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
Savior?
As the Ice Demon's coils fell still, I collapsed onto my staff, panting heavily. "It's done," I whispered. But Instead of jubilation or elation, there was nothing but a hollow emptiness. Yes, the demon had been defeated, but at what cost?
Through sheer collateral damage, most of the demon army had been erased. A few scions trickled from the crevasses beneath the surface, but they were greeted by a very angry elemental.
No longer hindered by the mists, the soldiers of the Last Light Company quickly regained the initiative. After a brief, furious battle, they succeeded in stabilizing their position and forcing the now leaderless demons back. Rallying the remaining reserves, Captain Bethiv led the charge down the canyons, massacring everything in their path until the canyons ran with demon blood once more.