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
Shifting Chains
The Dusk Chambers, or hall of the inquisitors was a place many entered, but few left. The moment we passed through the iron-bound door guarding the entrance, I froze, over come by an intangible wave of sheer hostility. Blinding light crystals lined the walls, flooding the rooms and hallways until no shadows remained. The harsh radiance was no ordinary light, either, but woven of pure Sun Magic itself, openly rejecting every fiber of my being. The stone walls were bleached white and covered in magic runes and enchantments, applying tremendous pressure to any of the infernal bloodline.
"You seem unwell," Terran taunted, guiding me forward with a forceful hand on my back. "Your hesitance testifies of your guilt. Only those allied with the demons need fear the Sun God's touch."