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
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"Did they all have to die?"
I'd had a thousand things I wanted to ask. That wasn't one of them, but the question slipped out before I could stop it. The Lord of Ash's eyes widened slightly, and I quickly looked away, my tail twitching nervously. Now was not the time to question this demon, not when so much rested on securing his help. How could I have allowed myself to speak so carelessly?
Instead of getting angry, the Lord of Ash chuckled, a deep, resonant growl like the crackling of a bonfire. "You've changed, little one," he rumbled, "but not so much that I can't recognize you." His voice hardened. "And yes, they touched one they shouldn't have. It's only natural their entire kingdom shall burn."
I let out a small breath of relief, my shoulders slumping slightly. If he was willing to discuss it, I had one more question to venture. "But why all of them? Couldn't you have spared the innocent in the city?"