Warnings: Dark, very very dark. You get triggered from torture, humiliation, death, story arcs, hallucinations, drugs, sex, good character development, blood, no-self-inserts, pain, rape, or decent writing; please don't read this story.

The Demon and the Devil in the Pale Moonlight

The crackling light assaulted the dark night horizon, the lightning arcing above across the lambasted black iron clouds and down below in the city; the bracken fires smouldering in their braces, illuminating the wretched stone they were nailed to. Malicious was the night; as malicious as the people who moved around on nights such as these. Whilst many stayed inside or ran between buildings with their coats flapping against the harsh winds that blew, funnelled by the buildings down each and every street, there were those that did not come inside. Many of these you would think of as guards, a common sight in this city, but they had no choice; and despite years of experience, still wore metal helmets in such weather. The rest were like the one crouched on top of a wall looking through the stained glass into a room. They were waiting.

It was an office with no one in it. If the wind, thunder and rain did not assault his ears then it would've been easy to hear the party that was happening in the next room. They were not exactly being quiet. The outside conditions only spurred them on to make as much noise as they wanted in their throes of pleasure. He reached up and swept his blue, wet streak of hair out of his eyes, glaring through the panes of glass. Lightning snapped through the sky towards the earth, homing in on another unlucky guard. The white flash illuminated a face disfigured. One side beaten smooth from training, brow furrowed, scars a plenty. The other a twisting black corruption sinking across skin with black hooks forcing it deeper. Red and glowing, an eye burned out from the corruption, its searing red light focused on the pane of glass. His only companion in his hands, Kayn waited.

Kayn licked his lips. Eventually, the commander would arrive. The commander liked his privacy as much as he had liked cheating on his wife. Of course even after his death she would never find out about this organisation. They were so guarded, as if the massive orgy parties they held were the worst thing that was happening in Noxus. Kayn chuckled to himself as the rain battered down off his face and coat, a puddle forming in the hood. As if they were the worst thing that was happening in Noxus tonight. More needless death would be stopped when the head rolled across the floor. At least, for a while. Kayn blinked and swept water out of his right eye. The left one was never affected by anything anymore. It was almost like it didn't care. The chain of command was quickly refilled as those below scrambled to make use of the now vacant space of power. Or maybe it was used by those up top, to manipulate those below to do their bidding. To mould them into a tool just for them.

When he had become the top student all he could think about was overcoming his master. To leave a legacy greater than Zed. His own companions had been nothing more than stepping stones as their bodies lay in tatters behind him. Even Rhaast he had taken on to utterly prove that he alone was the new darkness. He would make Zed fear him, more than those who fear the ninja's shadow in the night. Yet Zed honestly didn't care. If you lived, you lived. If you died, you died. Every day was another mission. Every moment another step forward. He never looked behind to see who was catching up with him. He never cared about legacy. He never cared whether his opponents feared him or not. He had done what needed to be done. He had killed his old master because in order to grow, something needed to be overcome. For both of them. Did Shen think much about his father's death now? He hoped not. It was not good to linger on the past. The Kinkou Order is now as important as the Order of the Shadow. The yin and the yang. Opposite but inseparable. Zed had gone to secure and uneasy alliance with them, his own pride had been thrown under the Alistair at a moment's notice, because it was necessary. He was inadequate, he was nothing like the two ninja brothers. What was the point in the end? What was-

"Hey, Kid. You'll get a visit from Rage if you keep gripping me like that," Rhaast's voice boomed through his head, cutting off his thoughts. The sound of the rain hitting the roof came back into focus. Lightning crashed overhead, sparking a fire on a roof in the distance that quickly went out. With a more relaxed grip on the scythe he breathed deeply.

"The spirit of Rage doesn't exist, stop spouting ridiculous stories in hopes it'll distract me," Kayn muttered in his head, his eyes focusing back on the office. He closed his eyes. Sounds from all directions floated into his head, the white noise of the rain pleasant.

"Say that to the spirit of Vengeance," Rhaast muttered back, the eye on the scythe glaring at him. "Mmmmm, I cannot wait to kill…"

"You have no patience for anything," The doorknob started rattling. The idiot had locked it hadn't he. Who locks their own office?

"I was built for one thing and one thing alone, kil-"

"Killing, I know," The door creaked open. Well it was consensual this time, the woman was awake, wasn't chained, threatened or beaten. Kayn was almost impressed, at least by his standards of what usually happened. Quite the pretty one as well. An unnatural blonde in the city of such drab colours. The portly man led her inside as he lay up against the door. His hand turned swiftly, the silent click practically un-hearable to all except Kayn. Kayn very much doubted he needed to do that, the woman hadn't left much to the imagination. He man smiled a victorious smile. One which was returned wanly by the woman. Ah, it made sense now. She was seeking to get higher up. She wanted control, leverage, somewhere better.

"Am I really that predictable?" Rhaast thought as Kayn channelled energy into his right arm. His hand clenched into a fist as it became translucent, the effect spreading up his arm. He barely noticed it as it spread up to his face and over his chest with his eyes trained on the pair inside. The man was twirling his moustache as he leaned back against the desk. With a clang the belt buckle hit the floor just in front of the woman who was on her knees. Her hands stroked the wobbly thighs, slowly getting closer and closer to the tentpole in his crotch.

"Ahhhh, this I love…" Rhaast purred as he too became translucent. Kayn shook the water out of his hair as the sound of rain filled his ears, louder than ever as the sound of it hitting his raincloak disappeared. Drainpipes gushed and creaked as they overflowed with water. Thunder rumbled hungrily as the darkness consumed all around him. The light from the room melted out of the panes, the rain slashed through it making it appear like a hologram barely keeping itself together. The silhouette of Kayn and Rhaast rippled out of existence.

"Predictable isn't the right word for you Rhaast. More… one dimensional," Kayn stood up. Swift as the lightning, he jumped. He cut through the rain as clean as Rhaast cut down enemies. Panes of glass sped towards his face. He raised his hands to his shoulders. He shot towards the inevitable smash. The air whistled. Closer. Closer.

He hit the floor of the office with barely a whisper. Droplets of rain hit the panes behind him as he steadied his landing. Soft was the carpeted floor allowing him to move behind his target silently. If the pair hadn't been so engrossed in what they were doing, they might've heard the wet squelch of Kayn's boots slowly making their way along the carpet. He stepped up onto the desk with a soft schlock.

He grasps Rhaast with two hands. His hands pull back. The blade drops.

And like a golfer preparing for his final shot of the world championship; he takes a practice swing, the tip of the blade touching the man's back. If Rhaast could've screamed out loud he would've. He couldn't, but Kayn's head was definitely ringing with the fury of a denied kill. Kayn almost smiled despite the job.

"Patience is a virtue,"Kayn smirked as he raised Rhaast again.

This time he didn't stop Rhaast.

The woman servicing the commander finally pulled down the underwear that had held the lazy tentpole inside it. She found herself chewing her lip as the tentpole has slacked considerably and the penis now in front of her was deflating rather quickly for what the man had in front of him to fill his imagination with. She knew what she was and was pissed. Pissed off that someone wouldn't find her attractive. Pissed off that he could deny her. She glared upwards at the man, she could see his head, probably still lolling backwards in apparent pleasure. Pulling herself back she stood. Her arms came up to cross under her sizable bosom but froze halfway there.

It was a good thing it was raining that night.

It really does help cover up the screams and wash away the blood.

Sup, this is the commission that, after a lot of shit that happened + depression, I finally got round to finishing. It'll be done in chapters and each new chapter will be released the following Monday.

I'd say more, but honestly I have a raging headache from the surgery plus the stupid amount of drugs I had to take, so I'm not in the best of moods. And before you say it, yes, I know this is a Tuesday. I fainted yesterday when I was meant to put this out.

Enjoy.