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
Final Breath
Bethiv met my declaration with a broad smile and nodded firmly. "As you wish, my Lady. Your order is our command. Isn't that right?"
He turned his gaze to a less-than-enthusiastic Jackal, who reluctantly nodded. "Yes, Commander."
Korra pursed her lips, starting to shake her head before thinking better of it. "Fine, but only if you let me stay with you the whole time."
Before I could agree, Bethiv coughed pointedly. "Korra, you know that's not going to work. We need you on standby to take out high-level threats. As powerful as Gayron is, his loyalty is... unreliable at best."
"There you are," Korra said, scowling at him. "Why didn't you meet me this morning? I waited for like ten minutes!"
He shrugged nonchalantly. "Eh, that demon wanted to test some of its new powers. Turned out to be pretty strong, actually."