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
In the Arms of Fate
"It's my fault, isn't it?" I whispered, looking down. "I'm the one who made the Heart Crest."
"No, you were simply a part of their machinations. They've been working on developing the heart crest for hundreds of years, and even if you hadn't perfected it, they would have stumbled upon it eventually."
"Then what hope is there? Even if we stop Alverin, can't they just find another world to experiment on?"
She shook her head. "Perhaps if the entire Divine Council supported it. But they do not. Only the faction of the Sun God seeks such dominion over the realms, and the opposition is rapidly growing. If they cannot complete it before the war starts in earnest, they will likely never have a chance again."
"The war?" I asked.