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
Unveiling
"Ah, thank you for coming," Luke said, nodding to us as we joined him on the ridge. "Sorry for sending a demon to fetch you, but as you can see, I've been quite busy."
Luke stood overlooking the city and fortress of Tormod's Breach, his figure stark against the backdrop of the imposing fortifications. As we approached, he seemed motionless, his gaze distant and vacant. But the Oracle of Eternity revealed a different scene. Ten thousand fine threads of mana wove between him and his demon horde, relaying his will and commands for the upcoming battle.
The scions and evolved demons massed around the ridge, their presence darkening the land with a chaotic swarm of fire, gleaming blades, and flickering curses. The beasts and demonkin formed their own separate army, flanking the main force. Their commanders, adorned in ornate armor, were accompanied by evolved demons who relayed Luke's orders through his infernal mark.