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
A Few Hours
The battle wound down soon after, with the vast majority of the fortress's defenders perishing. The demons moved into the surrounding areas, hunting down anyone who might prove a threat to us. Luke planned to move into Tormod's breach when this side was secure.
It was an endeavor that would likely consume the rest of the day. Jessia had already teleported away with the captured Father, leaving me, R'lissea, and Elise to our own devices until Luke returned. I considered finding an abandoned building within the ruined city to rest and recuperate, but R'lissea quickly vetoed the idea.
"We should stay here as Luke asked," she insisted. "I don't like the idea of church assassins sneaking up on us while we're vulnerable within the city. Here, on this exposed ridge, we're at the center of everything. They'd have to fight their way past Fyren's demons if they wanted to get to us."