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
Outstretched Hand
"Y-you can sense me?" I stared at Luke, folding my arms self-consciously. I meticulously hid my aura, both to keep the demons from lusting after my soul and to hide from anyone looking for me. How could he just sense me?
"Well, your aura is a little unique," Luke said with a shrug, rubbing his horn. Oddly enough, there was a slight reddish hue to his face. "It took me a while to get it down, but there's this sense of calmness around you, a quiet hush tinged with anticipation, like a storm brewing on the horizon. It's beautiful."
"B-beautiful?" I stammered, averting my gaze before he could see the heat rising in my cheeks. Just how long had he spent practicing to be able to sense something like that?
Jessica's cough startled me from my thoughts. "We're still here, you know."
I shrank back against Fable, my blush deepening, but Luke merely flashed Jessica an easy-going smile. "I was simply answering a question. Now, what did you learn from this bastard?"