
Within the dark seams of Runeterra, the demon Evelynn searches for her next victim. She lures in prey with the voluptuous façade of a human female, but once a person succumbs to her charms, Evelynn's true form is unleashed. She then subjects her victim to unspeakable torment, gratifying herself with their pain. To the demon, these liaisons are innocent flings. To the rest of Runeterra, they are ghoulish tales of lust gone awry and horrific reminders of the cost of wanton desire.
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When out of combat, Evelynn enters Demon Shade. Demon Shade heals Evelynn when she is low on health and grants Camouflage after level 6.





A seductive demon summoned on the night of the Blood Moon, Evelynn moves between isolated villages, wooing the residents until they fall deeply in love with her. One by one these poor souls will surely perish, their hearts torn from their still-living bodies.

No one is as deliciously volatile as Evelynn. She's a diva who drives divisiveness in the media—they love her one day and hate her the next, her name a permanent fixture of tabloid headlines. She is a born superstar, and the foundation of K/DA's sound.

With that wild in her veins, K/DA Evelynn stomps into the spotlight, shimmering in a custom golden outfit from the Pop Music Awards. Only 'winning, winning' now.

In a world where every tooth is sweet, Evelynn's sugary bite is deadly.

With a single devastating glance, Evelynn can ensure that all eyes are on her—when she wants them to be. K/DA's success has ensured that this provocative diva's name will be on everyone's lips, but Evelynn is intent that her killer fashion sense will keep it there.

The covens of the south join their sisters for the great resurrection, as old things stir once more, and old grudges are at last repaid in full. Evelynn, daughter of the Great Harrier, gladly joins her sisters for the darkness to come—a trail of brutality and death always in her wake.

With that wild in her veins, K/DA Evelynn stomps into the spotlight, shimmering in a custom golden outfit from the Pop Music Awards. Only 'winning, winning' now.

Mortals burdened by pain and fear may pray to the Sorrow Eater to alleviate their burdens. But every gift comes at a price. One tale recounts a woman whose weighty emotions had made her the prey of demonkin. The Sorrow Eater offered to dine freely on her desires and memories—and when she was sated, the woman was at peace, free of pain…and of feeling.

Most awaken their souls through hard work, but this fighter... no! All it took was a stop by the Department for the Eradication of Manifested Anomalies and boom! Cobra powers. SURE, apparently the procedure involves the "worst pain one can possibly imagine." But look at her now! Here to hunt down a daughter with nowhere left to run... it's Evelynn!

The poor man looks haunted. Perfect. Evelynn leans over the bar top towards him with a sweet smile curling her red lips: “Tell me your woes, handsome.” And he does. He tells her of his brother, and a raw deal, and how he thinks he might be dead now but ain't sure... and the devil drinks deep. “It's alright, darlin',” she coos. “I've got you now.”

Ateliers near and far always ask Evelynn to wear their haute couture, but for this Gala, she's bringing her edgy elegance to a rowdier line of Western wear instead. What is fashion if not a wild new frontier? If there's anyone who knows how to take style by the reins and ride it into the sunset, it's this rodeo queen.

A whispered temptation, a tip over the precipice, a dizzying descent into depravity… Chaos is not merely the providence of carnage and rage. Blood doesn't care if it is spilled from the edge of a broadsword or the delicate slice of a lasher—Evelynn knows that sometimes, for foes as powerful as the Dawnbringers, a gentle touch is required.