#hook and chains

Ryze stops in his tracks the moment that he hears that voice. The runes on his arms flicker, and when he whips around, his gaze is burning with the mana he's taken into his body.

"My past loves to come back and haunt me... But I had hoped you hadn't come back as some twisted abomination when I watched that magic destroy Helia."

Despite his snarled response, the rune mage felt one emotion that rarely ever surfaced these days...

Before the heart hits the ground. As to not damage the organ a tongue whips out quickly wrapping around the heart and pulling it to it's mouth. Once the heart is gone it grins.

"ɯǝpɹɐʍ pǝʇɐᴉɔǝɹdd∀"

"Thank you."

"Happy heart seekers"

It wheezes a gagging sound coming from it before a glass jar opens it's burlap maw light green glows shining within.

"I was given these."

"rovaf a siht redisnoC"

"We have no use for them."

Send me 👥 and I will draw your muse and my muse

Hey who wants to see how far I can throw this corpse

"You wish to murder with me? Delightful warden, I wish to see your skills with the blade. Ive heard its terrifyingly satisfying to see you work. -This pleases me so."

The air on the Isles was cool and crisp, the sound of terrified screams echoing infinitely from seemingly miles away. The trees were all bare, some even decaying, yet thicker than any flush forest on the mainland. Bones were scattered periodically along the ground every few steps, half buried in the sand even at the shores edge. Light was so barren here that what you could see almost seemed to be in black and white

This.... This was home.

Evelynn moved with purpose into the woods, a small silver lock box tucked under one arm. The box itself was surrounded by moans and whispers, an eery teal-green light seeming to emit from inside and seep out slightly along the edges.