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
Ice Demon's Evolution
Luke and Jessia left us, conversing in a hushed whisper about whatever the Apostle of Secrets extracted from the Father.
"That went rather well," she remarked, gazing after the departing apostles.
I nodded, letting out a soft sigh. "I was afraid he'd say no."
"What?" She chuckled, shaking her head. "There's no way he could have done that. Not if he's serious about beating the church."
"No, didn't you hear him? He didn't want me to be with him," I said, staring at my feet. "I'm just too weak, and I can't--"
"Oh, Xiviyah," she chided, shaking her head, "Did you think he said that because he hated you? I think it's quite the opposite."
"But I--"