Being Evil Feels So Good

"What the fuck is this?" Gunther grumbled, seemingly frightened by the clean pieces of armor dropped onto his table.

"It isn't the jewel," Alistar explained, one step ahead of the surprisingly wide man's questions.

This seemed to frustrate Gunther, though, who grumbled even more crudely. "Exactly."

So the young man casually remarked, "I stepped in a big shit." Again throwing off the older man, who then glanced at Shayla as she was clearly standing inside Alistar's personal space, and he frowned.

"Doesn't seem like you're doing that bad."

"We reek of blood," Shayla stated in response, though Gunther honestly couldn't tell.

Still, it was the perfect opening. "Couldn't tell over the smell of wet cat!" he bantered and laughed to himself, both a rare sight, but this was a rare situation. The two feline-like persons were still rather wet, though at least now Shayla had properly dried her shirt.

"Can you get this off our hands?" Alistar continued, he was eager to know how many of the valuable Colored Coins he'd get out of this.

Gunther glanced at the armor and cautioned, "I don't usually deal with dead goods, so don't make this a habit."

"Do we look like we'll be killing someone regularly?" the young murderer questioned and laughed, his eyes that of a soldier who had enjoyed his profession a bit too much.

And this outburst made Gunther quickly sober up. "Before, I'd say no, but now, both of you look like savages."

"Do we?" Shayla asked worriedly and combed her short, layered hair with her fingers while staring up at Alistar, trying to spot any stray hairs.

"I've dealt with dark people before, so I can tell," the older man replied and lit up a cigar to calm down. Shayla realized that he meant their aura, not level of grooming, and stopped combing.

And Alistar gracefully continued, "Well… let's just make the sale and leave before we bring you trouble."

Gunther attempted to barter, but he didn't seem very enthusiastic about it, so the pair got a good deal. The sight of the brightly Colored Coins excited Alistar; they didn't held a candle to a true Iridescent Wish Coin, but there was still something magical about a Colored one, literally. All coins were made out of solidified Chaos.

"Oh, and Alistar?" Gunther suddenly called out as the happy pair left the drab pawn shop.

The young man merely stopped and only turned his head back. "Hm?"

"Did you see the jewel?" the older man asked with a grave tone.

And Alistar frowned. "I wish I hadn't. Don't send anyone else there."

While he got a nod in return. "Didn't have to ask…"

Gunther understood that something bad had happened, and it wasn't just that they killed someone. The people of Onyxport knew not to get involved with Evil.

Unless you were a witch, or a Purifier, or a hextech engineer, or a juiced Hex Enforcer. For those people, Evil was their job.

Then Alistar grabbed Shayla's hand, and they left the pawn shop.

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"Alistar! You survived…! Wait… you got a girl, too?" one of his friends greeted him as he walked down the alley into their little cluster of rickety houses. It was Francis, a very impure dogman with shaggy brown fur who could likely sniff the heavy scent of blood in their clothes if he tried. He was wearing baggy shirt and pants, so it's likely he had just woken up and would change into work clothes soon enough.

But this was no time to chit-chat. "Uhh… a lot of shit happened and I fucked up the job bad, so now we gotta hide. Please don't look for me!" Alistar quickly excused himself then dragged Shayla by the hand as he ran up the stairs to his home.

"Cascudo! At least tell me that you're alright!" Francis shouted back, shocked for a mere moment, but then he remembered this was the first time Alistar brought a woman home and decided to not disturb the little lovekittens.

"I definitely am, but I'm also scared out of my shit!" the catman shouted in return then closed the door behind, turned on the light, and immediately closed the window too. He felt alright, but after what they did, he shouldn't be alright.

Now, safe inside inside his home, Alistar let out a sigh that seemed to bring back the horrific (but also delicious) memories of what they'd done, and his mind struggled to process them. He turned around and was faced with a rather chipper looking Shayla, which didn't help him come to an agreement with the conflicting emotions inside him, partly because she made him feel horny, and that started to cloud the enlightened philosophical debate inside his mind.

She was, after all, a very seductive beauty. A mix of gentle curves with sharp lines made her look both delicate and also lethal, be it for seduction or fighting. While on her view, Alistar seemed like a wild and cunning animal on the outside, but interacting with him showed that he was in fact kind and graceful. She thought he was like a pet beast, which would either protect or ravage (in a good way, or rather, "bad" way), and with just a little bit of guidance from her, there'd be no safer place than beside him.

Yet, they'd just met a couple of hours ago, but it felt like their souls were bared to each other once they shared that kiss filled with bittersweet black blood. Their connection was clearly unusual, and they needed to explore what it meant.

But after so much excitement in such little time, even Alistar was starting to feel frayed, so he took a seat in one of the few, bare wooden chairs at the singular, bare wooden table, and motioned for her to take a seat.

"We… should look for a way to fix… us," he began with a grave tone, a rarity for him.

"I don't know where to even start," she casually replied and remained standing, taking in the new sight of the handsome man actually looking like he was serious.

But even therapy was unlikely to fix the damage this carnage caused in their minds.

"We've clearly been cursed with something Evil, and I'm afraid the Purifiers would just kill us rather than cure us," he continued, and he realized he was more concerned with the Purifiers than the curse itself.

Shayla was raised as a good little girl fearful of Evil, so she was less concerned than Alistar in this matter. "The Mother of All Life would have us banished to the Root of All Evil first, especially if we don't act like ravenous, barbaric beasts."

But didn't they just act precisely like ravenous, barbaric beasts? Well, to them, what they did really wasn't that bad considering who they killed, and the Ecclesiarchy said that "Evil" was in "good intentions," not "good results." The point of contention was that "good actions" was also part of the equation, but, in the end, it was still a sum, and they could possibly tip it positively to their side, if only barely.

"I mean, what's a little feast of cannibalism when you kill a monstrous rapist like him?" Alistar remarked with a dark grin.

This face just made him look even more handsomely wild to the seductive beauty, and she leaned against the wall to support herself as her mind was getting too preoccupied with staring at his face to bother with useless things such as "standing straight."

"As long as we maintain 'The Balance' within our hearts," she stated, her tone mockingly mimicking that of a priest, convinced that they'd be forgiven if they just explained themselves.

They wouldn't. They'd be killed be killed on-sight if a Purifier witnessed it. At least they recognized that "maintaining The Balance" wouldn't be an easy task with how powerful the curse's instinct to kill was.

"But we have to be prepared. We only need one Inquisitor to judge us too harshly and we're headless," Alistar warned, brave but cautious.

She nodded solemnly, but something was scratching the back of her head. "Can we even be killed? I mean, you took a sword to the chest and survived, so maybe it's not that simple for them to purge us," she remarked with a shrug.

She never had any confidence before, but this newfound power was clouding her judgment. Still, her confidence would only go as far as his went. If he said to be careful, she'd be careful. To Alistar, though, it seemed that she was quite the daring, sexy gal, he just didn't know that she wasn't like this before, it was merely his influence on her.

But he wanted to assume the responsibility for the safety of them both, so he became pensive, and while his gears turned and the engine steamed, he took out the mysterious Detector that Frederik had and turned it on again. Like last time, it made a "ping" sound twice, then the light bulbs that were pointed in their direction of the pair started glowing.

"I killed that man by decapitating him, didn't I?" he remarked as he aimlessly moved the detector around. He wasn't a warrior, so he didn't feel confident talking about such matters, but he had to. It was his duty to explore every avenue and alley.

But a very unpleasant dawn of realization sneaked up to her, and her ears folded in anxiety as she pondered, "Is he really dead? What if he can regenerate like you?" The memories of what he attempted to do were still fresh, and even the taste of his flesh wasn't worth the trouble of taking down such beast again.

"Oh…" Alistar hummed and raised his head, also uncomfortable by the light of this same dawn. They knew nothing about this curse, so who's to say Frederik wouldn't revive? But his instincts as a man continued to flourish, leading him to reassured her, "Coming back from the dead while missing a head and so much of his flesh shouldn't be an easy task. There was no sign of him regenerating even one bit while we feasted and then cleaned your house while I came back almost immediately, didn't I?"

Shayla looked away and fidgeted. What he said did make a lot of sense, but it was his tone that truly hit her in the right spot. Still, she felt rather sad at how much she was hanging onto his every sword like a little girl under her father's cloak, so she decided to turn the conversation towards his feelings and be supportive.

"How was it? Do you remember what happened when you were stabbed?" she questioned with a sweet tone.

"Not much. I just woke up and felt an extreme rage and the need to protect you," he remarked with the innocence of a brave child.

A hit! Another perfect hit! It was this kind of behavior that attracted her towards him. Something inside him was pure; though maybe a little corrupted and darkened now, but still so earnest and endearing his blows simply ignored her armored heart. But this last hit was enough to defeat the her cautious nature.

"I hope you'll protect me again like that," she purred with a seductive smirk.

And the change in her tone caused Alistar's arousal to peak for a second. He was inexperienced in these unknown creatures called "women," but he was still perceptive enough to understand what was happening, so the brave child grew into the strong man that this situation required. The woman of his dreams was before him, and he'd slay this beast.

So his voice lowered as his mouth moved without a thought, "As long as I live." And how sweet these words tasted to Shayla, who smiled widely in satisfaction.

Her prudent self still had one last attack, and she muffled the singing and pleading of her ovaries to give her room to suggest under great strain, "I know a… witch that we can ask for… help or information. She's always been a pushover so I don't think there's danger she'd try to curse us… more than we already are."

Alistar could sense she was forcing herself to change to the topic. Even the romantic thief would be embarrassed to continue such tender and passionate conversation. They needed a moment to let their hearts prepare for what had been… coming for a while now.

And the man blooming in Alistar knew that Shayla's suggestion was very important. He looked at his own clawed hand and felt like his muscles were yearning to be used. It was like he was full of potential, but he didn't know how to use it. If forced to, he would bet his cat tail he could transform like Shayla had, or use again the unbelievable speed he showed while cutting Frederik's head, but he knew that there were more hidden "powers" in him, and his body was trying to tell him that.

"We need more information, yes. We need to understand ourselves because we might end up killing again," he remarked like a man, his serious look enchanting the vulnerable woman even further.

"We will kill again," she whispered sweetly, a suspicious amount of arousal in her tone.

He chuckle and agreed, "Yes." Then they both smiled maniacally. The madness that took over them while they were feasting had returned, but this time it was just a mere glimpse of the festival of darkness.

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