Evelynn Agony'S Embrace
Evelynn Agony'S Embrace
Evelynn Agony'S Embrace
AGONY'S EMBRACE
Within the dark seams of Runeterra, the demon Evelynn searches for her next victim.
She lures in prey with the voluptuous façade of a human female, but once a person
succumbs to her charms, Evelynn’s true form is unleashed. She then subjects her
victim to unspeakable torment, gratifying herself with their pain. To the demon,
these liaisons are innocent flings. To the rest of Runeterra, they are ghoulish tales of
lust gone awry and horrific reminders of the cost of wanton desire.
Evelynn was not always a skilled huntress. She began eons ago, as something
primordial, shapeless, and barely sentient. This nascent wisp of shadow existed, numb
and unroused by any stimulation, for centuries. It might have remained so, had the
world not been upended by conflict. The Rune Wars, as they would come to be
known, brought an era of mass suffering the world had never known.
As people across Runeterra began to experience a vast array of pain, anguish, and
loss, the shadow stirred. The nothingness it had known for so long had been replaced
by the manic vibrations of an agonized world. The creature quivered with excitement.
As the Rune Wars escalated, the world’s torment grew so intense that the shadow felt
as if it might burst. It drank in all of Runeterra’s pain, which it experienced as
boundless pleasure. The sensation nourished the creature, and over time, it
transformed into something more. It became a demon, a ravenous spiritual parasite
that fed on the basest of human emotions.
When the wars finally ended, the world’s suffering waned, and the demon found itself
growing desperate. The only pleasure it had ever known was born of other creatures’
misery. Without their pain, it felt nothing, just as it had in its earliest days.
If the world would not provide the suffering the demon needed to thrive, it would
have to make its own. It needed to inflict pain on other beings so that it could
experience that elation again.
At first, catching prey was a challenge for the demon. It could move undetected in its
shadow form, but to touch a human, the creature needed to manifest as something
tangible. It made several attempts to fashion a physical body from its shadow-flesh,
but each result was more monstrous than the last, scaring off her prey.
The demon realized it needed a shape that was pleasing to humans, one that would
not only lure them right into its claws, but would offer them ecstasy born of their own
desires, so that their pain would be that much sweeter.
From the shadows, it began to study those it sought to prey upon. It tailored its flesh
to their liking, learned to say what they wanted to hear, and to walk in a manner they
found alluring.
In a matter of weeks, the demon had perfected her physique, leading dozens of
enamored victims to be tortured to death at her hands. Though she relishes the
exquisite pain of each of her victims, she always finds herself wanting more. Each
human’s desires are so small, and they always expire too soon. Their pain, too
fleeting to give her anything more than tiny morsels of pleasure, is just enough to tide
her over to the next feeding.
She yearns for the day she can plunge the world into utter chaos, and she can return
to an existence of pure, rapturous ecstasy.