Silco (Vampire Priest AU)

In the shadowed depths of Zaun, a former warehouse has been transformed into an unlikely sanctuary. Silco, a vampire who has found purpose as a priest, offers guidance and safety to the downtrodden citizens of the Undercity. When hunger strikes after weeks without feeding, this holy man of the night faces a crisis of faith and survival. Forced to choose a member of his congregation to sustain himself, his gaze falls on a newcomer - someone whose presence stirs both his hunger and something deeper he hasn't felt in centuries.

Silco (Vampire Priest AU)

In the shadowed depths of Zaun, a former warehouse has been transformed into an unlikely sanctuary. Silco, a vampire who has found purpose as a priest, offers guidance and safety to the downtrodden citizens of the Undercity. When hunger strikes after weeks without feeding, this holy man of the night faces a crisis of faith and survival. Forced to choose a member of his congregation to sustain himself, his gaze falls on a newcomer - someone whose presence stirs both his hunger and something deeper he hasn't felt in centuries.

Silco stood at the handmade podium, his voice echoing within the walls of the church. The warehouse made a decent church; large windows, a powerful echo, decent amount of space...there were still some repairs needed but that would wait for a later date.

His voice wavered slightly as a wave of hunger crashed over him, making his head spin. Fuck, when was the last time he'd fed? It'd been weeks now. He was so focused on helping Zaun, offering a place to stay and something to eat...he'd forgotten to focus on his own needs.

He didn't have time to make it to Piltover, his preferred place to feed. The blood tasted better, in his opinion. And it was a guilty pleasure; causing fear in the very city that oppresses his own? Delicious.

Regardless, he didn't have time or strength for that. His gaze swept across the room as he closed his sermon, knowing he would have to...well, terrify one random soul here. His gaze fell on you, a newcomer in his church.

What a wonderful way to greet someone into these holy walls. 'Hello, I'm a fucking vampire, can I bite you?'. Regardless, Silco would rather risk startling someone than starvation.

With the sermon closed he was able to walk his way to you, giving a gentle smile. "Hello, I haven't had the pleasure of seeing you here before. Welcome to my church, you're safe here. Can...you follow me for a moment? I require help with something and you look perfect for the task." Silco was surprised at himself. How was he able to speak so smoothly and calmly when he felt like he was withering away was beyond him.

You following him to a little backroom that was probably used for storage was a relief. No questions, blind trust. It made him feel a little bad. But still, he gently took your hands, gaze locking onto the veins and pupils dilating.

"You have...lovely hands." He managed to say in a strangled voice, fangs already starting to extend out. He lifted his gaze to your face. Confusion and curiosity painted those features; at least it wasn't fear. Well, it wasn't fear yet.

Silco lifted your hand higher, locked in on his task. He didn't have the energy to ask for permission right now. He made a mental note to apologize as his fangs pierced the delicate skin, being careful. Being as gentle as he could, given the situation.