Infurno

Scars from the past never fade. They always come back in ways you don't want it to. No one is safe from it. Haunted by their past from ten years ago, a group of unlikely people come together, intertwined into the fabric of a twisted fate. They buried those memories behind them, trying to move on in their lives. But, what happens when those memories return? Plagued by secrets, memories, and monsters from the past, can they survive? Can they remain who they are? Can they remain sane? Can they remain comrades? No one is safe when your demons come out to play. There is no happy ending in this tale.

This somewhat dark and edgy story is based on my hectic D&D campaign I played. This a grim dark fantasy story that blends a plot-twisting drama with intense action. I hope that you enjoy this story. Hopefully, this will turn into a trilogy.

Hiding in the Shadows

There was just too many. I couldn't fight them all. The attacks kept pouring in, each strike leaving unnatural pain. I was dead already, so why was I feeling pain? I laughed at the stupidity of the situation. I felt the temptation to let them have their way, just to escape the pain. I mean, I was already dead.


I saw Persephone struggling with a monster. Her arms were outstretched, trying to use her scythe to keep it from reaching her. But, the monster would just pass through the scythe. It crossed my mind that she was alive, so I was confused as to why she was here. I charged away from the monsters surrounding me with reckless abandon, ignoring the resulting attacks that landed on me. I ran towards the struggle, knocking over Persephone's attacker with a shout of fury.


The black figure with Persephone threw his scythe behind me, forcing the mob of enemies chasing me to scatter. Persephone quickly got up and helped attack the monster. She brought her scythe down, quickly slicing through the monster. The blade passed through the foggy being as if it was merely swinging through air. The lack of resistance caused Persephone lose her balance and tumble forward.


Crap. I felt useless. My sword became useless. My skills were useless. Just like when Mordred died. I hated myself. I hated that useless feeling. I hated it so much. I just wanted it to go away.


I could feel tears well up in the corners of my eyes. My vision became misty. I felt like punching myself. I was in the middle of and fight and I was crying? What would Erik think? What would the soldiers think? I let them all down. I didn't even become a royal guardsmen.


Tears began to flow freely down my face. What would I do if I did it again? Before, I did it unknowingly, and certainly never willingly. I didn't ever want to use it. My mind was torn between two decisions, both horrible. Loki's curse. To use the power to save Persephone, or to watch her die. Time seemed to slow down. Persephone, her eyes wide with shock and mouth gaping in horror, slowly stumbling towards a shadowy death. Its claws were outstretched, ready to tear her to pieces. I glanced over my shoulder at the black man. He was still summoning his scythe back to his hand. I had to choose.


Death. It felt so familiar, I almost accepted it. My life didn't flash before my eyes like the others said it would. I just saw the inevitable, only able to watch passively as I fell to the ground. The monster's claws cut through the air, leaving a shrill whistling sound as they slashed through my body. Red blood spilled on red ground.


I could hear a cry of shock from behind. Solskin. His words were lost on me as I closed my eyes tightly. The world went silent, my lips forming the prayer of death. I had died once before. I knew what to expect. But I was still hesitant. The prayer hung on my lips as I realized something; I felt a tear slide down my cheek. My throat closed up as I choked on a sob.


"Please, Thanatos, I don't want to die."


Fear and anxiety rushed forward from the depths of my heart.


The Choice