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
Acknowledging the Truth
Following the encounter with the Pope, I was left to continue on with my life at the Divine Throne. Being free of an escort was both a blessing and a curse, having a greater impact than any of the other commands. The most notable change was a lack of respect among the regular slaves and priests. A Father was a noble figure, one whose very presence commanded subservience. Without his notable presence clearing the hallway and smoothing over contention, life became more difficult. On a positive note, without oversight, I could spend as much time as I wanted, which inevitably led me to the library.
I sighed contentedly as the musty smell of paper washed over me, welcoming me to my haven. Thron glanced up when I entered, beckoning me to him as soon as we locked eyes.
"Congratulations on the duel," he said, smiling widely as he patted me on the head.