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Chapter 1

Blood.

How he longed to see it. To feel the rush of draining one's very own life essence from the flesh cage that contained it. To stare into the eyes of the helpless peasant and see the hot flicker of life dim into absolutely nothing.

It's only blood that filled this sinister desire.

And there he saw it. A wicked grin stretched across his lips as he stared at the corpses before him. Leaking out the thick, crimson liquid pooling and swirling into the cobblestone pavement; the feeling of murder restored him with a renewed energy that only made him crave the sight of flowing blood even more.

But it brought something else along with it. Standing within the middle of the alley - near the marketplace - was only him and the two other boys who were now dead. Drained of their life. Drained of their blood. As much as he loved to see the flow of red, he also feared it. He feared of what his pleasures could mean and what consequences it could have.

But why would he - a teenager with such a rare craving - be scared? What does he have to be scared of? Why couldn't he just drain the blood from anyone who tried to capture and throw him in prison from the murders he committed on this night? It was simple. He couldn't fight too well; he got lucky with the two boys. Besides, murders in Noxus were a heavy crime; just like they are in every other city. The officers would do whatever it'll take to capture a criminal and throw him into prison. He had to escape. But to where? The only life he knew was of this city. But the tales of the temple south of the City-State always had his interest since he was a little child. The tales of a temple, littered with hundreds upon hundreds of corpses, all drained of their blood and left to rot away with whatever was left. It was a temple, yes, but also a graveyard. It served as a warning to travelers and adventurers alike to not wonder too close. But what if someone, especially with the likes of him, wondered there?

It was a chance he had to take. It was his only choice if he wanted to live.

Guards and soldiers were patrolling the night. It was only a matter of time before he was discovered and caught committing a gruesome murder of two boys. This was what he feared. The heavy sound of boots against stone echoed from one of the nearby alleyways. Without a moment's more of hesitation, he darted across the marketplace and slipped into narrow alley. He didn't bother to glance back. He just kept running down the alleyway until the came out at a wide pathway. Luckily, it was empty. He decided it were best to stay away from pathways like these; one's that are used most frequently. Which meant it's certain to be patrolled. He only kept on the side streets and alleyways to conceal himself, waiting until dawn before the gates opened to slip out of the city's gates and away from Noxus.

The trek to the temple was exhausting. It was nightfall once again. His wicked gaze glanced upon the area that was illuminated by the moon's light. The sight before him would send icy cold shivers down anyone's spine. Even a soldier who saw death uncountable times would be shaken by the sight.

But him. He was different. Instead of cowering with fear, he was grinning. He was filled with joy at the bones, skulls, and shriveled corpses that covered the ground and gleamed in the moon's light. He could only imagine what it was like to see the blood flow from all of these unfortunate travelers.

However, he had to continue his trek. The temple that he so often heard of was within sight. He never thought he'd actually see it, let alone be this close. The entrance gave the temple an appearance of abandonment. It was covered in vines with the stone stairs and pillars chipped and cracked. It was like no one lived or visisted here, yet the world outside of it told him differently. There were several bodies, he noticed, that were recently sent to their demise. Even a traveler he met several days before. There had to be someone – or something – here.

Inside of the temple was a little different than he expected. He thought the walls and pillars would be thickly coated in blood, corners filled with bones and the like; much like the outside grounds was like. But it was fairly clean. There were droplets of red here and there at the center of the stone room, but nothing largely significant. Towards the back wall, however, was a figure kneeling on a mat with some torches to provide light and other trinkets surrounding him. As he approached towards this unknown figure, he realized it was a man. This man was covered in robes, like one you'd expect a monk to wear. The monk was faced towards the entrance, remaining in his kneeled position. He stopped a few feet from the kneeled man and simply stayed silent.

When the monk finally glanced up, he immediately knew he found what he wanted. He found what he desired. Everything he wanted as here. The monk had the same stare as he did; only his were crimson with a sinister lust behind them.

"Ah," the monk said as he stood up. "What is your name, boy?"

"My name?" he asked, his piercing red gaze stared at the monk for a moment before his lips curled into a smile. "My name is Vladimir."