Author_of_Fate

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	I closed my eyes with a sigh and let the needle slip through limp fingers. It wasn’t like anyone would miss me. They could always find someone else to beat or rape. The nothingness was a relief. At least now I have peace.
	Only...I don’t remember 'nothingness' having so many gods.  
	As one of ten heroes chosen by the Divine, I was sent to another world to fend off a demon invasion. But, the gods aren’t all helpful, and treat this as a game. Waking up in the magical world of Enusia, I found myself cursed and alone, clapped in chains and despised. This world was worse, far worse than the playground I so naively left behind, filled with betrayal, pain, and death.

I've heard that the brightest lights cast the longest shadows. Perhaps, in this life, I can find if that's true. I'm tired of living in the dark. It's time to  find the light.

The Forsaken Hero

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?"

Two Gates