Chapter 3: The Demon Whore

The Fox fell over, and tried to take deep breath, her lungs compressed to a heaving pain. Blue energy was all around her, electrifying the air, and creating a crackling noise that deafened the ear. The now transformed fox had begun clawing the earth around her, trying to find purchase as she gasped for air.

The final, dying breath of a man next to her, could barely be heard over the soul storm containing the Fox. He was just a small man, bald, and covered in runic tattoos. His deep blue eyes, burned with the same electrical intensity as the magic seeping from his body. The outstretched hand of the mage, then began to lower, as the spell around the Fox had started to fade. Finally, his hand hit the ground, and the spell dissipated, now just a memory.

She just wanted to get away from this place now, so she got up to walk. She tried to, at least, but the realization that her legs were broken struck her. They were clearly broken in the middle, why else couldn't she easily walk away, as her paws dragged behind her? The Fox wiggled her toes. Her toes. She had toes now?

Startled, the once fox, looked down at its hands. Hands? Foxes don't have hands, so why did she? Seeing her hands, the Fox looked around at her back legs. It was hard for her to strain her neck at first, so she got up, positioned on her back legs. In a kneeling position, she fell backwards, feet raised into the air. Feet? Foxes don't have feet! Wiggling her toes in front of her, the Fox confirmed that they were indeed hers.

What was she going to do? She couldn't possibly have been transformed into a human, could she? Looking around for the man that had done this to her, the Fox's sight rested upon the dead corpse. Outraged, she crawled over to him, and began hitting him.

"Wake up, you can't die! How am I supposed to turn back into my true form? Wake up!" The Fox's outburst could not be heard by the man, but she noticed them almost immediately. Her hands clasped up to her mouth in shock. She could talk, the Fox could talk! And she knew all of the words by heart, like she had been speaking them her entire life! But what else did she know?

The Fox began looking into her memories, searching for something she knew not to be hers. Looking back, she remembered when she was a child, playing with a toy. Wait, that wasn't right. Those weren't her memories, they were someone else's! Her memories had changed as well, not just her common knowledge!

The Fox began tearing up, almost upon the breaking point of hysteria. Holding her hands against her temples, she started to delve into madness. How could she tell apart her own memories if they were meshed together? She remembered moments ago, when she was a fox, but she could also remember it as a human male. Fighting with the arcane arts, blasting people apart with fire and ice!

What had come to pass, was that the mage had been mortally injured, and everyone that had attended the battle, died. No survivors were spared, but there was still hope. If the mage could somehow transfer his mind to some other medium, then maybe he could make it out of this alive. Searching around, he was met eye to eye with a curious fox. It noticed that he was moving, so the fox came closer.

"That's it, I won't hurt you. It's alright." The soothing words from the mage brought the Fox almost in his reach. "Just a few more steps, don't be shy." His hand shot out, and grabbed the Fox by the leg. Blue beams of light shot out, and surrounded the Fox. The mage could feel his very soul being sucked out, through his arm, and into the Fox. Moments later, he had lost consciousness, and awoke in a new body he had made.

The Fox had begun remembering what walking was like. Her body clearly recommended walking over crawling, so with shaky legs, the Fox got up from her knees slowly. Holding her arms out to balance herself, The Fox grew more confident that this was the way she wanted to move around. One step in front of the other, she made her way across the battlefield around her, coming to its end at a hillside.

On the way there, she felt herself fighting some other presence within her mind. "Leave the reigns to me, foxy. I'm taking control from here on out." A rude voice exposed itself, and talked to her within her. He called himself Cael Erebos, a famed mage throughout Noxus that was attacking the Ionian forces there.

"You're still alive, but inside me?" The Fox, shocked by this fact, took a step back.

"Yes, and It won't be you for much longer, just let me gain some more strength. Your simplistic animal mind can't hold on for too long." The voice became menacing, and the great mage Cael Erebos was taking hold of what was left of the Fox.

"No! This is my body, you can't have it!" The Fox tried fighting back, saying anything she could to conjure her own strength.

"If you haven't noticed, this isn't your body anymore, it's mine. I'll be taking my due now." The Fox fell to ground in pain. It felt like her heart was about to burst out of her chest, beating faster and faster. Her mind was swimming with the pain, but there was a voice who didn't fear it. Continually nagging her, telling her she was weak, and that soon, she wouldn't exist anymore.

Finally, with an agonizing shriek, the Fox cried out. "Help! Someone, please! I need help!" The only thing the fox could think of, was calling for aid. By doing so, it had saved her life. The animal instinct had bested the mage's power.

"Who calls for assistance?" An old woman's voice could be heard across the field.

The Fox looked all around her, searching for the source of the voice, and finally, she laid eyes on a cloaked figure. "I do! I need your help!"

Right after called for the woman, she then said something contradictory. "Actually, I'm fine, I can manage on my own." The Fox couldn't believe it. She had just uttered those words without meaning to.

"Ah, yes. I believe you do." The cloaked figure came forward, as the Fox stumbled backwards. One side telling her to run, and the other side fighting to reach the other human. "Don't be afraid, I'm going to relieve you of that hijacker."

The old woman came closer, and raised a thumb up to the Fox. Pressing her thumb against her forehead, the cloaked figure began chanting. Light leapt off of where she collided with the skin, and began forming two distinct parties. On one side, was a thin, sly, fox. On the other, a stout, bald man. The female body's eyes began to roll back into her head, leaving a blank expression on her face.

"Shame on you. Just because it was your time to go, doesn't mean you can break nature's boundaries on a whim! But I can't just take you out. A fox in a lady's body would be traumatic indeed, so I shall sedate you, until we return to my home." With that, the witch began chanting a counter spell, holding her palms out toward the female body. Similar blue light leapt from her fingers, and began melding with the vessel. The picture of the man began to fade, but it didn't vanish completely, just enough that it seemed almost ghostly.

"There we are, come back to the world, a free mind." The witch wrapped a hand around the fox's shoulders, steadying her so that she wouldn't fall. The exhaustion on the fox's face was apparent, but she was still conscious.

"Thank..." The fox could barely mutter the words to the witch.

"It's nothing, just my gift to one of the wild. Now come, I will try to strengthen your spirit, so that we can make the journey to my home." The witch then shot more blue energy into the Fox, and her ears perked up, exhilarated all of a sudden. The Fox's stance became much surer, and she felt able to move on without aid for standing.

"I feel… better, thank you."

"It's no trouble for me. Helping others is its own reward." The witch smiled into the Fox's eyes kindly. Her faded blonde hair almost hidden, complimenting her bright blue eyes. "Now it's best we move quickly, before you catch a cold. There are warm clothes in my home you can use."

At that statement, the Fox looked down at herself. She was completely naked from head to toe. She quickly tried covering her lady parts, but then became confused. Why was she doing so? The witch chuckled at this. Awkwardly, she placed her hands back down at her sides.

"That's strange, I felt… indecent." The Fox gave a confused look at the Witch.

"Follow me, and I'll explain to you on the way." The Witch beckoned, and the Fox followed her. Following a path through the woods, the two had left the field of bloody murder, and the clouds were obscured through the many branches and leaves above them. Multiple twists and turns of the trail led them deeper and deeper into the tree filled landscape.

The Fox was searching through her memories. Dividing apart what was the mage's, and what was hers. She still held onto the mage's dearly however, otherwise, she wouldn't even be able to walk!

"By now you've noticed you're in the same body as someone else. You're body has also dramatically changed, so I feel sympathy for you." The Witch turned her head towards the Fox. "I'm sorry that this had to happen. No one deserves to be so dramatically changed against their will. Luckily, I have a way to help you with that."

Peacefully marching along the path gave rise to a question. "How were you close enough to hear me scream for help?" This gave the witch a grim expression.

"There have been many battles breaking out across Ionia. I had come to the aftermath hoping to heal some survivors. Instead, I must now rid you of a survivor." The witch didn't say anymore on the subject, so the Fox avoided talking for the rest of the way.

After a time of walking, the couple had arrived in an opening within a grove. Almost hidden behind some bushes, an old, worn out cottage awaited them. "Here is our destination. Now I can help you even more than before. Come, inside lays your fate." The witch said this, and walked into the cottage, the Fox following her in.

Inside the cottage was an assortment of tiny bones, old scraps of paper, and scattered runes. A set of ragged clothes, and a cloak were set on a clothes line, strung up in a window. The Witch motioned her hand towards a seat, and sat across from it. "Come, sit."

The Fox took a few steps forward, and did just that. The Fox's eyes drifted towards to the clothes. "Oh yes, the clothes. Here, let me get them for you." Moving a hand in their direction, the witch levitated them toward her guest, and the Fox grabbed them out of the air.

The Fox quickly slid them on, and looked more comfortable after doing so. Laughing a bit, the witch began to speak. "As you see, your human side has come from the invading mage. Many emotions you've never felt are now entering your mind, corrupting the natural rhythms you were gifted as a fox. How anyone can call themselves human, and do so to another being, is eluding me." The witch pointed at the Fox's head. "Look, you're not even entirely human, the magic placed upon you couldn't remove all of the Fox."

Placing her hands quickly on her head, the Fox gasped in shock. Her ears were on top of her head, like a fox's, but not on her sides, like a human's. "Then there's your tails." The witch pointed below.

The Fox looked down immediately spying out that she indeed had tails, not just one, but nine! "His magic wasn't entirely powerful enough to alter nature completely. Nothing is. As there is life, death always follows. These are the laws we abide when we come to this plane of existence. Attempting to escape death this way was beyond cowardly." The witch spat this in disgust, taking on a more serious and stern tone.

"Can I ever become a fox again?" The Fox's eyes began to water, as she looked up at the witch.

The witch shook her head slowly, dropping the Fox's hopes as soon as she had done so. "I'm afraid this is above reversal. It is not easy to remove a wound once it has been driven deep. This magic was powerful enough to almost alter your form completely human. Trying to reverse it would just scar you more, and turn you into an even more unnatural beast."

Hearing these words from the witch, the Fox's shoulders slumped, and her eyes couldn't leave the ground. Despair was taking her. She was a freak. An abomination to what she used to be. To all beings.

"But that doesn't make things completely hopeless for you, my dear. Look, hold out your palm." The witch held out her hand to receive the Fox's.

Looking up slowly, the Fox gingerly gave hers to the witch. "I'll give you a reading, to tell you what your future brings. You see this line here? This is your life line. It's very long, the longest I've seen to be honest! And here's your love line. It seems you'll find someone you care very deeply for, how nice. Ah, and right there is your fate line." Pointing at a split line, the witch took on a concerned look. "It branches off into two different directions at the end. That means you'll have a very important decision to make further down the road. I hope you make the right decision, otherwise, it could lead into an unwanted fate. Let's just hope for the best." The witch pulled away her hand, allowing the Fox to take control of her arm once more.

"I have some spells here that may help you. But they are dangerous. It's your choice to allow me to cast them." The witch pulled a book from a desk drawer, and blew off the dust from the cover. It was a completely black tome, and had a very aged look.

"This is a cursed magnum opus. One I wish I had never created, a long time ago." The witch opened it at the middle with care, not damaging the contents inside.

Turning the pages for some time, the witch stumbled upon what she was looking for. "Yes, here it is." She pointed at the picture within. It detailed an orb of swirling, illuminated masses. "This is what can change you for the better, and help you control what's inside."

The Fox leaned in for a closer look, but didn't look so sure. "I'll explain. You have that mage still inside of you, and I cannot stay with you forever, so at some point, he will resurface. When that happens, you will be completely consumed by his will, and you will cease to exist."

The Fox flinched. "But that's where this spell comes in. You see, with this ball of raw energy, you can capture his soul within it." Saying this, the witch placed the book down on the ground, and began chanting the words on the pages.

Light began illuminating between the Fox and the witch. The blue glow started to grow in mass, as the witch continued her chant, and runes around her started to flicker. Shaping itself, the mass turned into a blue ball the size of the Fox's head. Finally, the witch stopped, and looked at her master piece. Swirling blue was floating there, as if a small star had graced Valoran's surface, but not burning it.

"Here, take the ball in your hands." The Fox held her hand out, but then retracted it, fearing to be burned. "Don't worry, the sphere is pure magic, not fire. It won't harm you if you hold it." After a moment, the Fox then reached for the ball, and cupped it with her hands.

The Fox brought it close to her face, coddling it like it would fall from her hands if she let go. "I've bound it to your will. Whatever you desire it to do, it will do as you command."

Looking at it some more, the Fox began experimenting with it. She thought that it should fall like a normal object. With a crash, it fell to the ground. Shocked, the Fox quickly imagined that it could float once more, and so it did, raising to her eye level.

The witch grinned. "This isn't just a play toy, but a prison for souls. Try now imagining the mage inside of you. Feel his form, his essence." The Fox nodded, and looked deep within herself. She could feel him, as if he was a sleeping memory, but he was definitely there still. "Now try commanding the ball to take him from you."

The Fox imagined the mage being sucked into a vortex that led to the sphere of energy. The swirling mass began to glow with more intensity, and the Fox almost thought she could actually hear the sucking noise.

"Yes, that's it, keep focusing on him leaving your body!" The witch was excited to see her spell working. Finally, the Fox could feel his essence leave its vessel completely, but somehow, she sensed that he wasn't entirely gone.

"Good, now that he's in the orb, it will empower you."

"I feel, different somehow. Like, I'm not as human. I don't have the same emotions. They're now… dulled." The Fox wrinkled her nose, and looked up at the witch.

"That's because the mage is no longer linked to your body directly. He's still effecting you however. The orb you hold will contain him, and allow you to experience whatever he has. You can gain his knowledge, and become even more powerful, and wiser, than you've ever been! But that's a double-edged sword." The witch picked the tome she had used back up, and placed it inside the drawer once more, closing it.

"What do you mean by that? Am I in danger?" The Fox feared she was once more in peril.

"Yes, in a way. This orb can lead you to temptation, to gain more souls for its hunger. You see, this is an unstable mass of energy, and it grants you to become more human if you choose to. But once you get a taste of it, you'll never want to stop until it had its fill. If you decide to keep it, I won't stop you. If you don't, then you will be taken over by the mage once more, for his spirit must go back inside you. The orb takes, but it is not generous, for it will not take on your burden without receiving its due."

The Fox looked back down at the orb in fear. "Does that mean, I need to continue collecting souls for it?"

The witch nodded. "I'm afraid so. All you must do, is meet with another human on a common ground. They have to be completely taken with you, in some way. That means you must appeal to them. Once you've calmed their soul enough, you can command the orb to take it, and the soul will willingly allow you to rip it from its owner. It's a disgusting, terrible thing to do to someone, but it is what the orb will force you to do."

"So that's why it's a cursed tome." The Fox said with a dissuaded expression. "And if I refuse to do so? If I don't let the orb feed?"

The witch shook her head. "Then it will devour you."

"I see." The Fox looked down at the orb once more with dismay.

"I'd recommend you travel where the people are mostly evil, that way, you won't feel as guilty when you murder them." The Fox had expected the witch to say that light heartedly, but the witch was being entirely serious. "Go to Noxus if you want to keep your conscious slightly clear. The men that come from there are wicked, and corrupted to the bone. They've been invading these lands quite often of late, but you can get there with these."

The witch got up, left the cottage, and came back a minute later. In her hands were stones.

"What am I to do with those?" The Fox was confused.

"Pay close attention." With a wave of her hand, and a quick incantation, the stones had clearly turned into solid gold. "The way out of Ionia will cost you large sums of money for safe passage. I wouldn't consort to fooling others for personal gains, but in this instance, I'll accept that it's necessary." The witch handed the illusionary gold to the Fox.

"Pay a ferry to sneak you over the Noxus border. Once you're there, design your fate. If anything happens, if anything attacks you, then you can use the orb as a weapon. Just imagine it as a projectile, and then bring it back. It's a much more fatal way to rip out someone's soul, and it will give you violent thoughts instead of good ones, but it's the only way to attack with the orb." The Fox nodded with understanding.

"You've given me everything I own now. Thank you." The Fox was thankful, but there was something dulling the sweetness of the moment. As if she really didn't care. Belongings didn't matter to her so much, but something from the mage's memory told her it was the right thing to say.

"As I've said, it's no problem for me. Kindness is its own reward." The witch stepped back, and smiled once more. "Take your time gathering yourself if you want. You can stay the night here for rest, or you can begin your journey now."

The Fox gave it a moment's thought, but decided to choose the latter. "I want to get as far away from Ionia as I can, before the orb hungers once more."

The witch liked her answer. "Then you've chosen. Take these shoes before you go, you'll have a large path to follow." The witch took raggedy shoes from beneath some papers, and handed them to the Fox. "I wouldn't feel right if you left without them. And, one more thing." The witch pulled out a piece of parchment from her cloak belt. "A map for you to find your way by. The black X is where you are. The cottage door faces north, so use that as a reference with the sun." Once more, the Fox thanked the witch.

Getting up to leave, the Fox placed the shoes upon her feet, slipping them on with ease. Walking past the witch, thanking her as she went by, the Fox exited the cottage. She turned around one last time to look back at the building. She wanted to ask the witch one more question.

"What's your name?" The witch was in the doorway now. Her hood down, and pale hair gleaming in the sun.

She thought for a second. "I don't know anymore. I've lost my name years ago to the tide of new souls, because of the same sort of spell orb you're carrying now. How do you think I've become so experienced in magic wielding?"

The Fox looked down quickly, forgetting to bring the sphere with her, but saw it in her hand she looked down. The witch chuckled. "If you don't think about it, the orb stays with you, invisible to the naked eye. But you can physically tell it to stay in place when you want it to. Be warned however, always make sure to keep it near you when it hungers. For if you leave it alone long enough, it will come for you itself, unless you dismiss it completely."

The Fox gulped, but nodded one more time to the witch. "Take care young woman. I hope I'll hear again from you someday, but I am old. My time may yet come to pass soon. Be safe." And with those final words from the nameless entity, she turned, and walked away from the clearing forever. The witch moved onto another realm that night, never seeing the Fox again.

Pushing aside her animalistic instincts to hunt, the Fox continued along the path she had taken to get to the cottage. Looking at the map, she would come upon a village shortly after passing the battlefield. It was mind numbing how she was literally an animal just that morning. The Fox was surprised at how she had accepted her fate so easily. It must have been the more logical side, from the mage, effecting her. His life was dedicated to mastering the dark arcane arts. The Fox thought she could use some of his experience to her advantage.

Finally clearing the forest, and arriving at the battlefield, the Fox followed the map up the hill where she made battle with the mage's soul. Thinking about how stressful it was with two minds in one body again, made the Fox thankful once more for the orb. The power within it bristling with light, but it disappeared quickly when the Fox came upon the village.

Entering at a brisk pace, the Fox passed by a few houses, and then entered into a small marketplace area. Many were devoid of life, as if everyone had dropped what they were doing, and went home. There was one stall with a vendor at it, and the Fox approached it.

"Where are the other townsfolk?" The Fox asked the man at the stand.

"Haven't you heard? There's been a battle right next to the town! Of course, I can't just go home because of some fighting between Noxus forces, I have to make a living you know." The vendor shrugged, and smiled. "Everyone else can run scared, I'll just sell some food to the Noxus forces when they come by." The vendor laughed out loud at his joke, and the Fox giggled as well.

"Well you won't have to worry about them, because I came by the way of the battlefield."

The vendor gave an incredulous look. "Oh, you have?"

"Yes, and there's no more forces on either side standing. All have been felled by each other's hand." At the news, the vendor slumped back.

"Oh that's a relief. I thought I really would have had to sell Noxians my wears. They're a tough crowd you know. They'd most likely pillage my stall, and slay me in the process." The vendor gave a large heavy sigh. "That means we don't have a garrison anymore though. Well, would you like to buy anything?"

The Fox did feel hungry, and the fruit the man was selling, enticing. "I'd like some of those please." The Fox pointed out a row of yellowish, orange, circular shaped fruits.

"Are you not from around here Ms.? Those are called Gempo fruit if you ever want to buy them again, just for reference." The vendor gave a sarcastic grin, but started piling up a few oranges, and placed them in a bag.

The Fox became flustered. The Noxian mage she contained didn't know of the local flora in Ionia, so the fruit name had eluded her. "Yes, thank you. I'm not from around here." The Fox had decided not to tell the truth, and pulled one of the illusion stones out of her pocket. "Will this be enough?"

When the vendor laid eyes on what the Fox had been holding, his mouth dropped to its hinge's fully extent. "Yes, that would do it, for the entire stand if you wanted."

The Fox shook her head. "No, I think that's enough." She had felt guilty if she took the entire thing. Besides, it was fake gold anyway.

"Alright then, if you insist." The vendor handed her the fruit with a shaky hand, and took the fake gold in the other. "Thank you for your service, I hope you have a fantastic journey!" The vendor said as he waved to her goodbye, and the Fox left the market.

If she was going to survive in the human world, she would need to collect more souls, ones with knowledge of the areas she was in. But she wasn't entirely sure how to go by doing that. Taking the pathway to the west, instead of continuing north, the Fox headed towards Ionia's coast, and a coastal settlement.

She thought some more about it. First, they would have to hold common ground with her. Something that they want, and she could give. It hit her as the simplest thing she could give anyone. Every animal is imbued with the need to reproduce, but since she had become human, it was obvious that they took it to another level. Human's enjoyed sex, and it wasn't just a necessity, so the Fox knew many males would find her instantly attractive. Taking this into account, the Fox decided she needed to look more attractive.

The town she had just left got most of its imports from a nearby coastal city. The fishery and trading services brought many a good to the island of Ionia, keeping its economy afloat. The attack led on the town was mostly guerilla type forces, trained to strike quickly, and then get out. Apparently, they were caught by a patrol before they could infiltrate the town, and had engaged with the surrounding area's garrison. This, however, didn't affect the city. Being a major settlement that fed the economy of most of the towns nearby, it had a naval protection force around the bay, making sure to protect the city at all costs.

Coming up to it, The Fox was dazzled by the many lights dangling from buildings, as it was beginning to turn to dusk. The night life of the city was monstrous, with many passerby, and lots of stalls open for business of all kinds. There was activity of all kinds around! Masks being sold, traditional foods being eaten, and merriness being spread throughout the crowds. Clearly, it was a momentous holiday here, and no word of the battle today had yet been spread.

The Fox took care to look for clothes, ones that made her more appealing to the opposite sex. She needed to look her best.

Finally coming up to a stall called 'Traditional Ionian Wear', The Fox looked for the sexiest dress she could find. Quickly, her eyes laid upon a much less conservative Ionian wear, and she ordered it from the vendor as soon as she had seen it.

"The new style kimono, perfect for an attractive young lady, but do you have the money? It is quite expensive you know." The vendor eyed her raggedy clothes suspiciously, until the Fox pulled out another illusionary piece of gold. "Right then, here you are!" The vendor handed over the kimono with excitement, forgetting her suspicions immediately.

"Thank you." The Fox took the kimono in her hand. Moving over to an adjacent stall, the Fox also purchased nice dress shoes to compliment her newly acquired clothing. Receiving all she needed to successfully seduce a man, she began looking for a private place to undress in.

Spying some bushes alongside a local bar, she forged her way behind them, and began undressing. Placing her old clothes onto a tree branch, she started slipping on the kimono, but not before a drunk had decided he would take a piss behind those bushes. This was the beginning of the end for him.

"Whoa, hey, this really is my lucky night!" The Fox snapped around, finding the man staring her up and down, as she still had her breasts uncovered. Solving that problem, she crossed her chest with her arms. "I never thought I'd see such a foxy woman naked in front of me." What a smooth talker.

Thinking quickly, the Fox decided she'd use him as a test subject. When she was done, she could just place his soul back in him. "You're right, it is your lucky day." Wooing the man with her words, the Fox dropped her arms from her chest, and placed her hands on her hips.

The man gave a shocked look, and then began unbuttoning his pants as quickly as he could, dropping them to his ankles. Rushing up to her, he pinned her against the side of the building she was next to, a gasp being let out by the Fox. His breath mingled with hers, and their eyes met. "This is the luckiest night of my life for sure." With a drunk pucker, the man dove in for a kiss, and the Fox obliged.

She wanted this over as soon as possible, so when their lips met, she began thinking of the vortex, sucking in the man's soul. The orb appeared next to the man's head. It was egging him on, amplifying his desires and lust, forcing him onto the Fox with no real choice in what he was doing. Slowly, he keeled over, lifeless. The Fox felt the surge of energy inside of her, now containing the knowledge he had, and the emotions as well. Pure delight is what she felt, and she felt a lot of it. His soul was much stronger than the mage's, not logical, but full of emotion! This made the fox feel lustful, almost like she didn't want to let go of the soul. Wait a moment. She didn't want to let go of the soul at all!

With a sly grin, and a lick of her lips, tasting the beer of the drunk's mouth on them, she slipped on her kimono all the way. Leaving behind the corpse, the Fox strutted back out into the streets.

By the docks, it was dark and hazy. The lights and sounds of the celebration of Ionia's newest victory, a faint glow in the distance. A ferryman laid there, sleeping from the lack of responsibility set on him. His only job was to ferry those who wished to go to the mainland. Anywhere nearer to Noxus wasn't somewhere an Ionian wanted to be, so work for him was short of late. Just his luck to pick the least wanted line of work he possibly could.

Faint footsteps could be heard walking down the docks, towards the man laying down. An individual cleared its throat, and began to wake him up. It waited a while before he got up, and asked what it was up to. "What was that?"

"I would like a ferry ride to the main land please."

He thought he hadn't heard her clearly, but he asked again anyway. "Yes, that's what I said, I want to go to Valoran." The woman was getting impatient with him.

"Is this some sort of joke? You're just messing with me because of the celebration, no one wants to go to Noxus right now." He waved his hand at her, and began to turn away, until the woman pulled out a lump of gold.

"I'll pay handsomely if you bring me there by tomorrow morning." Seeing this, the ferryman perked up, and went to get the ferry ready.

"Of course, I'll make sure everything's okay before we go!" The ferryman headed off quickly, and the woman waited for him to finish up whatever preparations were necessary.

By now, the Fox had already consumed two other people's souls that night, and she was loving every second she had done so. There was no guilty conscious there. All of them were drunks, and all she could feel from them was happiness and desire. The mage side just bore love for killing these lesser beings anyway. Nothing in her had a regret for killing them, and she laughed thinking about the old wretch that had given her this power. What were her warnings to her now? She shouldn't be so worried, because, in a world of men, she would never run out of kindling for the fire.

Within in a few minutes, the ropes were ready to be cast away from the docks, and the Fox had boarded the ferry. The ferryman hurriedly separated the ferry from land, and so began the day long journey to Noxus.

The Fox awoke, with only a small stretch left between her, and the mainland. The ferryman was keeping a watchful eye on the coast, making sure there were no Noxian patrols ready to make their shore party, a dead one. She got up, and walked to the ferryman's side.

"Here you go, what you were promised." The Fox pulled out the lump of gold, and handed it to him. He looked down, with a gleam of pure glee, he snatched it from her hand, and looked it over with excitement.

"Thank you miss, you sure made this venture worth my while." After a while, when they reached the shore bed, his gleaming turned sour.

"Hey, what's the meaning of this?" Frowning, the gold started to lose its color. What was once the brilliant shining outside of the fake gold, was now the grey rock from before the illusion was cast. "Are you taking me for a fool? I want real payment right now." The ferryman angrily stomped over to the Fox before she could leave the ferry, and took her fiercely by the arm. "You're not leaving until I get what I deserve!"

"Then you'll get it." With a slutty wink, the Fox began slipping off the shoulder part of her kimono with her other hand. The ferryman's eyes followed her hand the entire way, until she was bare naked before her.

"Now that's more like it!" It wasn't long before he too was laid lifeless onto the ground. The Fox had barely even looked at him as he slumped. Batting her hair to the side, she made off towards a tall city in the distance, after putting back on her kimono.

Taking a direct route towards the buildings she had seen, the Fox was spotted by a Noxian patrol. "Halt, who goes there? Be you friend or foe?" The Noxians held their weapons in a defensive gesture. Their black and silver armor gleaming in the morning sunlight. Spears aimed at her, and shields raised high. Crests of Noxus on their shields.

"What do you think?" The Fox playfully rolled her orb around in her hands. This queued the Noxians to surround her with spears pointed inwards. They took a cautious step forward, inclosing her.

"Come with us quietly, or we will kill you, this is not an option." The Noxians meant business, but the Fox continued pandering around the issue.

"Who, me? I'm just too delicate, aren't I? If you poked me with those, I'd bruise badly." Saying this, the Noxians reaffirmed their stance.

"Come with us now, or-."
"Come with us now, or what?" The Fox raised her orb in the air, and it shined much brighter.

"Attack men!" Their spears thrust towards the Fox, looking for killing blows on all sides, but all they could find was air, for the Fox was above them.

"Shouldn't have messed with me." The Fox thought with a deliciously violent smile. Jumping all around them, she sent her orb out to attack each soldier. One by one, the orb shred through their armor, into their very beings, and ripped out their souls forcefully. This filled the sphere of power with violent thoughts and souls. Making the Fox only revel in it more. She counted five souls, but six had been killed, or so she thought.

Raising a fist in protest, a close to death soldier let out his last few breaths. "Who… are you?" The Fox turned towards the man.

Searching deep within some of the souls she obtained, there was a girl in a memory. A sweetheart of one of the men she had killed. Her name would do.

"My name, is Ahri."

What happened next was one of the longest open killing sprees in Valoran history. Beginning with Noxus, Ahri did nothing but steal souls for the longest time, reveling in the sickness that was in all Noxians she fed on. Their corrupt ideals only filling her with more lust for their bodies and minds, as if they were play toys just for her!

Eventually, Noxus just wasn't enough, and the populace had wizened up to her presence. They thought they had driven her out, but to be keeping to the truth, Ahri wanted to leave anyway. Her next destination was for Demacia, going through the lush, green forests that the Institute of War would soon stand upon. This was still during the Runic Wars, therefore, it did not yet exist.

Demacia was full of young, stout men ready for a maiden to settle down with. Ahri took this to her advantage, loving the change of pace that the challenge added to her life. Acting out as an innocent lover that just wanted to get married, but couldn't wait to have sex afterword, was her favorite act to pull. So many an innocent Demacian had fallen into her clutches as well. Although, it had taken them much less time to figure out her ploys. Demacia is a much fairer society than Noxus, and the dots were connected to her quickly. Ahri had only killed half as many Demacians, than she did Noxians.

It was around this time, that the Institute of Battle was created, and the Runic Wars had ended. This led into a golden age of peace, compared to the ravages of war before. About a month after she had left Demacia, Ahri was approached by a representative of the League in a small bordering town of Demacia. There, she was convinced to join their ranks, and became a full-fledged champion. This was as long as she could gain souls from fighting in the Fields of Justice, however. The deal was struck.

And so, the legend of Ahri became fact, as all across Valoran could see her with their very own eyes. In every city state, there wasn't a single viewer of the League that didn't know her name, that didn't know what crimes she had committed. No one who had experienced, first hand, what she has done, would ever forgive her. To them, Ahri could never be trusted, and never forgiven. She was a blight on the world. She was, the Demon Whore.