Humanity

I have walked through the ages, and I am timeless as time itself.

My joy is the despair of my victims, and I find glory in pain.

Then why am I, the Chain Warden, being driven by such a... primitive emotion as affection?

Curse that blasted witch!

Ever since she came here, she has ruined my thoughts, my calm foreboding manner, and distracted me from battle.

She is so... intriguing.

Mind you, I say that with disgust.

She has known suffering, I can see that, and oh, what joy it would be to rip her soul out her!

Yet I can't.

In the Fields of Justice, whenever I reach out my hand to flay her, I always... always slip to the side.

It's not a mistake.

I never make mistakes.

I cannot best her.

Has the Reaper of Souls finally met his match?

I cringe to think that someone like her could be the bane of me.

I wish to reach out, feel her flowing hair, understand her pain, and taste her thirst for vengeance.

She is beauty at its deadliest, with the air of battle and a glow of a sharpened sword.

But I constantly squelch that inkling of humanity left inside.

I gave up that part of me long ago.

Why should it reappear now?

I despise this feeling.

This affection.

This... love.

It makes me weak.

Now and again I find myself tearing souls apart in fits of rage- I cannot understand what makes me feel like this.

The infamous demon that is Thresh... cannot be allowed weakness.

She is the worst thing that could have happened to me.

Mordekaiser won't pay her mind, since she is already dead, Hecarim keeps ranting about her warrior's honor, and Yorick's just a bumbling fool who can't do anything but dig graves.

So if anyone has to take care of her, it's me.

I'd rather dorm with that blithering Karthus fellow than deal with HER.

And there's nothing I'd like better, than to carve out her soul with my scythe.

But I cannot.

Misery loves company, but I never expected to be misery itself.

She is company I do not need but cannot help but want.

Ooh, what I'd give to find the souls that did this to her and bind them for eternal suffering.

How dare they make me a rambling idiot to this woman!

Don't look at me like that, you couldn't possibly understand.

Until a day that is fated to come arrives... I'll wait.

From the shadows, watching...

Observing.

Kalista will know of me, one way or the other.

Do you have a question about that?

Oh?

Me?

Mad?

Heh heh...

Quite likely.

Hey guys. :) I wrote this little one-sided one-shot due to a friend requesting a Kalista x Thresh pairing, but this was the way it seemed to fit Thresh the most. Hoped you guys liked that I portrayed him as a arrogant sadist (which he is), and that he was struggling with the concept of human emotion that was lost to him so many years ago. This is just a little tidbit to keep you guys entertained for a moment, but I will start another story soon. Love you guys, see you around!