CW Infant Death
"DON'T!"
The binding was cast more on instinct than a deliberate choice. The purple fiery chains wrapped around Kayle, shackling her where she stood, forcing her to the ground. Most of the chain links wrapped around the arm holding this accursed sword in a bid to make it immovable.
Morgana had staggered out of the dark like an accursed harbinger, a warning that arrived a moment too late. The two aspects stood in a small hut of clay. Before them sat a sobbing young woman, maybe twenty years of age. She was craddling a swaddled infant in her arms, rocking back and forth. A cracked bowl with a meagre portion of porridge lay beside her. The infant lay as heavy and as still as a rock in the woman's arms. Tears flooded out of her eyes, which looked too large in this emaciated face.
Morgana stared at her sister and urged once more: "Put the sword down, sister. Can't you see the ribs under this woman's robes? Can't you see how spindly her limbs are? How sunken her face is? She has not been able to feed her child for weeks. She's starving too, and she lost herself in that feeling. This act does not need punishment. This delirium is born from despair, not cruelty. She does not deserve death for this deed. Show some compassion, Kayle. A child is dead, and its mother will have to carry the memory of what she has done for the rest of her life."
Her sister always had something for dramatic entrances, in a way perhaps that was something they both shared. Still, Kayle's sword had been merely inches away from the sinner's neck before it was stopped, chains of pure emotion rising from the floorboards and binding her arm with needless feelings.
"Morgana. You know the deal we made, we wouldn't stand in one another's way, and yet you come to me to plead mercy for this sinner? What care I for her weakened frame, for her ailments? She commited a sin, and sins must be punished, no matter the reason behind them" She tugged on her chains, enough to show she was being serious.
If Kayle tried to, she could break out of these bindings, and then Morgana would create stronger ones, and so she'd have to put more force into breaking out of those, and on and on until Demacia was once again a crater. Both wanted to avoid the outcome, and SHE would rarely back down, so it was merely a matter of time before her sister did so...lest Zeffira's tragedy be repeated on her head.
"Come now, if she's starving and hurting then you may find my punishment a mercy, to relieve her of her pain. Let go of me sister, justice must be done, no matter the reasons. A child is dead, the mother is the culprit, the mother shall be punished. Simple as"
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