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
The Trial of the Fate Hero
The trial was being held in the Great Chapel, bathed in the light of the Shard of Omniscience. The eight gargantuan statues of the main gods of this world stood as sentinels, silently judging the proceedings. Their eyes seemed to bore into me, filled with condemnation. Even Fate's visage felt cold and distant, so very different than the warm, loving woman who had held me close during the night.
But perhaps this statue was more accurate, anyway. Fate claimed gods never lied, but what had she done if not abandoned me? Our meeting gave every impression as a last farewell, the goddess' tears being proof. She claimed to care for me, to sorrow at my pain, yet she had sent me to Enusia believing full well my life would end the moment I was taken from the cage in the warehouse.