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
Shadow Demon
The demon bore only the faintest resemblance to its human host. Its towering, thirty-foot-tall form consisted of writhing shadows bound together by encircling runes and scattered shards of dark steel. Three-foot-long claws protruded from its many fingers, with an extra arm sprouting above its left shoulder. Most chilling of all was its face, which was entirely featureless.
Initially, it appeared unharmed by Soltair's attack, but my eyes quickly fixed on the crystallized sunlight cresting over its right shoulder, running down its back. The Sunpurge floated on the surface of the amorphous shadow, in the same place where the third arm protruded from its other side.
"What in the name of the gods is that?" Trithe whispered, shivering as the blank surface of its featureless face turned towards us.
"Some sort of demon?" Soltair pondered, "But it's unlike the others. Perhaps a new type?"