Greetings. This is, I believe it would be called, a 'pilot chapter'. Any further chapters I release will likely be quite a bit longer. I hope you enjoy reading it.


Journal entry One:

I feel silly writing this… from what I can gather Journals are written daily. How insignificant is a day? Mortals come up with the strangest things. Now, back on topic. I write this journal in the hopes that it will relieve some of the stress of my current… situation. Hopefully, at some stage in the future I will be able to look back at this and be entertained by how petty my concerns are.

However, I am starting to get incredibly concerned… no, fearful, of what is happening. So much so that later today I intend to consult the Bringer of Darkness. If my theory is correct,

The next part is smudged out, and is unreadable.

The only way I shall find out, however, is through talking to said creature, so I will stop procrastinating and meet it.

It is growing stronger, and I intend to figure out how to remove it. Hopefully the Bringer will be able to show me how.

- Kayle.


Kayle flew down the halls of the institute of war, headed for the room that the summoners, at her request, had moved Nocturne into. When she had asked them to be able to converse with it unmonitored, and in private, they had been somewhat reluctant, but eventually she had convinced them to allow it as a personal favour to her. She entered the room, shutting the door behind her. Inside, Nocturne floated above the ground, chained to the walls by magic and mostly unable to move. Kayle pulled up a nearby chair and sat facing him in silence, unsure of how to begin.

"Hello." Kayle said, removing her helmet and facing the creature.

"Well, that is an unusual sight." Nocturne replied, chuckling to itself.

"You know why I'm here, don't you." Kayle stated. The creature chuckled again, which she took as a yes. "I need your help."

"What could you possibly need my help for?" Nocturne asked.

"This will go much faster if we drop the pretence." Kayle replied.

"Very well, Judicator." Kayle winced slightly. "Why should I help you?"

Kayle gazed towards the ground. It was true she had nothing to prepared offer in return. "If there is something you want, ask for it and if it is reasonable, I will grant it to you."

"That won't be necessary, this will be entertaining and rewarding enough. Besides, I help kindred spirits." Kayle looked up, slightly confused by his words. "What is afflicting you," Nocturne continued "Is not a curse. Nor is it a blessing. It has absolutely nothing to do with magic. It is who you really are."

Kayle slammed her hand against her chair. "I don't believe you." She said angrily, losing her composure briefly.

"You can lie to me. You can lie to the summoners. You can even lie to your sister. But you cannot lie to yourself Kayle. You know of what I speak, and there is no way to stop it, because there is no 'it' to stop." Nocturne chuckled. "The sooner you accept that, the better off you will be. It will be amusing to watch you. But remember, if you need anyone to talk too, I will do so gladly, and you can trust me to be honest with you, even when you aren't being honest to yourself."

"You're lying." Kayle said, frustrated. It had to be… But it sounded so sure of itself, and Kayle's voice flickered almost unnoticeably, she wasn't sure of her conviction.

"And why would I do that?" Nocturne asked, clearly amused. Kayle tried to respond, by no comeback came to her mind. It was right, it had no reason to lie to her.


Journal entry Two:

I spoke to the Bringer yesterday, and what it said scared me because… it made sense. There is almost no other option, and I'm beginning to give up hope. But I can't do that, I need to keep fighting until I am triumphant… Right?

I'm not so sure any more. I had intended to write this yesterday, directly after my discussion with the creature, but I didn't get the chance to. It happened again. I don't understand how or why it keeps happening. After cleaning my armour, I had a league match. That usually isn't note worthy, but during the league match… my sword burned me. Not too bad of a burn, but it seemed to dislike me holding it. Perhaps it is because I am questioning my conviction, but I doubt that.

The second theory, which seems very likely, scares me too much for me to write about it here. I'm so afraid… it's a strange experience. How emotionally weak have I become as of late? Being around humans seems to have caused me to begin acting like they do. Prior to when it happened for the first time, I don't think I had ever felt fear before… What is wrong with me? Why does it keep happening? These are two questions I intend to further investigate and answer as soon as possible… hopefully before it is too late.

- Kayle.


A page has been torn out here, but on the next page the journal continues in its immaculate writing.

Journal entry Four:

Why... Why does this keep happening? The page is damp, tears having fallen on the words, smudging some, but all remain readable. What did I do to deserve this? What sin could possibly invoke such a torture? it happened again, longer than any before it... and I remember everything that happened... EVERYTHING! IN SUCH VIVID DETAIL! Get the screams out of my head... They already haunt me. Don't I deserve to be haunted, though? Don't I deserve the pain that is being delivered?

After all, I was laughing as it happened... I laughed as I watched that village's inhabitants torn to shred and their houses burned to the ground... I saw their desperate pleas that fell on deaf ears, only for them to meet an end more gruesome than many of them could've imagined.

I laughed as their families were tortured in front of them... so much blood... there was blood everywhere, and I was covered in it... and I relished it! I'd like to believe it was a curse, some dark magic inflicted on me... but I'm not so sure anymore. I need help, but who do I turn to? I can't trust the summoners... they would never understand. Nocturne has already given his opinion on the matter... but who else is there I can turn too?

As I write this, my armor burns me more and more... whatever I decide to do, I shouldn't show my face in public until I figure this out, so I will send a letter to the league requesting personal leave for the next while... I don't think I can handle league matches, where violence is encouraged... not in the state I'm in. I just hope I can fix it soon... I'm not sure I can take it any longer...

- Kayle.


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