#askvladquestion

The night. The... Dark, night. The night where you can't watch where your steps are going to land. The Deadly night. The Noxian night. This very night a scream resonated in the streets, quickly extint, with a succion noise.  As the moon got off the grey clouds, the silhouette of the Crimson Reaper drew itself on the noxian alley, beholding casually the dead corpse in front of him with a smile on his lips and a splendid blood rose at his feet, as he loved them.. He was leaving in the moment, but... Somehow he felt bad. Something in his belly was making him sick. Never before he felt such a feeling. Looking behind him for the dead body, his eyes narrowed as he beheld no corpse but a greenish melting smoking remain of the one he killed a minute before. Something was wrong with this... Supporting himself against a wall, he breathed slowly and heavily, and kept his calm and health back for a moment. Suddenly, a white crescent appeared in the dark in front of him, followed by red spheres. Several lines flowed on the white form, designing a spooky smile, and black pearls poped in the spheres, making staring eyes at the Hemomancer. It spoke :"Why... Hello, Vladimir, hehe. You seem... in a distress. Is there anything I can do for helping you ?"