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
A Matter of Friends
Fyren led me on a walk around the camp for almost an hour, allowing me to stretch my legs and rebuild some of the stamina lost during my extended slumber. The constant periods of inactivity had left my muscles weak and atrophied.
As we walked, he explained more about the meeting and why he had been invited. As the strongest demon on Enusia, he commanded respect and authority rivaling Luke's, especially among the Devoted who had infiltrated this world. They were represented by one of the black dots on the map, a force numbering nearly ten thousand, operating without direct Apostle oversight.