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

It was my fault, wasn't it? It was all my fault. I cursed all of us. I was to blame for it all.


I cried for hours until the tears ran dry and my cheeks stung with a bright red. Persephone sat next to me, supporting me.


"It is not your fault." Her hand hovered near my shoulder. "It is C'Dor's fault. It is the Three Kings Gang's fault." She repeated it over and over.


"I wanted to become a hero to save everyone. How could I let someone I know die in front of me?" I reverted back to my childish self, throwing a tantrum.


"There wasn't anything you can do. No one can be perfect." The familial gentleness laced her voice. She inched slightly closer, almost whispering in my ear.


Her warm breath soothed me and I began to relax again. "Don't blame yourself. You must never believe that everything is your fault. The world is too large for that. You can't shoulder everything. Let me shoulder it with you."


She leaned in, and in her most comforting voice, "Trust me, Solskin. Just trust me."


"My, my, my. Having fun, we are? Can I join? I have been sitting here for a while now."


A dark elven woman stood on the edge of our window sill. With a wicked grin, she threw three daggers before I could even react to her presence. However, Solskin lunged with all of his might, shoving me to the side. The daggers impaled themselves deep into his back. Blood immediately soaked into his shirt.


"Eh, this works too. I will be back for you later." With a slight wink, she leaped back down, disappearing into the night.


I began examining his wounds. Almost immediately, I knew the dagger was poisoned. Around the daggers, the skin was puckering and rapidly turning to a nasty shade of purple.


Rushing into action, I began praying. A glowing light gathered in my palms as I began healing him. 


The poison was quickly spreading and fast-acting. I was barely keeping his flesh from dissolving away.


Hearing the commotion, the guards stationed nearby rushed in. After determining the severity of 


the situation, they quickly picked up Solskin, who had already passed out from the pain.


Pulling out Savah's horn, I blew on it. The wind swirled up and formed into a humanoid shape. 


Riding on the winds, the spirit got us to Epoch's living room within a few heartbeats.


Epoch, who was sipping tea at the time, was startled when every single book and loose object was blasted out of the room.


Landing on the ground with surprising grace, I quickly shouted, "Get healers!"


Seeing Solskin's state, Epoch immediately shouted at the guards to run for more healers. Rolling up his sleeve, he also began casting healing magic.


With a total team of ten healers and an entire night of work, Solskin was barely breathing, but stable.


Vis knocked on my door. Mordred, panicked, scrambled to hide in the other room.


"Why are you here?" I shouted through the door.


Opening the door, I stared at her, "What. In. The. Name. Of. Hades. Are. You. Doing?"


"Took care of one of our little issues," She smiled gleefully.


"The boy. He has three new poisonous wing tips in his back."


"There is no way they got help in time. The poison would have killed in a minute. Even the best of healers can only measure his little life in hours." Her smile grew larger, as if she was given a new toy.


She made a pouting face. "I did all this work, I deserve a reward. So, where is our resident demon?"


The Call Out