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
Out of the Darkness
The Ice demon towered above the endless hordes of scions in mocking defiance, so confident in its victory that it had refrained from taking to the field. Its sixth-level aura continually rolled across the battlefield, exerting pressure on the soldiers, who, lost in the depths of the mist, was unable to even identify the looming threat. Not only that, but the presence of its powerful magic was felt in every crevasse of the mountain. Scions and evolved demons trampled their own kind, mad in the flood of Infernal Mana charging their veins.