Undead Spies and Treason

Elise had a great deal on her mind both good and ill. She was becoming quite intrigued by the dark summoner. He would make a strong ally but the risks were high indeed. She didn't want to think of the costs if they failed and found themselves in the hands of the king. It was such thoughts that caused her to miss the eyes that had been on her since she had entered her lands.

When she arrived at the cave that was her home. While some would call it disgusting to live in a cave filled with spiders it was paradise to her. Dark, quite and filled with her beloved children. What more could a girl want. She noticed the agitation in her lovelies but didn't think on it. She was weary from the boat and walk. All she wanted to do was relax. "You would not believe what has happened my lovelies. Azazel is a very interesting man. I think I choose wisely to side with him instead of staying loyal to the king. I think he will appreciate me and not seek to humiliate me by choosing other females when I am obviously the better woman."

Elise continued to speak to her children but nothing of import. Before long she was resting her eyes and dozing in her chair.

Only moments before she had been relaxing and had her eyes closed trying to forget all the stresses that had occupied her thoughts. Then she heard Yorick. She had no idea what he was thinking coming to her domain. Everyone knew how much she detested people coming to her inner sanctum. Her home. He had better have a damn good reason or she would not be happy.

When she arrived at the cave opening and saw Yorick and behind him scores of ghouls it felt like she was sinking. This wasn't good. But what could he possibly know? She had been very careful. She hadn't been off her guard until she was safely in her cave. Still the sinking feeling persisted. "What do you think you are doing here Yorick! With an army no less! The king will not be happy when I tell him what you have done."

She approached with as much confidence as she could muster considering the position she was in. Her spiders fanned out around her as much as the confined cave entrance would allow. "Leave this instant and I may just forget that you so rudely invaded my home."

He knew! She didn't know how but he somehow knew! It was all she could do not to curl into a ball right then and there. It was only her anger at Yorick for somehow finding out her plans as well as the feeling that she hadn't done what she was supposed to accomplish yet. She had no idea what it was but she was almost certain it involved Azazel. The thought that she wouldn't see him again was surprisingly the one thing that she refused to accept. That is when she thought about it. The calling stone. She subtly pulled it out and pushed a small amount of magic into it to make the call. The signal she put into it was urgent. She wasn't stupid. With this many ghouls and her obviously unprepared he held the distinct advantage.

She knew he wouldn't try to kill her. No, he hated her far to much to let her get away with a simple death. No, he wanted her to die in as much pain as could be. The king would torture everything out of her and then her death would be as terrible as possible. She couldn't allow that to happen. "I hate you Yorick." That was all that was left to be said.

As the Ghouls rushed her she cast a spell and one of her spiders rushed forward to greet them filled to the point of exploding with venom. She quickly transformed into a spider and Repelled to the top of the cave ceiling,

This was a real mess. She hoped Azazel came quick. She couldn't help but worry that he wouldn't come at all. They hadn't known each other that long. While she knew she would come for him if he called she wasn't sure if he felt the same. He wasn't exactly known for his compassion or loyalty. She had no choice but to put her life in his hands. She hoped it wouldn't be her doom.

She saw the ghouls crawling out of webbing. God damn it. The last thing she needed was even more ghouls. If he continued into the cave this would get really ugly. There were a great deal of the dead in her cave. She looked below and watched for an opening to attack Yorick directly. Despite the amount of her children in the area they weren't a match against the ghouls. Without there greatest weapon, there venom. They simply couldn't defeat the amount of ghouls that Yorick brought with him.

"You have the nerve to call ME the coward?! Send the ghouls away and lets have it out gravedigger! Ambush me in my home after spying on me?! Truly brave Yorick. Truly. I always knew you were weak but your tactics show me that not only are you weak but you are cowardly!"

Despite the fact that she knew this was a ploy to get her down from the roof so he could overwhelm her with his ghouls she refused to let her children die for her without her fighting at there side. She repelled down at the grave digger with her sharp legs and fangs ready to rend the undead flesh from his body.

She zeroed in on Yorick as he turned away just before she started her attack. It was far to late by the time he turned back toward her and tried to defend himself. Her legs dug deep into his flesh. The attack would normally be a crippling blow that would mean her victims death shortly after to her venomous fangs. Unfortunately all her usual attacks held no real threat against Yorick being that he was already dead. His counter attacks with his shovel on the other hand were quite potent. He was stronger then he looked and it took a good deal of tenacity to keep from being knocked away.

She saw what Yorick was trying to do in trying to take the fight outside. If she allowed it to happen the fight that was looking grim for her would become even more one sided. She attacked at his feet and tried to trip him up in webbing attacking with several spiderlings in skittering frenzy. The frenzy of the attacks gaining her a small amount of strength back. She had to survive this. She couldn't let him take her to the king.

Elsewhere upon Valoran:

Azazel sat in the darkness of the room he had rented, though he had no need for sleep and the cold of the night did nothing to affect him, he was feeling confused and needed somewhere he could think in silence. The wild had the constant howls of the animals, they did not welcome such an abomination as himself in their territory. This particular in was secluded and had only a few guests as it was on the outskirts of a simple farming community. The Undead Summoner had requested no one disturb him, and noted he would be gone before morning.

Azazel held a small seemingly ordinary stone in his outstretched palm, his cyan eyes stared at the stone, but he paid no attention to it. Lost in the thoughts of her, the Spider Queen. Such an intriguing creature, something about her put the Summoner on edge, yet he was drawn to her at the same time. His memories flickered back to the coast of Noxus where he met with her, the way she moved, the smile she held. He closed his eyes and frowned, this was not part of the plan. His hand closed around the stone before he stood and began to pace the room. A piece of him he had buried long ago stirred, it was met with anger. This was not supposed to happen.

Azazel hissed as a sudden heat flared in his hand, his eyes snapped open to look at the stone as it reacted to its sister being touched by magic. "Elise." He hissed under his breath, she was upon the isles last he heard. Had someone found her? His eyes flared brightly with cyan spiritfire as he immediately began to channel his magic. He had told her to only use it in an emergency when there was no other option, and he would come.

He began whispering the incantation, weaving the magic around himself order to transport himself to the place he had betrayed in front of not only the king itself, but in full view of many others. There was no doubt in his mind he would be killed on sight should he be seen by anyone loyal to the Ruined King. The magic began to crackle loudly about him, sickly green sparks of magic could be seen swirling around Azazel's form. It felt like it was tearing him apart as the incantation drew to a close and he disappeared from the Inn leaving no trace that we was there other than black scorch marks upon the wooden floors.

Some time later upon the isles:

Azazel dropped to one knee in a flash of dull green light, pain racked at his body as the spell took its toll on his undead body, his hands shook and a near blinding pain crashed through his mind causing him to stay in place to recover for some time. He stood with a grunt, still clutching the burning stone tightly in his hand while he took in where he was, somewhere near the coast by the sound of things... Which coast he was unsure as of yet, but he could hear the ocean and feel the dead air, an indication he was indeed upon the isles. Shadowy trees could be seen off in the distance. Azazel was standing in a field of dead grass, no sign of life (or unlife) anywhere to be seen.

The stone pulled ever so softly toward the north, toward Elise's domain. The robes around Azazel began to quiver while his body dissipated into the black smokey form, who ever had caused Elise to summon him would pay dearly. Into the sky a pillar of black smoke would rise and shoot off toward Elise's territory.

Azazel descended feeling the presence of the sister stone nearby. The pillar of darkness spilling onto the ground from the sky like a waterfall of black smoke that seeped forth silently. Tendrils of dark inky smoke crawled along the damp earth, flooding around the trees of the dense forest that surrounded the area they were in. A pair of cyan glowing orbs appeared to emerge from the black smoke to observe the scene before them, Elise in a desperate grappling match with Yorick and his ghouls. Confusion flooded Azazel's mind, what had happened here? This was not part of any plan, this was compromising everything.

The black smoke pulled in upon itself, solidifying to create the physical form of Azazel, the cyan eyes usually held no emotion, but now? Now they flared brightly, the cyan energy ignited causing it to look like spiritfire had ignited within his eyes. The black summoner's hood he wore disappeared from his head to reveal the midnight black hair that fall across his shoulders, his black lips pursed together. As he watched the scene before him, yet as he drank in the scene before him, something else stirred within him, something he had no felt since being alive. Something he felt he had buried along with his humanity, Elise was in danger... And it made him feel.

Rage.

The black summoner robes tore themselves away from Azazel's form as he began to advance toward Yorick from behind. His hands balled into fists and he released the disguise that made him resemble what he was when human. Azazel made not a sound, his jaw tense, the black robe that had torn away from the Dark Summoner pulled back behind him, spreading wide creating the image of wings, the cyan energy in his eyes dissipated, revealing cold black wells of nothingness that bore into Yorick. The cold rage consumed Azazel, it was all he felt now. All he could think of was destroying the creature that had dared to harm Elise. The dark summoner knight raised his right hand and stopped his advance, "Yorick." he stated, his tone was cold yet the underlying rage was evident, "Release her. NOW." A swirling forceful blast of black magic erupted from his palm, crackling forward with thunderous force toward the Gravedigger, Azazel did not care if he killed the ferryman the Ruined King employed, he didn't care if he even had enough power to do so, but he would be damned if Yorick would take Elise from him.

Regardless of if the spell connected with Yorick or not, Azazel began to channel a spell he had learned long ago, it was unrefined and channeled through a want to harm the target through mind tricks, Yoricks vision would flood black, everything, every detail, every sound would escape his senses other than those supplied by Azazel. All Yorick could see would be the reaper, even at the range he was to Elise, the Gravedigger would be unable to see her or his ghouls, only capable of seeing Azazel's reaper appearance in a void of black.