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
Visit from the Lieutenant
The realization struck me hard, sending a burst of excitement and anxiety dancing through my soul. Astral Winds, the spell taught to me by the Ally of Fate, required two things, and now one of those was a reality. With Fable as a pattern, I could rebuild my soul to my full, heroic potential. All I needed now was a source of mana capable of sustaining the process, as well as a safe, defendable position to engage any demons the process drew.
As Korra and I were pondering these thoughts, Fable stiffened, his ears swiveling toward the door. A moment later, there was a sharp knock, and Luxxa's voice floated through the thick oaken door.
"Forgive the intrusion, but would you deign to join us down below? There is something we must discuss," she said.
"Be there in a sec," Korra called. She rolled her eyes and muttered in a voice too low for anyone but me to hear, "'Deign? Is that even a word?"