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
Apostle of Curses
"Should we make a break for it?" Korra asked, looking over the billowing clouds of darkness at the wall behind them.
I shook my head and let out a long, defeated sigh. "There's no point. They're already locked on to you, and their spell is stronger than Adaptive Resistance or they wouldn't have been able to cast it on you in the first place. I might be able to break it with a targeted Dispel Magic, but my soul…it hurts."
She jolted in surprise. "They're tracking my soul? Are you sure you can't-no, never mind. I know you're doing your best, and you would if you could."
I nodded, but her words did little to make me feel better. Powerful presences appeared one after the other in the courtyard below, multiplying until their combined souls glowed so brightly it nearly overpowered the stifling darkness.