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
Glint of Gold
Our carriage ride continued for some time, allowing me to get the full story. Sometime after I collapsed, Lord Byron sent for Soltair, informing him a message had arrived from the Divine Throne. It contained orders to head to Viriden City, where the first Demon Gate had appeared. Frustrated by some comment Lord Byron made about the current situation, Soltair commandeered his personal coach and set out immediately. Obviously reluctant, the Lord argued that Viriden City was only three or four day travel, but the Soltair explained we wouldn't make it in time if they had to wait for me to recover. Judging by our current scenario, it was obvious who won. What's more, I'd been asleep for almost two days, meaning our arrival would happen around nightfall.
"Now that you're all caught up, are you ready to fight demons?" Soltair asked excitedly.