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
Water and Fate
Together? With an inquisitor? I shrunk back, a violent shudder passing through my body. The pain of a thousand phantom wounds stabbed across my flesh, the mere thought inciting the burning heat of the slave crest.
Aqua frowned, her eyes filled with sorrow, as a single tear trickled down my cheek. "Just what did they do to you?" She whispered, voice shivering with anger.
Her white cloak snapped in the breeze, a symbol of every deep-rooted fear in my heart. Righteousness and purity–words used to justify the darkest atrocities. They had tried to kill me upon coming to this world, and when that failed, left me bound in chains. It was an inquisitor's tongue that ensnared me in the Soul Crest, its wielder who took joy in torturing my body and soul. They allied with the Circle of Chains, supporting the ones who had raped and murdered Aurle, and now taken Sari.