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
The Glory Chasers
I let out a short, shallow breath, my head dropping in defeat. I had failed, and Vithrass was gone, taking with him any chance of finding Sari. And now, I was alone with Rasce, whose words still ravaged my heart, tearing apart the wounds I had been suppressing with the hope of finding Ror and Sari.
Slowly, the light of the Dispel Magic and Teleportation retracted, revealing a figure slumped on the ground, bleeding profusely. "What the hell are you doing? Heal me already, or I'm–"
He broke off, meeting my unsteady gaze, eyes mirroring my own shock. The room was silent for a second as we just stared, demonkin to demonkin. And then Rasce laughed, more of a cackle really, and his bow thrummed.