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
A Slave and Master
The remnants parted as I approached the cathedral, shying away from its dull, rundown gates and cracked stained-glass windows. I spared them a glance, my tail twitching anxiously. Were they... nervous? Was the remnant inside so terrifying that it scared even others of its kind?
A violent tremor from within jolted me back to the present, reminding me to renew my wards, which Alverin's cursed sword had shattered. With a thought, a shimmering golden sphere materialized around me, a combination of Blade Ward and Mirror Sphere. It would do little against direct attacks from either of the individuals inside, but it would at least protect me from the shockwaves and repercussions of their clash.