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

<p>The ground shook as powerful spells and magical techniques ripped through the battlefield. The Last Light Company stood firm against the endless onslaught of scions, filling the canyons with cascades of infernal blood. Their reserves had since joined the fray, reinforcing and supporting wherever the lines grew weak. Their bodies were sturdy and my spells guaranteed the lives of the mercenaries, but they were still subject to the mortal constraints of exhaustion and mental fatigue.</p>

<p>Captain Bethiv and his vice-captain, Jackal, had split their attention, one going to rally each canyon, leaving me alone atop the icy perch overlooking the battlefield. My gaze was locked onto the Dungeon Commander, who rested coiled up beside the crevasses in the ice, through which scions continued to stream.</p>

Wrath of the Ice Demon