Wayne followed the smell of blood into the dark alley, the smell of blood was fresh, and only blood that had not yet coagulated could give off such a smell.

In her quest for demons, she has hunted many dark creatures, most of which are shapeshifters.

Transfigurations are humans who have mastered dark magic, and they usually hide in the crowd and behave like normal humans. Some people are born like this, others learn the magic because of curses, or by will.

When Wayne killed the shapeshifters, she smelled their blood—whether in human form, monster form, or the over-form of both, the smell of their blood was no different from that of a normal human.

And the first shapeshifter Vayne kills is her mentor. Frey, a Freljord witch doctor, shares the same tragic fate as Vayne, but chooses to curse herself for gaining the depraved power of transformation as a capital for revenge.

She loved Frey as much as she loved her biological mother, but when Frey turned into a beast in order to save her, she did not hesitate to kill her mentor without the slightest regret.

Because this family affection is forged in hunting evil, and it binds them together like scars. Frey's transformation awakens painful memories that she will never forget, and unable to accept the facts, she plunges an arrow into Frey's heart.

All in all, in the process of hunting dark creatures again and again, Wayne felt pleasure, ecstasy, and obsession, and her psychology gradually distorted the darkness, and finally lost her only warmth through the killer and completely blackened.

There is no trace of the righteousness, friendliness and tenderness of the traditional Demacian people in her, but the endless jealousy of evil and the dark determination of revenge remain.

As the saying goes, blackening is three points stronger. Only by becoming cold-blooded and ruthless enough can he be a hunter who hunts in the dark. The identities of prey and hunter have been reversed, and the dark world of Runeterrae will fear her presence, just as these demons have terrified her.

Wayne wore a dark blue tight-fitting leather coat and a dark red cape, and her long black hair was tied into a long braid of sugar gourd strings, which was a way for her to hide a little unexpected secret weapon in her hair.

Demons never stand up to people, and that was the first lesson Frey taught her.

She wasn't worried about the dim environment of the alley, and as a night hunter, she naturally equipped herself with some equipment that could assist her in low-light environments.

The dark red sunglasses she wears are made of a special glass that not only does not reduce the sense of light, but also allows her to see in the dark.

Wayne approached cautiously, even though he was wearing iron boots, and did not make any sound of startling the snake. She walked to the last corner of the alley, and before she could see the scene of the demon's murder, she could already hear her tormenting victims.

The sound was like the sound of hair rubbing against each other when the ears and temples grinded, and it was like the sound of rodents gnawing on hard objects, which made people shudder and creepy.

But Wayne was incredibly calm, and even more excited.

She poked her head out of the corner, trying not to make any noise, staring coldly into the deepest part of the alley.

In the darkest corner, she saw a shirtless man, kneeling on a white floor tile, facing a dead wall.

In front of the man, a beautiful woman with horns on her head sat on his lap, a pair of sharp claws like hot sharp knives, easily slashing across the man's body, and the skin was open.

Seeing the blood oozing out, a thrilling and terrifying smile immediately bloomed on the woman's face.

The smile stinged Wayne's eyes, and the image of a lifetime flashed in Wayne's mind—a stunning woman with horns on her head, standing next to the bloody corpses of her parents. At that time, Wayne panicked and screamed loudly. Before the demonic woman disappeared, she looked at young Vayne, a terrifying and lustful smile flashing across her face.

After many years, Wayne had finally found her enemy, and her anger had clenched her fists, but reason told her to wait a little longer and observe a little longer.

The methods of the devil are strange and unpredictable, and they are endless. Without the certainty of a one-hit kill, you must not rush, if you let her escape, then Vayne will likely spend years or more searching for the demon.

And she couldn't afford to squander it like this with the time that a mortal had.

Evelyn didn't realize she was being targeted, her countless previous meals had never been interrupted, and she had never missed what she wanted to get, so she was a little slack.

The man in front of him fell for her charm and was stunned, giving what he wanted.

He couldn't make the slightest cry for help, his mouth was already hers...... Only those eyes were still moving, and they remained terrified, and he did so when she tore her face.

Evelyn stared at the helpless eyes.

Although the man could not move, he could still feel the pain.

She wraps two whip ropes around the man's back, from head to toe, skinning and cramping, looking for his pain points. The sharp tail spike pierced his lower back, slicing through the flesh along the rib cage and peeling away the thin skin from the spine...... Leaving all the bloody wounds exposed to the dirty darkness and the cold wind of the cold night, the different pains are layered on top of each other, creating a rich taste like a mille-feuille cake.

The torture he was subjected to was put to good use and would never be wasted.

She saw all of his pain manifest in these eyes, and every time she changed to a new position to explore the unexplored area, the man's eyelashes would tremble at a high frequency, and the pain would hit the apex again and again, until she climaxed.

But this is not enough, this man's pain is not sweet enough, like inferior honey, which is sweet but lacks a high-end taste.

So she could only rely on her imagination to imagine that she was torturing the knight lady she had seen during the day, or the young man beside her, so as to bring her more pleasant feelings, and she couldn't stop it.

"Like what you're looking for? I'll take your eyelids off. Evelyn withdrew a blood-stained whip rope and placed it to her lips to taste the blood dripping from the tail thorn, then let out a soft, debauched laugh and began to sprint towards the peak of pleasure and pain, into the final closing stages.

Vayne was untouched, but that didn't stop her from understanding the meaning behind the coquettish cry, and she knew that for a short period of time, the demon's senses would be filled with pleasure, and it would be difficult to detect the movement around her.

The atmosphere of pain was almost suffocating, and she silently removed the heavy crossbow behind her back and set it up in front of her. Giant crossbow arrows quenched with holy silver crept out of the shadows, flashing with a dangerous light, aiming at the demon's unaware delicate body.