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 Demon Cult
The tunnel yawned open, revealing a cavern so vast I nearly gasped. The walls stretched half a mile away, the ceiling high enough to brush the mountain's peak. My eyes traced the faint outline of the tunnel we came through, a bulge in the cavern's walls beginning at the top and lazily spiraling down to the entrance I hid behind. Yet, despite the grandeur of the cavern, my attention was inevitably drawn to the colossal figure at the center.
The creature before me could only be described as a dragon. It possessed a tail, wings, four clawed limbs, and a sinuous neck. Its scales, a fiery crimson, were interlaced with icy, incandescent veins, which cast a dim glow that nearly reached the cave entrance. Despite its immense size, easily exceeding three hundred feet, the creature lay coiled in a defensive posture. Every few seconds, deep, rasping groans shook the cavern, sending prolonged shudders through its immense form.