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
Mysterious Ally
"What the hell is going on here?"
Connor's voice was raspy, as emotionless as his always expressionless face. He lowered his scythe and looked over his shoulder at the few living soldiers behind him. They stiffened under his gaze, their faces pale as the Undead Hero's own, hands trembling on the grips of their weapons.
"Y-yessir?" one stammered. He wore a shining emblem that proved him a high-ranking officer, but he looked as nervous as a new recruit.
Connor's black cloak swayed as he half-turned around, fixing the man with a lifeless gaze and enunciating every word. "What is going on here? Where are the gate's native demons, and why in the world is there an apostle in the sky?"
The soldier swallowed hard. "I-I don't know, hero. The message from the Fate Hero only said we had to invade this gate as soon as possible and kill any within."