Blood pooled from him, as he stumbled back. The sky was a sickening purple and black, as darkened energy flooded the skies. Renekton stood his ground, Bloodfury active, as he let out a savage roar before charging at his assailant…only to hit the ground, a large wound on his stomach. He struggled to stand, as he stared into his foes face…fear for one evident on his face, He opened his jaws, and his spectral voice, now was dripping with fear. His eyes stared into the face of his attacker, as he said their name as if he still couldn't believe it.

"Willow…" Her skin was now a chalk white, as her eyes glimmered a horrific yellow; devoid of all mercy or life. Her robe remained intact, and Renekton could still see it; the large wound…from where she was impaled. She wore a sadistic smile, as he pointed her hand at his head, and let sinister black energy charge, before she fired it at the Butcher; ending his campaign for good…

2 Years Ago…

Life has changed for the Institute of War, for a wide array of reasons. One of the major reasons was the sudden loss of so many dedicated Champions. It has been a major gap in the past, but in time the Institute of War managed to have new faces become both Summoners and Champions alike. Word was still spoken of what transpired over 4 years ago in the Shadow Isles; the awakening of Bloodfury Renekton, but it is less tabooed now; becoming as spoken about as common dialogue. And of course, Renekton's himself was very much spoken about, as well as his rising popularity. He was soon to become the face of the League, and eventually their spokesman. But, something always has to ruin that, doesn't it?

Renekton was in his room, a whetstone in his hand, as he sharpened his blade. The Outback Skin had been considered his normal skin now, as he always wore it for a reason Melody easily guessed; in honor of Willow. The room was dark except for the parlor, as Renekton sat in a chair in front of the fireplace. His expression was macabre, for a specific reason. Today was March 23rd; the Anniversary of when he met Willow. He always used that day to separate himself from everyone else and work to improve himself…when really it was a façade to allow him to mourn once more. Right now, he was intent on improving his blade.

The door opened slowly, and Renekton didn't even bother going to get it. Melody poked her head in, as she looked around the darkened room with a curious glance.

"Hey, you okay Renekton? You've been avoiding everyone for a bit now…"

"It's nothing dear, please, leave me for the time." He scowled lightly when Melody entered regardless and closed the door behind her. He stopped sharpening his blade, as he looked at her.

"Renekton, I know it's…"

"Yes…the day I met her…only-"

"She wouldn't want to see you depressed and grieving like this. You're the Butcher of the Sands; depression and melancholy don't suit you."

"I could have been stronger; I could have done something else for her."

"You did enough; they all got their judgment, and you're free. Let's go enjoy it."

"How? There hasn't been much to do lately-"

"Cho'Gath's having some kind of get together at his manor today. We should go. It'll be fun." Her innocent smile made Renekton forget, for a moment, that she was a vampire…and also a yandere. Regardless, he found himself eased slightly, as he stood up slowly, and placed his blade on his back.

"When is it?"

"A few minutes from now; thank god we don't need to dress fancy." She beamed, and Renekton chuckled lightly as he hugged her. The gal was something…just like Willow. He told her to get moving, and he'd catch up. Reluctantly, Melody left the room after giving him a worried look. Alone, Renekton looked at the portrait of Willow on his dresser, and smiled. Melody was right…he needed to be happy for the time. Besides, Cho'Gath was also depressed; Kha'Zix died too. Renekton left the room a moment later, and saw no sign of Melody. She really was fast…and he questioned why she decided to leave at sunset; there was still sun to hurt her. He started walking with his head held high, as he smiled. Nothing could go wrong tonight; nothing had to…

…the Butcher should have remembered the whole jinx rule…

To Be Continued…