was doing herself... even if it was the first one, she'd definitely try and continue with the second as she started to increase the pace of her fingering - it was then that her hips suddenly thrusted forward in response. Whilst it was obviously just a very simple motion... there was something so animalistic and instinctive about it, especially considering her divine origins... that just made it so fucking hot~

"Ahhhh~! I bet they never thought I'd end up enjoying this so fucking much~!" she wailed as her feet propped themselves up against the edge of the dressing table so her hips could continue to rock back and forth against her fingers as they burrowed deeper and deeper into territory that had been unexplored for far, far too long. Every time her fingers pulled back, her hips instantly followed them with a greedy thrust so that she was always quite literally filled with satisfaction and cause a trembling warmth to build up around her abdomen for the past couple minutes - Kayle wasn't sure what this feeling was but it seemed to just get better and better as long as she kept fingerfucking herself, so she fastened the pace of her jabs and -

"Oh shit~!" She gasped as the warmth suddenly unleashed itself as a torrent of blissful sparks blazed across her body - it was as if her fingers had been poking directly at it for the past five minutes and it now pierced through, causing a stickiness to coat her hand and ooze out of her slit. A long, passionate cry forced its way out of Kayle's throat, and she opened her gooey black laps into a perfect "O" face; her eyes screwing shut as she vocalised her first ever orgasm with an "YEEEEEES~!" Her breasts rising up and down with every laboured breath she took now, a small moan underscoring each one as she began to ride the waves of pleasure flowing through her mind. However it didn't take long for her to begin slowly climbing back down, and as Kayle began to relax she took her feet off the table and slid her hand out of her trousers, letting out a shaky sigh as she felt the thick length of her fingers leave for the final time... but certainly not the last, heh~

Leaning back on the chair, Kayle sat there for a minute or so before spontaneously leaping out and standing up straight. Looking at her reflection for the final time, the Juicy... the Judgy... the newest member of Pentakill adjusted her trousers, smirking as she felt the leather hug her ass even tighter than it already was. Giving herself a sultry wink, she then headed over to the locked door and simply kicked at it with one of her spiked high heeled boots; sending it flying off the hinges - damn, it felt good to do that~! Fortunately there was nobody around to see what had happened, but as if they would be able to stop someone like her anyways! Sauntering down the hallway Kayle considered heading back towards the stage, but she decided that she'd rather say hello her new bandmates in a more comfortable setting than this boring old stadium... and she knew a very good place to wait for them.

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Karthus and the others were walking quietly back to their bus, their concert having finished only ten minutes ago. Whilst the performance had been a major success, with all their fans clearly loving the new album... the band couldn't help but feel dismayed at the fact that it was likely their final proper concert - Kayle had left quite early in the performance and never returned; when they headed over to the storage room and saw the storage room door completely ripped off of its' hinges... Karthus couldn't even bear to look inside and just immediately headed over to their bus for another night of shot drinking.

"Look, no matter what happens now..." he said glumly to the others as they approached their massive black tour bus. "I just want you guys to know that I couldn't ask for a better group to call my band." Whilst Olaf, Mordekaiser and Yorick didn't respond, Sona played a couple of solemn sounding notes on her keyboard that echoed briefly across the otherwise silent car park. As they got closer and closer to the vehicle that was now their home for the foreseeable future, Karthus noticed that the front doors were open; a ray of light spilling out and onto the pavement. The sight scared Karthus so much that for the briefest moment he was actually sure that his heart started beating again, and he immediately glided over to and inside the bus.

"What the hell is going on?!" he shouted as he floated inside - and what he saw made him gasp: At least five empty bottles were scattered around glass table that was bolted onto the floor of the bus along with countless shot glasses that rolled around on the floor. On the left row of leathery chairs that glistened under the multiple tiny spotlights fixed into the ceiling was a winged figure wearing what seemed to be Pentakill merchandise laying on their  back, one arm draped over their face as the other hung limply, their black nailed fingers just barely holding onto shot glass dripping little bits of freljordian vodka onto the floor.

"Who the fuck are you?" Karthus sneered as he drifted over and grabbed the woman's arm. "God damn fans... how did you even get in here?" the Deathsinger reached a hand out and wrapped his fingers around her wrist - but the second he did they suddenly sprung up and wrapped their hand around his wrist to pull themselves up. Their hair was a very pale blonde; their skin was even paler and their wings seemed to be made out of leather and metal highlights. But despite all this, Karthus couldn't help but think that the woman looked familiar somehow...

"Let go of me, damnit!" she snarled, pushing herself up off the couch and wobbling on the spot for a couple seconds - a tiny yet piercing smash rose up from the ground as her other hand finally let go of the shot glass, sending shards across the floor. Now that he had a good look at her face, Karthus frowned as he focused more on the woman's features and not on the black, shadowy makeup that covered her face. Placing a hand on her hip, the woman said "Geez, I would think you'd recognise the woman you spent so much time and effort to bewitching."

Karthus immediately backed away from Kayle. "No... no fucking way...!"

"What is it, Karthus?" said Yorick as both he and the other members finally entered the bus - and just like their leader, their eyes all widened as they noticed the winged woman and quickly realised just who it was.

"God damn, I guess Morgana's spell was a little bit too strong..." Olaf muttered, his eyes curiously roaming up and down for a couple seconds.

"At least she likes our music now..." Yorick said, blinking as if he couldn't believe what he seeing. "Although I think we've made her enjoy it a little too much."

Mordekaiser crossed his arms, his red eyes slanting slightly as he studied the ex-Judicator. "I PREFERRED HER MORE WITH THE ARMOR ON."

Sona gasped silently before playing three dramatic notes on her keyboard.

"K-Kayle, wait, I can explain!" Karthus yelped before taking another couple steps back. "We didn't expect all this to happen to you - we just wanted you to let us play our music, please don't-"

"Would you just shut up for one second?!" Kayle yelled - Karthus immediately did so, but not out of compliance. "I don't know what the hell you guys did to me..." she growled as she began to move forward, only stopping once she was directly in front of the Deathsinger and her grey eyes glared directly into his pale orbs. "But I have only one thing to say... Thanks~"

Karthus blinked. "You.. what?"

Kayle's black lips suddenly parted into a smile. "Like seriously, you guys have no idea how fucking amazing I feel! It's as if for the first time in thousand years I've finally been able to let my hair down, and it's all thanks to you guys~!" She then lunged forward, and Karthus flinched - only to feel Kayle's arms wrap around his waist as she embraced him in a brief hug that he awkwardly, cautiously returned. "Now that I'm like this, I can really see what a stuck up bitch I was being to you all." She then pulled away and looked at the rest of her bandmates behind Karthus. "I feel like I gotta repay you somehow... maybe I could join your band or somethin'?"

Karthus laughed. "Okay, that's where I'm drawing the line on my disbelief! You really think we are gonna let you join our band after you spent all this time trying to break it apart? It's clear that we've managed to change waaay more than your mind, but I doubt that means you have the pure talent or the raw skill needed to join our band in the first place."

Kayle huffed and said, "Oh yeah?"

Karthus readied his mic stand and let out a guttural yet melodic "Yeaaaah!" However, the smug look on his face was almost instantly wiped off as Kayle unexpectedly darted her hands out and snatched the stand out of his grasp - before he could even react, Kayle took a deep breath before belting out a long, piercing and husky "Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah~!", the power behind it causing the black tinted windows surrounding to vibrate hazardously for a couple moments before spontaneously and violently shattering outwards. As the cool midnight air quickly filled the room, the Deathsinger and his bandmates simply stood there in speechless awe at the woman in front of them.

"So then," Kayle said as she shoved the stand back at Karthus. "We good to go?"

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Many of Pentakil's fans were surprised and suspicious when after merely days of announcing their newest album, they also announced a new vocalist. It wasn't so much the role of this member that caused controversy as it was their identity - there were initial rumors that Kayle was somehow holding the band hostage after they continued perform after her rather infamous stage invasion. However their doubts were soon forgotten about when she and Karthus performed the song "Frozen Heart" together, with their voices managing to compliment and harmonize with each other perfectly. The band soon saw success that they'd never seen before; not just because of the popularity surrounding their newest member but also because said member wasn't trying to stop them from performing in the first place. Five months later however, it seemed that the spell the band and Morgana had created finally wore off and Kayle immediately returned to working as Judicator of the Tribunal and claimed that her brief time as a member of Pentakill was "just a phase". Yet despite this, many who work in the League of Legends could swear they could hear the faint grinding of an electric guitar coming from within Kayle's chambers ocassionally... along with some other intriguing sounds, too.