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
Fate's Reproach
Gathrin chuckled, a low rumble emanating from deep within his chest. "When is Fate not? You would think a goddess had better things to do than pester Arantius, but here we are. I suppose you'd like to see her?"
I blinked, somewhat taken aback by the sudden shift in his speech. Just seconds ago, he'd been practically spouting poetry, but now he actually dared to refer to Fate so casually?
"Y-yes, please," I said, offering another small curtsey.
"So polite," he said with a smile. "But please, there is no need to lower yourself before me. In my past life, I could do nothing but accept the worship of the masses. Now, I am but a memory, a remnant of the hero who once was. It would be nice if you treated me no differently than your friend."
A-a friend?" My eyes widened, and I took a step back.
"Yes, I think I'd rather like that. Is something the matter?"
I took a deep breath, shaking my head. "No, it's just...a friend...?"