The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Battle in the Gate
The sky churned with ash, snow, and dancing mana as the battle raged. Gouts of fire, shadow, and light erupted between the clashing forces, consuming humans and demons alike. Screams and the clash of weapons echoed through the cavern where I hid, mingling with the deafening roar of magical attacks and ringing in my ears.
The entrance to the Core Chamber was hidden in the depths of the largest chasm, striking a snaking line across the northern edge of the shattered tundra. The demons and divine armies were divided on either side, the battle line splitting the entire gate in two. There was no sign of where The humans currently held the entrance to the Gate, but there was no sign of the forces we'd left outside.