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
Bitter Memories
My emotions were in such turmoil it didn't even take a conscious thought for the Oracle of Eternity to respond and bring me a vision. Stars exploded out from my soul in a volatile storm, rapidly weaving a world around me.
I waited anxiously, the tip of my tail twitching in anticipation, as the familiar night sky of my soul space transformed into the one I had just left behind. The landscape was flat, with gently sloping hills punctuated by the occasional form of a titanic evolved demon.
I materialized beside Fable, noting his vigilant gaze as he scanned our surroundings. His soul thrummed with power, his body coiled like a spring. Even though I knew he couldn't see me, I couldn't help but place my hands on my hips and glare at him. He was clearly aware of the mysterious threat that Luke and R'lissea were hiding from me, yet he had chosen to remain silent. Traitor.