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
Two Gates
Following my strange encounter with the Apostle of the Descent, I hurried onward to the kitchens. After receiving my allotted portion, I retreated to the solitude of Soltair's room and studied while I ate. Now more than I ever, I realized Enusia's grasp of magic was lacking. A mere seventh-soul demonkin, albeit an apostle, could teleport whimsically. Although the spell seemed to carry far more limitations than what the church could manage, such power was almost unbelievable, redefining my understanding of magic. What else was possible?
As I dove into the spellbooks I'd plundered from Western University, the sun continued to climb in the sky. Before I knew it, Soltair and Trithe had returned, talking and laughing with Alex, the Fire Hero.
"Ah, so this is where you've been," Alex said, walking over to me. "What are you reading?"