Hello! I have been a writer on this site for about five years and this is my first LoL fanfic./One-Shot, I just wanted to publish this to put my toes in the water because it has been a while since I have published anything. Enjoy!
Most feared him, few respected him, but none understood his works. They called it murder, he never saw it that way. He saw blooming
roses crafted from mangled flesh and sinew, diamonds from shattered armor, butterflies in the fog of a last breath, beautiful cherry
blossoms in the splattered blood and brain matter. There was no stopping the Golden Demon, for when he comes across his muse he
will create music out of fear, beauty in violence, perfection in death. Because he does not kill, it is his art that brings death upon his
muse. He puts extravagant detail into each act and when the pinnacle approaches it is brief, but it is forever memorable. His mind,
brilliant. His brush and his only friend; nothing more than a Whisper by his side.