Blood Lust

Blood Lust is a Story Suit that could be obtained from the Blood Moon event and can now be obtained through the Wish Gate.

Completion Prize: A Styling Gift Box containing Blood of God, Real Desire, the background Blood Moon Rose, and 40 .

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Wardrobe[]

Hair: Slaughter

Top: Queen of Kindred

Bottom: Wreckage of Evil Dream

Hosiery: Prison of Arrogance

Shoes: Dark Moonlight

Wings: Wings of Sin

Hair Ornament: Crown of Punishment

Handheld (Right): Godslayer Whip

Tattoo: Blood Contract

Waist: Borderless Void

Makeup: Bloodthirsty Desire

Posed

Hair: Slaughter

Dress: Blood of God

Wings: Wings of Sin

Hair Ornament: Crown of Punishment

Waist: Real Desire

Makeup: Bloodthirsty Desire

Lore[]

Story[]

The Blood Moon, a bloodthirsty eye hangs low in the night sky.

The Blood Moon, a vengeful sickle reflects on the still lake.

Through the reflection of the Blood Moon, deep within its ripples is a portal that leads to another dimension. It did not exist in the beginning nor should it exist. The endless night shrouds everything in darkness. It is a giant tomb. An ancient corpse rots on the blood-soaked land. Scattered weapons glimmer with dying emotions of hatred and fear. It's noisy. Sharp laughter, cries of mourning, last prayers, bloodthirsty sounds. Lost souls not realizing that they are dead roam under the Blood Moon, seeking an exit to return to the light, or bow to the empty throne. Vampires scavenge for food, and dark 'creatures' hidden in the borders always blink. In this forbidden land, she was born alone.

She stretches her hand towards the Blood Moon, and the wings of demons and angels open at the same time. Dark pupils hide under her silver hair.

Who am I?

This question does not seem to matter. In a flash, it disappears.

Yearning. The smell of blood. Plunder. Death. Desire. Scent of a soul. Possession. Want.

There was a huge emptiness within her. It frantically called out, wanting to be filled and to plunder everything. She had an instinct to kill everything. Blood splattered on her lips, and she would taste it with her tongue. She smiled, enjoying the taste, but it was not enough. Not enough. She kept killing. The thrill of killing is too short-lived. Not enough. Fingertips gently brush across the lifeless bodies of her prey, as if clinging to the fear before death, admiring the trembling blood, listening to the despair and hatred deep in their soul, slowly, like a haughty king, looking at the prey with blood red eyes, little by little.

It's still not enough. Like the Blood Moon in this world, there will always be an insatiable abyss. The abyss unceasingly chews outwards for more fresh blood but it's never enough.

Walking through the field of the dead, accepting the sight of trembling vampires', things in the darkness peek at her in her castle made of tombstones, surrounded by swirling blood, like a dark sea of flowers. She has become the ruler of this world.

Master, what are you looking for?

What am I looking for?

She was getting bored. Weary of the world of only darkness and endless screaming. But then the world cracked near its edge and a new and different soul emerged from it. This soul was encased in a beautiful body with a light that did not belong to the dark night and exuded an unusually sweet scent. The wings of devils and angels all aroused at once. It was the soul of a spirit. A supremely pure and clean soul. When warm blood touched her skin, she felt a shudder that had never been felt before, a stimulating shiver, an exiting thrill. She smiled, and gave a near-devout kiss n this noble body. Death. The empty abyss. She wouldn't just let it die. She would watch the warm blood slowly flow. Make just one scratch on this immaculate body, and then tear off its holy wings and watch it during its last moments of desperation.

Still not enough.

She wanted to tear open the cracks to fill the emptiness that she was born with. Her kinsmen were disturbed. Countless bloodthirsty fangs emerged in the darkness. Everything was ready. She seemed to already be able to smell the delicious scent from the realm on their side of the reflection.

She stretched her hand to the Blood Moon, as she did on the day of her birth, and then tore the boundaries of the reflection.

You will forget who you are. Who I am. You will become my favorite soul. You will struggle. You will despair. You will surrender. You will fall. You will fill the eternal Blood Moon.

Poem[]

I was born in primitive desire

Break the boundary of blood and elf

Ascend the throne of sin

Let me destroy your pride

And your wings to

Summon the key to pleasure

And hold it in my hand

Item Descriptions[]

Tonight, blood moon rises as usual. From the blood and corpses on the battlefield, the purest evil was born.
— Slaughter

Hatred and desire on the battlefield form her soul. Kindred serves her as the queen but also fears her cruelty.
— Queen of Kindred

Bloodthirsty demons, walking dead... red moonlight tolerate all the sins... Shadow City has been forgotten.
— Wreckage of Evil Dream

She names herself Helsin. She seeks the way to break the seal of Shadow City and bring Kindred back to the world.
— Prison of Arrogance

In the forest, the dark moonlight guides her to find the perfect prey whose sweet blood is rife with divine power.
— Dark Moonlight

The energy of Kindred and Elf keeps colliding in her body, finally forming a pair of black and white wings.
— Wings of Sin

Sitting on the cross throne, Helsin sends an invitation of Blood Ball to elves in Lake Bovaly. Everything is ready.
— Crown of Punishment

On the elf's snow-white skin, blood streams down from the wounds of whipping, emitting a pleasant fragrance.
— Godslayer Whip

Before my salvation, everything you have belongs to me, regardless of desperation, destruction, or death.
— Blood Contract

I like those eyes, pure and noble like God's most elaborate creation, but I also hated the pity in them.
— Borderless Void

You bury the City in the darkness forever. Then stay with us in the abyss... The whisper is like a gentle kiss.
— Bloodthirsty Desire

The brutal Kindred Lord imprisoned the noble Elf. It's a farewell, under the overhanging blood moon.
— Blood of God

She yearns for sweet blood and desperate soul. At this moment, predation and possession take over her mind.
— Real Desire

Interpretation[]

The suit describes the Kindred Lord named Helsin, who was born on the day of the Blood Moon in Shadow City. Helsin sought to break the seal of Shadow City and return Kindred to the world. She was obsessed with killing and searching for prey in the forest due to an emptiness within her, but was never satisfied with her murder. One day, the world cracked, and a soul was revealed to her, a pure Elf soul named Evelyn.

Helsin became obsessed with brutally murdering her soul, and planned the Blood Ball in Lake Bovaly for elves to lure Evelyn in. It worked, and Helsin whipped and tortured Evelyn inside a cage. Evelyn became the seal between Shadow City and the forest, which buried Shadow City in the darkness forever; this also resigned her to her fate to be imprisoned by Helsin and the other Kindred forever.

It is indicated that Helsin may actually be half-elf, as the item description for Wings of Sin states that her wings were formed by the dual energies in her body. Similarly, the item description for Compassion from Flickering Pistill also references a half-elf and half-kindred.

See also: Flickering Pistill, Helsin on the Chinese wiki.

Etymology[]

Name by Server[]

Version	Name (Romanized)	Translation
International (English)	Blood Lust	N/A
International (French)	Soif de Sang	Blood Thirst
China	舐血之欲 (shì xuè zhī yù)	Bloody Desire
Taiwan/Hong Kong/Macau	嗜血之欲 (shì xiě zhī yù)	Bloodthirsty
Japan	啜血の欲望 (susu chi no yokubō)	Blood Lust
South Korea	붉은달의 욕망 (bulg-eundal-ui yogmang)	Red Moon's Desire
Vietnam	Huyết Sắc	Color of Blood
Indonesia	Bloodthirsty	N/A
Thailand	เลือดสี (leụ̄xd s̄ī)	Blood Color
Southeast Asia (English)	Blood Thirsty	N/A