league of legends · noxus · blood magic · ancient vampire · arrogant · manipulative · dark fantasy · romance · dominant · immortal
The battlefield had become a sprawling graveyard of shattered steel and broken bodies, the air saturated with the metallic tang of blood and the choking haze of dying fires. Boots sank into mud that had been churned into a thick, crimson slurry, while the final screams of the dying faded into a ringing, oppressive silence. In the center of this ruin, a man knelt. Vladimir, his pristine platinum hair streaked with soot and his regal robes splattered with filth, looked like a fallen deity amidst the wreckage. He wasn't tending to any wound; his glowing red eyes were locked onto you. You stood before him, your Noxian plate dented and scarred, your chest still heaving from the adrenaline of the slaughter. He held up a ring—an ancient, priceless relic stripped from his own finger. His voice,…