Her lights had been snuffed by a firm blow to the head. The buzzing ache was still present in Evelynn's skull, its dull droning matching the monotonous thumps of her dead heart. The demon's eyes flickered open with great effort and the world slowly came back into focus from its hazy retreat. The rattle of chains and the soreness in her wrists coupled with the lingering pain in her head jostled her memories awake. A large, pale door made of what looked to be stone was the only entrance to the cell. Evelynn could barely make out a hunched figure also chained up in the room with her. A thin beam of moonlight was cast down into her cell from the only window countless feet above her in the ceiling. The silver ray seemed to be the last reminder the demon needed and she began recalling the events that took place which had lead her to this position.

She could still recall just how refreshing the rain was, its gentle caress against her naked skin; she never wore any clothing, only her demonic shadows, after all, every touch and drop of blood splashing against her skin was another sizzle of passion, an indication of her dark deeds. Oh, and how Evelynn loves her absolute freedom and to savour those moments. The screams of torments turn into, cries for mercy, then finally, nothing but quiet moans of pain which ever so slowly fade into silence, never to be heard again. This day was no different. None of her days were different. Every single one of them was filled with delicious blood, sex, and death, and she loved every moment of it. The carnal passion driving so high, her victims would believe they would never come down… until her claws found their way under their skin. Until her lashers constricted around their neck. Until her teeth bit into the soft flesh of their neck. Until every last ounce of life had been drain from them. All of it was perfect and the only thing she could ever need. A being born from the chaos of Runeterra, her purpose was to create more chaos and feast upon the pleasure and pain of mortal life. Hate? No… it wasn't hatred. She didn't hate any of her victims. Not one single bit. She actually enjoys them, after all, she did handpick each and every one. The kills were not personal. She doesn't even know their names but all of them were done out of love. Her own twisted sense of it. Her love for herself and her pleasure. She had so much love there will never be anything stopping her from reaching for her next victim to seduce, use, maim, and murder for this love.

Evelynn could recall how the moon had just taken its place in the sky when she emerged from the shadows to begin her hunt. She had stalked through the farming hovels of Demacia where frightened mages hide from the mage seekers and the toiling labourers live, looking for a victim but found none there. Not to her surprise of course. What could torturing an already terrified, miserable mage do? Enough suffering already filled their hearts from the persecution of their kind within the Petricite walls of Demacia. There was no enjoyment for Evelynn here so she moved on. Through the alleyways of the middle-class houses, she stalked, seeking to seduce her next victim. Perhaps a husband or wife returning from a late-hour shift from his shop. That would suit her nicely. A happy and fulfilled individual just waiting for her to be tortured. They were like daisies, waiting to be plucked by the stem. But tonight, there was no one who satisfied her thirst here. No late-night workers and no stay-at-home spouses that she truly desired. What she sensed tonight bored her and Evelynn doesn't enjoy the taste of plainness. She craved the thrill of watching her victims' happiness slip away, their crash to the darkest depths from the highest heights. She doesn't feel anything until they do and a little plunge doesn't cut it for her. No, she craved to watch them fall from the highest promontories of pleasure. She needed it. So off Evelynn went, stalking the shadows, creeping through the dark like the predator she is, and entering the upper echelons of Demacia. Beautiful, creamy white stone paved the winding roads, leading would be pedestrians through the magnificent, ornate architecture on either side. Even housing units looks like art with their arches, filigree, and Demacian insignias of swords, shields, and wings. Evelynn chuckled at this. They act so glorious, so just, yet in the end when they are rutting her, it's all in vain anyways. They are no better than animals before she slaughters them all with delicious grace.

Evelynn blinked, trying to recall what happened next. Everything grew hazy after she found her next victim. He was a young soldier, vibrant and full of life, drinking with his friend in a tavern. He was so happy. So perfect for plucking. She watched his lips move as he drank his beer, laughing at the jokes his friends made. She didn't understand them. She didn't get the emotions this soldier was showing. Such joy from… what? Alcohol and words? So bland and unrewarding in Evelynn's eyes. She couldn't possibly find enjoyment if she participated in these human activities. She didn't care for it at all. She just wanted the pleasure that could be given by what lays between their legs and the ecstasy of watching them die. The demon found the perfect chance to act as the young soldier pulled out a small, white cigarette and headed outside.

How that soldier screamed out in pleasure as she sank down onto him over and over, pinning him to the cold stone floor behind the tavern, riding him like the helpless animal he was. How he screamed out in agony as she gouged out his eyes with her dagger-like claws. Evelynn loved that sound. He had good screams and pale skin that made his blood look that much redder as the soft glow from her claws lighting up his face during his last breaths. She got carried away by the absolute perfection of the scene. A little too carried away. Evelynn didn't realize his friends were emerging from the tavern to check upon their friend. She didn't see them walk up behind her and she definitely didn't see the sword pommel crashing into her temple, but she most definitely felt the cold, metal lump whipping her head to one side, causing her form to tumble over and fall to the ground.

So that's what happened. Evelynn tugged her arms against her chains weakly. Her limbs felt as if they were filled with lead, her eyes were still unfocused even though they were fully opened now. No mana flowed through her, leaving her naked without her demon shade wisps. Evelynn swallowed at this and tugged at her chains harder as confusion set in. The demon grit her teeth and hissed, her lashers began to twitch erratically behind her like two snakes coiling and waiting to strike. A wave of rare anger curled in her gut and kicked her hard, spurring her to action.

Who dares lay their hands upon me and bind me? Evelynn growled in her mind, absolutely livid that someone would dare try to control her and lock her away, stopping her from her deeds and pleasure. How dare they spoil something so perfect?

"This is the cell, captain." Said a baritone voice paired with several sets of footsteps.

"What exactly is this new creature your squadron caught and locked up?"

"I… I'm not sure, sir. She seems to be some sort of demon, perhaps a dark mage, she's not human. S-she murdered one of our men and left him unrecognizable. I-I think she raped him too. Oh God… I-it was terrible… I-" The baritone said, his voice began to shake from fear.

A deeper voice huffed at this, cutting his subordinate off. There was no terror present, only cold rage. "Given enough time, they're all the same disgusting, vile, perverted creatures. Demacia will bear no tolerance for them and we will cut out their rot. Leave me with this new… creature your squadron managed to capture."

"At once."

There was a low click as Evelynn's cell door opened. In stepped a tall man, armour was trimmed with gold, indicating his importance. His step carried an air of authority to it and matched his heavy voice will.

"So you are the demon he spoke about?" The captain asked bluntly as he stepped into the cell, the door closed behind him.

Evelynn gave no response. Her eyes tracked his every move, glowing like molten gold, unblinking. She bared her teeth, growling a little as her captor drew closer. He reached out with his hand and grasped her jaw so hard the leather of his gloves squeaked.

"Silent type?" he raised a brow and filled with silence by bringing the back of his hand against Evelynn's cheek with a sharp crack. The succubus' head lulled back for a second as the taste of her own blood filled her mouth. "You magic-wielder think yourself so capable… but I can assure you, in these cells, you are nothing."

Evelynn lurched at him at this. How dare he call her nothing. She is powerful. She could tear him to shreds right now if it weren't for these chains. Just as she thought she might reach him, her chains pulled her back and a heavy boot was thrust into her midsection with a sharp kick. Evelynn coughed at this, her muscles seizing up as air rushed out of her lungs. Her gasp stirred the other body in the room and they uncurled themselves, sitting up and looking at the new figure in his cell.

Evelynn didn't see the movement, her attention was fully taken by the commander who had just struck her. The demon snarled and threw her weight against the chains, a twisted expression of utter rage racing across her fair features. The commander only laughed at this, staying just close enough so that Evelynn could see him as clear as day yet her claws were just slightly out of range of his neck. Evelynn stayed still for a moment before she burst forth and lashed out at him with her lashers, moving so swiftly that she appeared to be nothing but a grey blur. If it weren't for the commander's own speed, he would be a pile of mauled flesh by now. The commander pressed a hand to his cheek, feeling the wetness dribble down his skin. His laugh was now muted and turned into a cold smile.

"I see how it is... The demon needs some discipline."

Thwack! Evelynn howled in pain as the lash of a whip bit into her skin and angry, red marks appeared on her midsection almost instantly. The commander shifted behind Evelynn before she could utter a single word, she heard the scraping of metal. She turned her head just as the commander seized one of her lashers into his hand and with one, savage cut with his dagger, cut it cleanly off her back. The other one followed soon after. A wail pierced the air. Evelynn only realized it was her own as she stumbled forwards in shock, her lips parted in a gasp due to agony unlike any she had ever felt. A red mist sprayed from her back where her lashers were cruelly hacked off. A rough shove caused Evelynn to topple forwards, her now numb legs unable to catch her weight. She opened her mouth to cry out again only to have her severed thrust between her teeth, gagging her. She could taste her blood, a shocking flood of tanginess, on her tongue. Evelynn felt something cold and hard press between her thigh, a single, dreaded glance informed her that her captor had positioned his dagger's handle at the junction of her thighs, dark desire and glee glinting his eyes.

"I never thought a Demacian mage hunter commander would seek to defile someone in such a way." The voice came from the figure crouching in the dark. His voice was rusty and low as he muttered gruffly. A slow chuckle came from the figure. "And to take joy in it no less. You're practically bubbling with lust."

The commander stopped, sheathed his dagger and rolled up his whip, his enjoyment leaking from his face within moments. He kicked the man who spoke across the jaw without a single word and stormed from the cell, slamming the Petricite door closed, and locking it behind himself. The male partially hidden within the shadows coughed, spitting out the blood in his mouth before scooting towards Evelynn, practically dragging himself along the ground as his chains were just as heavy as hers. The clattering of the links caused Evelynn to whip her head in his direction, her molten gold-like eyes wide with what seemed to be rage, fear, and uncertainty all rolled into one. The demon's backed up in a crouched position like some cornered animal. With her form covered in blood, body shaking, and teeth bared, maybe she was. With her lashers removed and her magic repressed so she couldn't heal, Evelynn felt like a serpent with no fangs, a bee with its stinger removed, or a bird with clipped wings. She felt powerless for the first time. It disgusted her and she wished it to be gone with every fibre of her broken being.

She folded her arms before her bare chest, truly feeling exposed for the first time in her life. "DON'T LOOK AT ME!"

The man shuffled back at her sudden outburst from absolute silence, his arm shot up instinctively, shielding his face. His chest heaved with heavy breaths at this and it took a moment for him to gather himself. He reached to his plain, linen prison clothes and tore a strip from his midriff. "Hold still…"

"Stay away!" Evelynn cried, panicking as he drew closer, completely unsure as to what this strange man wanted.

"Listen to me, woman! I need you to hold still so I can stop the bleeding..." He muttered after raising his voice slightly out of frustration. "I'm trying to help you."

"Help?" Evelynn replied quietly, confused as to why he would care.

"Just… hold still." A gruff command.

Evelynn flinched as he moved behind her and began to dab the strip of cloth at her wound. A jolt of pain arched through her and she hissed, spinning around and lashing at him with her claws. She jumped back, wincing in agony as she stared him down.

The man cursed and pressed a hand to his arm which was now bleeding from Evelynn's attack. "Stop it! Do you want to live or not?!"

Evelynn paused. Death. Now that was something she was familiar with but she was never on the receiving end. The idea of never waking up again made her pause. "I..."

"It's going to hurt but it's the best I can do right now." His voice took on a gentler tone, at least as gentle as he could muster with the sting in his arm and Evelynn's distrust.

The demon stayed quiet this time, wincing a few times and jerking when the man cleaned her wounds but this time, she forced herself to stay as still as she could. Evelynn didn't want to die. Self-preservation crept into her system and told her to be afraid of death, something she never even gave thought to because she was always the one who did the killing.

"Where am I?" Evelynn finally asked after more silence.

"Demacia. The mage prisons. You must be pretty powerful for them to have locked you up in the lowest level with me." His voice carried a hint of interest as he sat back, grunting a little in discomfort.

"Of course I'm powerful…" Evelynn muttered her response as she turned her back and stared at the wall, not knowing what else to say or ask.

"Woman, you're just going to turn around without a simple thank you?" the man quipped with a hint of annoyance. "You're quite rude, you know that?"

"I don't care about you."

The man chuckled at this, "Fair enough but you should at least get used to me, you're going to be stuck here for…" His voice trailed off and the wry smile fell from his lips. "No one other than the rogue mage Sylas has ever escaped… but even then, it was only due to the blunder of that Crownguard girl."

"I'm getting out." Evelynn replied, his statement seemed to have fallen on deaf ears.

"You're not very good at listening too are you?"

"One more word and I'll flay you alive." Evelynn spat, her unbridled anger clawed its way out like a caged animal seeking freedom.

"It'll take you a while being this weak right now." He snorted, amused by her words with little concern.

Evelynn's jaw clenched, "I am not weak. I leave a trail of widows wherever I go, I take as I please and lay claim to whatever or whoever I want. I'm born from the latent magic of these very lands! You will not tell me-"

"And yet you are stuck here, maimed and chained, nearly defiled if it weren't for me." His words were cold and carried a bite to them as he stood up and walked over to Evelynn, sitting down beside her.

Evelynn flexed her claws and slashed them at his face but this time, he was ready for it. Without her mana to enhance her strength, his much larger hand easily enveloped her wrist and held it in place, stifling her attempt as cutting his visage to ribbons. The succubus tried again, only to have her other wrist captured as well.

"Enough." The man growled now, "I helped you, the least you can do is not try and cut me to bits every single time I say anything."

Evelynn tried to yank her hands back but he held on. "Let go of me!"

"If you don't lash out at my fucking face."

Evelynn considered her options as primal, uncontrolled anger stirred inside of her. She wanted to kill him so badly for working his way under her skin with his words, making her feel all these rare emotions… maybe she'd fuck him first before commiting the kill. She'd make sure to make him suffer for as long as possible. Evelynn's claws flexed at this idea and she considered trying to strike him a third time but before her mind was set, he looked at her and opened his mouth to talk.

"You're hurting. I know. That's probably why you're being such a bitch right now…" He huffed and rubbed a hand against the back of his neck, trying to soothe his annoyance. "But it'll be better if we don't try to rip each other's eyes or throat out. Fighting amongst prisoners only brings about the ire of the mage seeker guards. Killing each other will only make things less fortunate for the survivor here. Woman, let's start things over and on a neutral foot this time. Tell me. what is your name?"

Evelynn swallowed at this, pondering for a brief moment before speaking. "I… I'm Evelynn." That's the name she picked for herself. It's been so long since she last used it. In all honesty, she wasn't even sure why she cared to give herself a name in the first place. It's not like it mattered but she did nonetheless. Maybe she desired to have an identity but she already had one: One of a demon who wants nothing but pleasure from the pain of others but a name still felt right. "I'm Evelynn." She said again, slightly firmer.

"Nice name." He replied, "I'm Daelys."

Evelynn didn't reply, she only tucked a knee to her chest and rested her chin on it. She grit her teeth, trying to hide her pain. The chilly air of the cell nipped at her skin and she ran her hands against the sides of her arms.

"You're cold, aren't you? It's quite rough in the nights as the high-security levels of the prison, like the cell we are in right now are fortified with Petricite. The walls are thick. No warmth reaches us here." Daelys commented as he noticed Evelynn's slight shivering.

"I'm fine." She said flatly.

"No you're not." A simple response.

"I'm fine…" Her voice was a lot meeker this time

"No. You are not. You're shaking, you're hurt, you've lost a lot of blood." Daelys expanded on his previous words.

"I-" A quiet sob escaped Evelynn. A sob that surprised her. The sudden wetness on her cheeks was completely new. She had only ever seen tears before, she's never felt them pour forth from her eyes before. "I'm…" Evelynn didn't know what to say. Hurt? Afraid? Angry? All of it? She's never felt anything like this before. She's never been anything but the hunter before. Her nakedness suddenly grew many times more uncomfortable and her supple form felt powerless.

A hand laid on her shoulder. Daelys' hand was warm. Or maybe he was also cold but just less cold than Evelynn. The man sighed and ran his spare fingers through his golden hair, his honey eyes softening under the dim, silver moonlight as he scooted closer to Evelynn.

"You are a confusing woman, Evelynn." He whispered as he pulled her closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around her to share his warmth with her. Daelys made sure that he did not touch her wounds.

Evelynn wanted to push away at first but then reluctantly softened into his embrace, the invitation of a reprieve from the cold was too alluring to deny. At least the act of two bodies pressed together was something she knew very well but not like this. Not this gesture of… kindness, devoid of any lust.