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
Plans Awry
"It's not possible!" the inquisitor said with a gasp, his eyes growing wide. The other priests and Church soldiers stiffened, equally shocked. Fear flickered in their eyes and across their faces, their expressions growing dark.
"Damn it! Where is she?" another soldier cried, his voice trilling with fear. "Why did she leave?"
"Kill them," I said softly, stumbling over the words. "We can't leave anyone behind."
The Star Guard had no such hesitation, lunging forward with weapons bright with mana. I flinched as the first screams rose, and the inquisitor fell, impaled on two of Kahlen's swords. The rest of the soldiers and priests followed soon after, until the last lay in a pile of his own blood, the light fading from his eyes.