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
Apostles
"You just want to meet us? Then why did your army attack the moment they saw us?" Korra challenged, moving to stand beside me. "Your damned apostle led the fight himself once he realized we were here, all but ignoring the Divine's army in his attempt to break through and take Xiviyah."
Luke frowned, his tail twitching discontentedly. "I gave no such order. As you heroes act on your own, so do my apostles, free to do as they wish so long as they do not hinder the Descent."
"You think I'd believe that? You claimed to come here to meet with Xiviyah, yet he somehow arrives before you and with an entire demon army?" Korra asked, crossing her arms. "Surely you don't truly believe we're naive enough to believe you."