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
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The Circle of Chains was an organization of monsters. I knew that beyond any shadow of a doubt. It had beat, whipped, and tortured that into my very soul. But this…this was beyond anything I could have imagined, an atrocity so dark it equaled, if not eclipsed, the agony of my own suffering.
When we entered the city, I'd witnessed with my own eyes the scale of the curse placed upon the Last Light Company. Every soldier wearing their armor and insignia had been under the influence of a primitive Heart Crest, only slightly more advanced than what we faced in Heartland. But it was another thing entirely to have the full weight and depth of the curse confirmed by Joel.