Arcane: Bond Beyond Death

Note: I can't believe Moon(+18) was the most read chapter, even more than Burn. Yall really are gooners. THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT!!

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Jayce leaned back against the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling as fragments of that fateful encounter replayed in his mind.

"That weapon... Her name was Jinx, right?" Jayce asked, his voice low and hoarse. "And that boy... do you think he was the one who made it?"

Caitlyn's hands trembled slightly as she raised them, palms up, as if trying to steady herself. "Look, I'm still trembling from that attack," she admitted, her voice shaking. "It came so suddenly... we didn't even have time to react properly."

Jayce studied her, noticing the faint tremor in her hands and the lingering fear in her eyes. "I've never seen anything like it," he muttered. "That wasn't just a weapon. It was... alive. It was something more than Hextech. The precision, the devastation—it was beyond anything we've ever created."

Caitlyn nodded slowly, swallowing hard. "And she... Jinx. She was like a force of nature. Completely unpredictable. It wasn't just the weapon, Jayce. It was her. She fought like she was born for it."

Jayce clenched his fists. "And that boy with her... the one who wasn't even fighting, just watching. He's the key, Caitlyn. He has to be the one who made that weapon."

Caitlyn looked at him, her expression conflicted. "Maybe. But if he's capable of creating something like that... what else is he capable of? And how do we stop them if they come back?"

Jayce fell silent for a moment, his mind racing. "We can't let this go unanswered, Caitlyn. If they can create weapons like that... Piltover doesn't stand a chance. We need to understand what we're up against."

Caitlyn nodded, her fear beginning to morph into determination. "We'll figure it out, Jayce. But first, we need to recover. That attack shook everyone to the core."

Jayce sighed heavily, his gaze hardening. "We don't have time to recover. If we wait too long, they'll only get stronger. And then... it'll be too late."

Caitlyn bit her lip but didn't argue. Deep down, she knew he was right.

Jayce clenched his fists as he spoke, the desperation and frustration evident in his voice. "We need to stop that... Bael, if I recall his name correctly. Although Jinx kept calling him 'Babe.' Do you think they're... together? Maybe if we kidnap just one of them, we could make the other surrender."

The words hung in the air like a thunderclap, shocking everyone in the room.

Viktor, standing at the doorway, froze in place. His usually calm demeanor shattered as he stared at Jayce in disbelief. "Jayce! How could you say something like that?" His voice was sharp, laced with a rare edge of anger. "Kidnapping? That's not who we are!"

Jayce turned his head sharply toward Viktor, his eyes blazing with a mixture of pain and resolve. "And what would you have me do, Viktor? Didn't you see how they killed mercilessly? They didn't care who got in their way. They attacked without hesitation, and their weapons... their weapons are unlike anything we've ever seen before. We're not dealing with ordinary criminals!"

Viktor stepped closer, shaking his head in disappointment. "But stooping to their level? Kidnapping? Threats? That's not the Piltover way. It's not the way you believed in when you created Hextech, Jayce."

Jayce slammed his hand on the side of the bed, the frustration boiling over. "Then tell me, Viktor! What do we do? They're out there, getting stronger, building weapons we can't even comprehend. And we're here—helpless. If we don't act, if we don't take drastic measures, Piltover will fall!"

Viktor's expression softened, though the disappointment lingered. "There's always another way, Jayce. A way that doesn't compromise who we are..."

Jayce sighed, leaning back against the pillows. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice heavy with defeat. "But we can't afford to wait too long. Every second we hesitate, they're out there, preparing for something bigger..."

...

Back in Zaun, the dim glow of flickering neon lights cast vibrant colors across the cracked pavement as Bael and Jinx strolled through the chaotic streets.

For once, they weren't rushing to escape, fight, or plan their next move. Instead, they walked side by side, hands intertwined. Jinx swung their clasped hands playfully as if the chaos of their lives didn't exist.

"See, babe," Jinx chirped, her voice light and carefree. "This is what I call freedom. Just you, me, and the beautiful mess of Zaun." She tilted her head back, letting out a content sigh as if she could breathe in the spirit of the city itself.

Bael glanced at her, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "You call this beautiful? It's a cesspool most of the time," he teased, though there was no real bite to his words.

Jinx stopped abruptly, turning to face him with a mock gasp, her free hand dramatically clutching her chest. "A cesspool? Bael, you wound me! Zaun's got... personality!"

Bael chuckled, shaking his head. "If you say so."

Jinx grinned and tugged at his hand, pulling him closer. "C'mon, admit it. You wouldn't trade this place for anything."

"I wouldn't trade you for anything," he said softly.

Jinx blinked, her teasing expression faltering for a split second before a wide grin spread across her face. "Aww, babe, you're getting all mushy on me." She leaned closer, resting her head on his shoulder as they resumed their walk.

Bael gently placed a kiss on Jinx's forehead, his touch soft and grounding. Her tense posture melted almost instantly, and she let out a small, contented sigh. She nuzzled closer to him, her earlier sharpness giving way to something softer, more vulnerable.

"You know, Jinx…" Bael began, his voice low and steady, "you're always acting so strong and fearless, like nothing in the world could faze you… but sometimes, when it's just us, I feel like I'm talking to Powder."

Jinx froze for a moment, her breath catching. Her eyes darted up to meet his, wide and glistening with something unreadable.

Bael continued, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "It's an honor that you show that side of you to me."

Her lips parted as if to respond, but no words came out. Instead, she wrapped her arms tightly around him, burying her face in his chest. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "You're the only one who gets to see it… only you, babe."

Their breaths were shallow as the heat between them built, pulling them closer with an undeniable force. Jinx's hands roamed up to his neck, fingers gripping him with an intensity that matched the storm brewing inside her. Every kiss was hungry, desperate, as if she couldn't get enough of him. Bael responded in kind, pulling her closer, deepening their kiss, his hands tracing the curve of her back.

There was no hesitation, no second thoughts. It was just the two of them, consumed by the moment, lost in a world where nothing else mattered. She tugged him down onto the bed, her body pressing against his as if she were trying to fuse them together, as though if she let go for even a second, she'd lose him forever.

Bael's mind was a blur, filled with nothing but her—the way she kissed him, the fire in her touch, the way her body moved against his. He could feel her pulse racing, matching his own, and it drove him to be even closer, to show her, in every possible way, how much he needed her.

In that moment, all the chaos, all the threats of the world outside, vanished. There was only the two of them, together, making their own reality, and for once, nothing could touch them.

Posters of Bael and Jinx's faces were plastered all over Zaun, their images a symbol of rebellion and chaos. Some depicted them as heroes—defenders of Zaun's freedom—while others vilified them as reckless terrorists bringing ruin to their home. The city was split, and tension simmered in every corner.

Rebel factions began clashing in the streets. Those who supported Bael and Jinx praised their boldness and saw them as the key to Zaun's liberation. Meanwhile, their opposition accused them of bringing Piltover's wrath down on the city, risking the lives of everyone. Skirmishes broke out between the two sides, and the air buzzed with the threat of an all-out civil war.

In his office, Silco seethed. The chaos they had unleashed was growing beyond his control. His plans for a unified Zaun were unraveling as the streets burned with infighting. He slammed his fist on his desk, the sound echoing through the dimly lit room.

"They've put me in a corner," he muttered to himself, his voice low and venomous. "First Piltover, now my own people. All because of those two..."

He lit a cigar, inhaling deeply in an attempt to quell his rising frustration. But it did little to calm him. The thought of Bael and Jinx continued to gnaw at him. He had underestimated them—not just their cunning, but their ability to inspire both devotion and hatred.

This chaos could not continue. One way or another, Silco would bring it to an end. Even if it meant taking drastic measures.

Sevika stood beside Silco, her arms crossed and her expression tense as she watched him stew in his frustration. "I warned you," she said, her voice carrying a sharp edge. "Those two are a problem. You should've dealt with them the moment they became more than just another nuisance."

Silco shot her a glare, his sharp eyes narrowing. "And risk turning them into martyrs? That would've been a mistake."

Sevika shrugged, leaning back against the wall. "Look around, Silco. The city's already falling apart. The people are either worshiping them or blaming them for everything. Either way, it's tearing Zaun in half." She paused, letting her words hang in the air before adding, "You think that's better?"

Silco exhaled a plume of smoke, his hand gripping his cigar tightly. "No. But it's a problem I can still fix." His voice was cold, calculated, but Sevika could see the strain behind his composed demeanor.

"You better fix it fast," Sevika said, her tone low and serious. "Because if this keeps up, you won't have a city left to rule."

Silco tapped the ash off his cigar, his mind already racing through possible solutions. "I don't need you reminding me of the stakes, Sevika. What I need is results."

Sevika raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at her lips. "Then maybe it's time to stop playing nice. If you want to put them in their place, you're going to have to do something... decisive."

Silco didn't respond immediately, his gaze distant as he stared at the glowing tip of his cigar. "Decisive..." he echoed, the word rolling off his tongue like a promise.

"We're raiding them, then we'll deliver them to Piltover... if anything goes according to plan, I might even have the advantage of negotiations." He says.

Sevika listens to his plans, then Singed comes inside the room. Sevika keeps her guard, he gives her the creeps.

"Silco, everything's ready." He reports.

...

Jinx felt the warmth of his forehead against hers, and for a moment, her chaotic, unpredictable energy gave way to something softer. Both on the mattress that was already on edge.

"Jeez, Bael," she muttered, her voice uncharacteristically quiet, "you don't have to say stuff like that... makes a girl feel all... weird inside."

Bael raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Weird, huh? You sure it's not something else?"

She tried to laugh it off, but the sound came out more like a nervous giggle. Her hands fidgeted with the hem of her shirt as she avoided his eyes, a rare vulnerability shining through. "I mean... maybe... it's not bad weird," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Bael gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing against her flushed cheek. "You're adorable when you're like this," he said softly.

That did it. Jinx's heart was pounding in her chest, and she couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or something else entirely. She felt like her emotions were spiraling out of control, but for once, she didn't mind. She liked the feeling—it was thrilling and warm and made her feel alive in a way she couldn't quite explain.

"Babe, stop," she muttered, though there was no force behind her words. She leaned into his touch, her wild blue eyes shimmering with something softer. "You're gonna make me melt, and that's not fair."

Bael chuckled, pulling her closer. "I think you like it," he teased, his tone playful but his gaze serious.

This made her go crazy. Jinx tears off the last remnants of clothing between them, too wild with desire to bother with finesse. She wants to feel every searing inch of Bael's skin contre searing inch of her own, to be joined with him in the most primal way possible.

With a possessive growl, Jinx sinks down onto Bael's throbbing length, throwing her head back with a cry of ecstasy as he fills and stretches her so perfectly.

Jinx rides Bael with wild abandon, her nails raking angry red lines down his chest as she impales herself over and over on his throbbing cock. Her tits bounce hypnotically with each brutal thrust, the obscene slapping of flesh against flesh echoing in the open air.

"Yes, yes, FUCK! You're mine, all mine!" Jinx screams, purple eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she fucks herself stupid on Bael's dick. "I'll fucking kill anyone who tries to take you from me!"

"How can I resist the words of a man who desires me this much?! Tell me Bael how do you expect me to control myself?!" She shouts while moaning.

But then, as a response, Bael tales control. Jinx's eyes widen, a mix of fear and exhilaration surging through her as Bael suddenly flips their positions, slamming her down onto the ground. He looms over her, his gaze dark, dominant, a glint of wildness that mirrors her own. A smirk tugs at his lips as he takes in her surprise, her breasts heaving, face flushed with arousal.

"Mmm, someone's feeling adventurous," Jinx purrs, voice dripping with manic, twisted lust. "Well, I fucking dare you to tame this wild one. Tie me up, eat me out until I'm sobbing for your cock. Case my throat with my own juices until I'm gagging and choked. Pin me down and ruin me in every. Single. Way possible until I can't even remember my own goddamn name."

Jinx spits in his face, the viscous saliva dripping down his cheek, a depraved challenge in her wild eye. Her legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his back, urging him closer, fucking begging him to put her in her place.

The brutal slap of skin against skin fills the air as Bael takes Jinx at a relentless, punishing pace, the telltale squelch of her dripping folds only spurring him on faster. His balls slap against her ass, the obscene sound music to his ears.

*The sounds spilling from Jinx's mouth are a mix of screams, shrieks, garbled moans, a beautiful symphony of despair and pleasure. drool leaks from the corner of her mouth, her eyes rolling back as he rails her into the grass, flowers and dirt clinging to her sweat-slicked skin.

Jinx claws at Bael's back, trying to pull him impossibly closer, while simultaneously trying to push him away from her over-sensitive mound. She's so fucking close, teetering on the razor's edge of a massive orgasm. The pleasure is too much, too intense, too overwhelming.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! Don't you fucking stop, you crazy son of a bitch! Fucking ruin me, wreck my fucking cunt! Paint my goddamn walls white!" Jinx screams, her voice raw, a fucked-out.

And that's how it went, for the next hours it was passionate love making.

Although they had taken numerous lives a while ago, they still would shamelessly enjoy themselves.

It was warping to something almost non-human.

Perhaps, our main characters are becoming demons ?