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
Darkness Within
"Thank you, Luke," I whispered, tears of gratitude blurring my vision.
He shook his head, his back still turned towards me. "Don't forget what you promised."
I nodded, a heavy weight settling in my stomach. Luke had proven more reasonable than I'd expected, but it hadn't come without a price. His words held an unspoken threat: R'lissea's life hung in the balance, dependent on my continued usefulness.
The weight of that responsibility pressed down on me, a suffocating darkness. I gasped as a sharp pain pierced my chest, my body trembling. My vision blurred, the edges swirling with shadows.
No, wait… those aren't just shadows. Blackness materialized around me, tendrils of darkness reaching out like grasping claws. The temperature plummeted, and I shivered uncontrollably, my legs threatening to give way. This wasn't just the burden of responsibility; something was wrong, something emanating from my very soul.