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
Blood
"Sorra, they're just stalling. Let's just kill the knight and take the girl," one of the armored adventurers said.
Another, this one a seventh-level mage, nodded. "The Justice Hero is taking too long with that demon. It's only sixth level, but highly skilled and able might exploit our hero's inexperience. We should clean things up here and support him before any reinforcements arrive."
The second was an older man, seeming out of place among the younger adventurers. I had no memory of seeing him before, and from the way he spoke about the hero, he clearly had no personal attachment to him. He was the only one strong enough to have cast that seventh-level Judgment spell and probably wasn't a permanent member of their party. Had they taken him from the front lines of the army to ensure the success of the mission?
"Luxxa," I said nervously, "Where are the others?"