split 'em open

Oh, now wasn’t this just something different? Someone being so bold in their attempts in getting her attention? There was just something so charming about it. Even if it wasn’t all the same like some fool of a magician, it still was enough for Charlie to bashfully turn her eyes away.

“Oh do I? I wouldn’t know, dearie, I’m quite unfamiliar with this city myself as well, which is really unfortunate. It does seem that there isn’t anywhere open, anyway. Everything looks so broken here, doesn’t it?”

Letting out a short chuckle, Charlie’s eyes slowly turned towards the odd stranger. “But I wouldn’t mind a drink at all. I’m rather parched at the moment, to be honest.”

“Oh, yes. That’s a good word for it,” Eve sighs, leaning back and putting a hand to her head. “An entirely broken city. At least such a dire backdrop makes you look all the more stunning.” She gives the woman her best smile, all teeth. 

Eve catches sight of the woman walking down the many winding streets of the city, and can’t deny the thrill of attraction that races through her. Whoever she is, she certainly strikes a memorable image, wearing an old-fashioned black dress and a large red feather in her hair.

Human? Not human? Eve can’t be sure in this place, much to her annoyance. In any case, she wants the woman’s attention immediately. Already she was imagining what kind of person she could be, and all the trouble they could get up to together. She wishes she had her own little black dress on and fresh roses in her hair to make a better impression.

“Good evening, miss,” the demon calls out, trying to go for a dignified lilt. “A fine woman such as yourself wouldn’t happen to know where…”

Oh dear. She hadn’t thought this far. Humans loved asking each other things they already knew in order to flirt, but she didn’t know anything about the city. Thinking fast, she pulls out the hundred stars she was given upon arrival and holds them up to the stranger, bending forward and leaning close.

She almost couldn’t believe her eyes upon seeing him. Evelynn would have liked to have been the only one selected from her old world, and it was just her luck that the first person she recognized had to be The Grand General of Noxus.

She couldn’t say that she knew any more about him than any ordinary citizen. The shadows of the high court of Noxus appeared to be an A-list event, and her invitation seemed to have been lost in the mail. A mundane demon like her was sure to have raven feathers poking the roof of her mouth if she even tried to get near the man.

Still, she had heard the rumors, whispered in fear or reverence depending on the region. The rumors that Jericho Swain had taken control of a demon. Watching how he carries himself now, Evelynn found herself believing them. Worse still, she even owed him; some Noxian campaigns under his command had left her feeling almost as satisfied as the horrors of the Rune wars.

Oh well. Spirale was going to be her new turf, and even someone like him could become her toy in this shining city of opportunity. At least, this is what she tells herself as she realizes she wasn’t going to escape his scrutinizing gaze anytime soon, once her staring attracts his attention.

Upon being told that she could no longer abuse her power of camouflage, Evelynn had scoffed and immediately retreated to the shadows to observe the city. She figured that they couldn’t tell her to step into the light if they couldn’t find her, and had half a mind to ignore the rules of Spirale altogether. It was only when attracting odd looks as she tried to sneak past a small crowd that she looked down at herself and saw her body- beautiful and perfectly crafted as ever, but distinctly visible.

So. Magic was at play even in how she was allowed to conduct herself. She sniffed, then pouted and crossed her arms, then loudly snarled at the still-staring passerby before darting away.

The populace wasn’t too different from where she’d come from. Beings as tall as buildings stooped to converse with tiny fairies while gods and robots gossiped over tea.  Meanwhile, the unforgiving landscape continued to crumble. The whole place smacked of Zaun, especially with the hovering automatons telling everyone what to do.

And what a spectacle that had been! Watching from afar as the crowds scrambled to listen to Ofiuco’s directions, she delighted in seeing that there were still plenty of humans, freshly plucked from their various worlds. Such a variety of tastes! All so confident in themselves with their masteries over swords or magic or hextech, only to find themselves lost in a new world, desperate for companionship and purpose.

She wondered what would happen if the android had demanded that they all jumped into the crater. That was how she would have done it; single-file, down into a pit of spikes, or her own waiting maw.

it’s evelynn! from league of legends! 

mean

theatrical 

self-obsessed

woman-shaped irredeemable sludge demon 

will eat your pain (but you won’t stop feeling it)

cannot stress enough how mean she is. will just insult your character if she can’t feed off of them

HOWEVER: does not eat human flesh!