Years ago, his father had been taken care of- the only person he had left that was around. His harlot mother shacked up with some nobleman and took his sisters with her. He had been left all alone with the shattered pieces of his life but now that the drunkard no longer drew breath, he had a debt to pay. After all, he had promised shortly after the patriarch’s demise that he would see the women of his life again. The journey back to Egjora was uneventful but the coming night soon would be, he could almost taste it subtle embrace against his tongue.

But first, there was something he had to do.

He returned to the slums of the grand city, to the rundown house he had once called home. Not even the rats and spiders came to visit this place as he opened the door and saw absolutely nothing here. It was fitting as he had nothing left in his own heart as he paced around, recalling times of his drunken father stumbling home late at nights to beat him and remind him of his worth. He slinked away from the house and next found himself over at the alleyway towards the direction of the pub, the very alley where he freed his father from this world, ending his misery. With a crafty smile on his face, Asher was reminded of his purpose in this world and soon went on his merry way into the upper districts. It had been years since he saw the last fragments of his family; they had surely forgotten about him but not the other way around.

He had heard tales of where they lived and he had made sure to hunt them down and watch from the outside as they enjoyed their fancy lives, with their finely made dresses, the exquisite foods they were able to have made for them and enough coin to live several limes over. For them, it was a paradise and all it cost them was to leave their brother and son to rot in hell.

A price they would come to regret the moment he snuck into the house and swiftly took care of anyone that got in his way- the staff workers, their hounds, even the man that he remembered taking his mother into his arms. All of them fell to the dagger he carried, silent and stealthy. His sisters, his wonderful darling sisters simply committed the crime of following their mother’s wicked ways, but he didn’t hold it entirely against them. For that, he made sure to awaken them from their slumber to see his face before he carved their throats- the enjoyment of their individual sufferings lasted long enough for him to savor but other than that, they died rather quick.

Then he made his way to the master chamber where his mother, the one that gave him birth and was suppose to love and protect him laid peacefully in bed. She was unaware of her other children’s deaths as well as her wonderful husband. “Mommy…”, he whispered in delight, making her stir lightly. “Mommy…” He came around the side of the bed where she was at and plopped one knee onto the bed to lean at her. “Mommy…I did a bad thing.” Her eyes barely rose before they snapped opened when she realized there was an intruder with her. She went to scream and he let her as he laughed menacingly. No matter how much she did, no one would come to save her. “Mommy, they are all dead. Sara and Kathy are done suffering now, just like Father.” Mortified, she came to learn who this man really was, but right before she could speak up, he struck at her with the dagger, stabbing at her in a frenzy all over her body. Each time the blade dug into her flesh filled him with euphoria and ripping it out only made him wish to put it back into her.

By the end, the room was a bloody mess and he stood over his mother’s corpse, stained in her blood as the high started to come down. Gods it was glorious! But the job wasn’t over yet. In a sick display, he took out the corpses and gathered them about to the foyer and scattered them all about, posed in positions as if they were alive and well. Some had open books plopped next to them, some were sat around a table with teacups in hand as if they were discussing daily events. The husband was chopped up and if one was to look at certain carcasses, they would notice that they appeared to have parts of him in their hands and mouths.

His grandest decor though were the three women he despised the most- Each strung up with rope and hung like chandeliers on the ceilings. Asher himself was among the room of the dead, taking one of the chairs from the dining room and sat it in the middle with him napping happily. It was fitting that he, the heir, finally took his rightful place here.

Forever live Asher, the Kinslayer.

Revaliir was nothing if not full of surprises. The appearance of the Void beasts had been… something to say the least. While the beasts from the Void had been intriguing, it was the encounter with a certain red headed Vampiress that had held his attention far more. 
They had danced upon the battlefield, waltzing amongst the dead, stepping to their own internal music while killing 5e creatures that dared to try and take his playground from him. 

Neveah. 

Her very name was sweet upon his tongue. The woman was alluring, enchanting, she was as dark and blood thirsty as he was. And that excites him just as his relationship with Cassia did. His beloved had very little time for him, but he did not mind, she knew he indulged his whims elsewhere in her absence, and she allowed it because she knew what he was - Kano was loyal, when it suited him, but she knew he would always return home at the end of the day. 
Neveah was something new, something wonderfully different and far more interesting than he could have hoped for. 
She. Knew. Kiba.

Kano’s very existence revolves around making his half brother pay, the Dragon Shade had come to this world seeking to destroy all that his brother loved, and he believed that he had found two ways into Kiba’s inner circle. First, with his odd relationship to Ethan, and second with his newfound connection to Neveah… he would use it to his advantage, of course he would, he always did, it was how he functioned. 

The slums were were an easy place to return to. Cassia had built her empire in such a place, and Kano thrived amongst the scum of society. Fingers ran across the door frame of the abandoned house, and the Shade took in a deep breath, soaking in the rot and decay of the place. He could almost feel the violence left behind in the empty spaces, could hear the screams and cries of those who suffered at the hand of abuse within these walls… it was tantalising, it was enticing, it was erotic. 
Kano felt the air shift, and realized that someone else was here. Smiling, elongated canines digging into his bottom lip, Kano breathed deeply, devouring their scent and focusing on their fork as they left the house and returned to the streets. His tongue flickered across his lips and he let out a soft moan of pleasure, this one was wonderful. He could taste the vengeance on the air and it was sensual. 

He followed, the scent of blood mingling wonderfully with excitement, causing his endorphins to rage within his chest, his skin alive with goosebumps. He could taste blood on the air, that metallic twang he craved so much… this one was clever, and swift, and immediately gained Kano’s respect and interest. He followed, the silent spectator, stopping to enjoy the crime scene, indulging in the feeling left behind in every room turned into a slaughter chamber. He ran his fingers through their blood, tasted their fear, and moved on, feeling the story in his very bones by proxy. 
He heard the whispered words, as the killer called for their mother’s attention… mummy needed to pay close attention to this son, she needed to see what she had done. Oh that scream… it was beautiful. Kano sighed heavily, closing his eyes and enjoyIng the sound of it, and then he smelt the blood. Clever boy, he did not linger on silly monologues.

Kano shifted into the shadows themselves, returning to his natural state so that he could continue his observations without being found. This one was an artist! The sheer imagination in what he created here… Kano adored it, he admired it, he longed for it. 
He let the man sleep, strolling as a shadow among the corpses, becoming whole to touch the bodies, drink of their blood, and feel the suffering that remained in their wounds. But he could take it no longer, he had to know this man.

Becoming solid once more Kano stood in the center of the bodies, their blood dried to his lips as he looked at their killer. ”You. You are a Master,” he cooed. ”If only the world could appreciate this masterpiece as I do…”

As he slumbered, he enjoyed the eerie silence of the room after the moments of the dreadful screams that had once filled this very air. One would think that his nightmares would finally cease as all his tormentors of his life were eradicated. His sisters…his father…his mother…they were all gone. Well, at least his father was completely eradicated- the others would loom above until they were naught but bones or until the stench of death and rot become too much for the neighbors to ignore. Then and only then would they see something spectacular for once in this city. But with his actual intentions for this city finally been accomplished, what was next for him?

With no more ties to this realm, he could simply see it all burn down before his eyes. Simply no other goals fell onto his unawakened mind than pure destruction and chaos. Such a glorious vision fitting for a bastard like himself to achieve, it would even outdo the revenge he dished out nearly an hour ago. The silence that he craved would soon be disturbed though.

At first, he could faintly hear the presence of someone else standing and simply ignored it. Whoever it was, he hadn’t noticed their presence beforehand and assumed that they had been just arrived in time to see the aftermath. But it hadn’t mattered to him. Let the inquisitors and their hounds come to investigate what he had done. Let them come with chains and try to condemn him. Asher wouldn’t go quietly and the moment they attempted to move him, he would dine on their tainted blood and slaughter them too. He was just biding his time to hear them speak, his eyes barely opening to see them. What he expected and what actually came to be were conflicting- it appeared to be a lone person and their words weren’t of convicting but of praise. This obviously wasn’t a person who had a strong moral compass, or even one at all. Asher, though, wasn’t complaining about it as his crimson eyes fully bloomed and he sat up from his “throne”.

Just who was he?

Slowly Asher stirred about, adjusting his body so that the weight of it went to the right and his head tilted in the same direction. Never had he been blessed with approval before in his life. It was something alien to him, and the questioning look on his face reflected it. “Not many would waltz into a murder scene and speak highly of the murderer.” Then again, a normal murderer would have run out of the scene by now. From what he gathered thus far, he wasn’t the only one that went against the social grain. His eyes lowered to the man’s mouth and saw that he was far from just a human.

“Ah, but where are my manners? A kind word to a lowly person like myself…you are too generous.” Asher pushed himself off the chair and with the dagger still in hand, made it a few steps forward and then used the bloody instrument to point at each of the three hung women. “What was left for me in this world…I’ve destroyed. Along with the wicked man that caused them to run away from home. I’m sure that you’ve seen bits and pieces of him all around.” He chuckled to himself before placing the dagger against his temple. “Now tell me, kind sir, what brings you to this charming little house?”