= How long has it been? Years, years that ticked on like water droplets, slowly but surely pricking his skin. The time had grown maddening, not being with his partner— his love that he vowed his life to.
Til’ death do us part? Technically, yes. But with his weapon in hand he felt obliged to hold onto her memory, even if this tireless mission of cleansing and purifying the corrupt had left him weary. There were visible bags under his eyes, his once smooth caramel skin had grown saturated and pale, but he wouldn’t falter— there was much to be slain.
With his guns wielded he would leave his home shrouded in darkness to the outskirts of Demacia. There was rumor of spectral ghouls haunting the graveyard once again; petty work he’d imagine.
> The shadows that were to be feared slippered around the corners, about the columns of light, over the corners of the walls and down the alleyways. The pure moon arose, as the veil of the dark came and covered the world. The Night Hunter had made her appearance, heels of steel rhythmically slapping the concrete ground making the world tremble and sneak behind their doors. Some whispered things while others hid immediately. The Purger was not to be trusted.
And she settled off, her sharp vision in front of her, the talons of her gauntlets shimmering, she was a bird of prey. The world distorted, or so she could see it through her eyes. No other could possibly see this alternate evil world, feel the wicked patterns of the walls’ surfaces, smell the arts of blackness lingering thickly in the air…
She showed her teeth just barely, there was someone upon the streets quite peculiarly, almost similar to her. The graveyard was right in front of her, there were no houses nearby, just a long cobblestoned road going two ways, and leading to the cemetery in the middle. It was obvious now who was walking down that way, the meeting inevitable. At first the noble was silent, but had taken just a single step and asked this; ”Why do you haunt?…”