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
Devil's Due
My body convulsed involuntarily, a chill running down my spine as vivid memories of the false sun flooded my mind. Holy Star replicated the purifying power of the sun to weaken the powers of demons and suppress their ability to draw on mana. I groaned as my fingers brushed my side, meeting a tender ache pulsating through my ribs - a painful reminder of the fracture I'd incurred at Davin's hands.
My heart raced, tempting me to cast Dispel Magic, but a flicker of rationale restrained the impulse. I lowered my shaking hands and took a deep breath. My skin crawled at the thought of receiving the spell, but I knew I had to face it. No second-circle spell should break me, especially not before it was even cast.